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New Life for
Sick Man
[Eatonic Works Magic
“I linve taken only two boxes of
Entente mill fool Ilk** n now nimi. It
littx done no' more g<*od than anything
else," writes 1’. (i, I'rii|>|>ir.
Eatuulc In the incxl. rn r**im**1y for
acid Ntoiiuirti, IiI<>iiiiiiu\ foml repealing
nnil Indigestion. It ijtili'kly takes up
mol rurrlea out tin- aridity and kh*
mill enables tin* stomach to digest tin*
food riHttiriilly. That mean* not only
relief from pain mul iliNromfurt hut
you get th(**full strength from tin* food
you t>at. Rig liox only costs ii trifle
with your druggist's gunruulee.
’ HOW TQ
GET RID OF
I If* nrrdlru and dangerous In
I suffer Irom a dogged up ayste. i
I because It often lays the found..
I tlon lor a lilellme of misery and
I Ul-health.
1 DR. TLTT'S LIVER PILLS
I taken one or two at bedtime.
I quickly eliminates all pois . *
I waste matter from the sjrrttu
I and strengthen the Bowela.
Dr.T utt's
Liver Pills
CIGARETTE
No cigarette has
the same delicious
flavor as Lucky
Strike. Because
Lucky Strike is the
toasted cigarette.
V4 •. \ .
Window Shopping.
"Why do you stare <.. at tlmt fur
«Mtr
•That'S th«* one my hushanU is go-
ing to give- me."
“Eh?"
"When fur emits are cheaper."
Shave With Cuticura Soap
And double vour rarer effeleney ns
well as promote skin purity, skin com-
fort and sklu health. No mug, no
slimy snap, no germs, no waste, uo
irritation even when shaved twice
dally. One soap for all uses shaving
bathing and shampooing.—Adv.
Another Way to Put It.
"There are two sides to every ques
tlon," nVgued Mrs. (.nidi.
"Yes." sneered Mr. t.al'h. "The'
right side' ami your able."—Cincinnati
Enquirer.
Sure
Relief
____6 Bell-ans
RELL-ANS
mU* FOR INDIGESTION
For «oioe distance down the branch
the IVarlhunter followed the night
prowler. Within sound of the water-
fall he followed him, and then turned
hark toward the eatdn of ttie three
gables. ||e had mine Into the |>ath
and waa passing the |s*ol when the
light went nut In the windows, lie
was sorry for that, lie had h<>|M*t| to
have speech with the girt. Tomorrow
would he too tale. Tomorrow the lawr
would l>e on Ids trail -and a pair of
•yes more terrible than the law.
Leaving the path, he stepped nut
n|Nin the flat rock that jutted from
(tie hank Info the |mioI, Once tie
glanced at the cabin; then sprang to
the hank and went on up the path
It was far the hardest thing he had
ever tried tn do In Ida life to go round
to that east window. It was partly
open. Ills hrei.st was |Hiumllng; Ids
ears humming lie forced himself up
to the w Imlnw and brought hi* lips
close tn the HM*h.
"Wild Know |“
He heard her start, and spring up
In bed. Then all was breathless still.
•Wild Rout !
The bed creaked. He beard her
soft feet moving shout over the floor.
A muffled si.ii.low came toward the
window a shadow and a whisper;
"1‘earlhunter!"
lie reached h:s hand Inside. A white
arm mol slender lingers mine out of
the gloom mol found his pnlm. The
shallow on the outside mid the shadow
oil the Inside drew closer, the one
searching what that word would he.
The man swallowed hard. "I sold
the Itlue Moon to l.oale Solomon to-
dav—flve thousand dollars.”
He felt a thrill In the girl s Angers
"Tills afternoon l.oule Solomon was
murdered, and the pearl stolen."
She shuddered, took her hand out of
ills and fumbled the loose garment
shout her shoulders, hut made no an-
swer. Her miu.i was unconsciously
prepared for terrible things.
"They accused me of the crime!"
The girl gasped. Her Lands flut-
tered toward her thront,
••You r
"Me," he answered, strained and
slow. "I’ve come to tell you, myself,
because—because—you trusted me.
The inoh had the rope around my
throat. Hut the sheriff got me away,
nnd put me In Jail. I broke out, mid
♦ came to tell you. I couldn't hear for
you to think—"
y She stood perfectly still Inside the
window. He mistook her silence. He
I laid his hand on the window ledge nnd
tried to drive his eyes through the
glootn to her face.
"Please helftveme!" he pleaded. He
couldn't have pleaded harder had he
faced Judge nnd Jury, Instead of mere-
ly s ragged girl of the Flatwood* "1
didn't kill l.oule Solomon. I didn't
take the llltip Moon—"
The white arms reached out toward
l
"No! No! I do believe yon!"
Her fnee hnd come close to the win-
dow. He could see her eyes—like star
spots In the dark—big with startle-
nient, for they hnd caught sight of his
tattered blouse; the dried blood on
him, nnd clotted In his hair. With a
cry. her hands went to his face.
“Why, your head Is bleeding I And
yonr face!"
"Scratches! Nothing hut scratches!”
lie hastily reassured in tones that enu-
tlon held low; pained at her distress;
pleased, too; his eyes alight.
"Hut this one on your head! It’s a
cut—deep—nnd still bleeding." Her
voice was steadier. "You must let tne
hind tip this one."
He glnnced toward Fallen Hock.
“We dn’sn't ri«k a light," he said.
"For your sake we da’sn't. The night
hns eyes. And they'll comb these
woods tomorrow."
She shrank hnck Into the room. He
drew half a step nearer, laid his arm
on the ledge and stood fumbling the
casement, lost tn thought.
“And vet I’ve that to do flint must
have light,” he mused, more to him-
self than to her. raising his head after
a time nnd glancing toward the dim
outline Inside the window. "Is there
a blind on your window that would
hide a *nnd1e?’’
"Why—yes—" she answered, puz-
zled nnd slow.
It was a long tlmo before he spoke
again. Hnd the light served, she might
have seen In his eyes the struggle he
wa« going through. lie rubbed his
dmwn lips together to loosen them.
"Will you tru<t me In your room?"
The girl started. Her hands clutched
each other. Stic knew It was not to
have Ids wounds dressed that he
asked. Short as her acquaintance
with him hnd been, she knew It was
not that. It was no light reason that
hnd driven him lo ask such n privi-
lege. It gripped her. shook her, but
strangely enough did not frighten her.
"I’ll trust you."
Not often In a mnn’s life does he
hear such gracious words. Nature Is
not lavish of such gifts. The shoul-
ders of the Pearlhunter lifted. The
droop left his head.
“May 1 come now? The night Is go-
ing. The moon will be up In another
two hours."
"I'l.-iiM* draw the tillnil h.-fore you
light Hie candle," he directed.
lie saw her arm rein h up along tie
casement. The blind came down
within touching distance of each oilier
tln-y stood In pitch darkneiia; a man
and a woman alone wrapped In ihe
silent Sccnv) of the deep woods. He
heard her quick breath Ills heart
Im‘u|. up Into IPs throat* Her gar-
ments brushed against him lie heard
her Nlip|>ercd feet feel ng their way
across thy floor. ,
There came the guarded si-ra|ie of
a match. A sputtering, tardy flume
wiis laid tu the wick of a caudle on a
small stand In ihe corner under a mir-
ror. The wick caught; smoldered;
“Forgive Me That I Come Before You
Like—Thia."
flnrcd to fall strength. The wonder
of her hair and throat and arms
sprang out of the night. She laid the
burnt match upon the candlestick and
turned. A gasp broke from her at the
sight of him—tattered, hatless;
bruised nnd bloody.
"Forgive me that I come before you
like—this," he stammered.
An Impulsive step brought her to
tils side.
"Forgive me!" she repented, her
voice still a-quiver; her face plty-ten-
dered. "You must let me dress your
hurts."
He shaded the candle with his body
while she raised the curtain over the
door nnd slipped out to the kitchen.
She was hack before he could have
believed It. carrying a basin of cold
wnter nnd some strips of muslin, all
of which she had managed to get to-,
gather In the deep dark.
Drawing n chair nonr the candle,
she made him sit down—a quite obvi-
ous necessity. If she was to reach his
head. Tint she didn’t stop with wash-
ing the clots out of his hnlr and bind-
ing up the scalp wound. The cuts and
bruises on his face and chest came In
for their share. When her ministra-
tions were over he was another man.
All unsuspecting, the girl did other
things for him that night besides
washing Ids wounds. Nothing can so
refine n man as the ministry of a good
woman’s hands. It never leaves him
quite as It found him. He can never
again he quite the same. Ills life out
he will he a grain the finer for It. So
great is the grace of nature that no
man Is denied that touch. Once to
every man It conies—to recreate; to
make him new; to call him up to his
higher self. It came that night to the
Pearlhunter,
The girl seemed to lose all fenr of
him; to forget that he was In her bed-
room In the secret night. She even
smiled a contented smile of satisfac-
tion as lie rose and stretched himself.
He fumbled In his tattered blouse and
drew forth the draft.
“Have you a pen nnd Ink?" he asked,
his voice, his manner, again the voice
and manner of the alert, keen woods-
man.
Wondering, she opened the drawer
of the small stand under the mirror
and placed pen and Ink before him.
He picked up ttye pen, awkwardly—a
fish spear, an oar. or a six-gun fitted
his hand better—dipped It In the ink;
laid the draft upon the stand; squared
himself; nnd nfter no small pains suc-
ceeded In w riting the word "Pearlhunt-
er” across the back. It was quite evi-
dently a relief when the unaccustomed
task was over. He laid the pen down
ns If glad to be quit of It and handed
the draft to the girl.
"It means that 1 have five thousand
dollars In the hank.” he said, “and any-
body that takes this draft there with
my"—he hesitated—"name across the
hack can get the money. The banker
said so."
Her face showed how little she
guessed what his words were leading
up I* It Was Nome time before lie went
on. ‘Tin idln' you tu keep It," be
said. "And If anything should hup|M-n
to me, I'm H»km you to keep the ntou
•y. to®."
Tile girl ratight liia tattered sleeve.
kRl NsT she MIDI "1’olit imy-
thst!"
lie l<N»ked down at tlie hand on his
sleeve; picked It up; held It an In-
stant; suffered her tu take It away.
"I know who killed Louie Solomon,”
he said slowly, "I know who has the
Itlue Moon—absolute know ledge, hut
no proof, lie'll he on my trail tomor-
row ; and Ills eyes are Ihe most danger-
oils eve* In the Flatwoods He'd ask
nothing better than a chance to kill
me. And I am any man's game now.”
It Is marvelous how a woman's In-
tuition will drive al the very heart of
a matter that puzzles men. She saw al
a Hindi what had e*cu|>ed the wits of
I the whole village.
"You mean the—the—timber buyer,''
Khe said.
“I mean the timber buyer," he an-
swered. with a quick look at her. “Ilia
eyes see everything You must destroy
these bloody rags, and you must rake
the yard In the morning. Hake the
east yard first, and then the west. I'm
not aiming to leave any tracks, hut
It'* so dark 1 can't make mire." lie
was talking rapidly. "I’m not expectin’
to leave the Flntwoods, nnd—you, un-
less they crowd me hard; not till I’ve
run him down and found my proof.
Hut the odds are ngnlnst nie. If any-
thing should happen. I want you to
have this money. And.thc minute you
hear they've got me, you must go
straight to the sheriff. Don't risk the
wood's another hour. Put yourself un-
der Ida protection, and tell him why;
have the money transferred to you;
and—send for that surgeon.”
The tears heat their way up Into the
girl's eyes In spite of her. and rnn
down her cheeks. Her head bent low
It was the one thing he knew not how
to fnce. Ills hard life hadn't taught
him that. The tears hurt him. What
had caused them? Maybe It was Just
a woman’s way. Maybe he had done
wrong to come to her with Ida cuts
nnd blood nnd dunger.
She raised her face nfter a time, ne
drew n long breath; dropped his hand
tn Ids side; stared In astonishment.
She was smiling—smiling through the
tears—nnd the dimples were hnck. The
ways of woman—utterly beyond Idm.
nnd past finding out! She smoothed
the draft out In her bunds and was
looking at him over It.
“I wonder If I ought to tnke It." she
mused to herself, ns much as to him.
He took the paper out of her hands,
folded It and with a masterful air
thrust It uii(ler a fold o^ the loose gar
tuent across her bosom.
"I haven’t n soul In the world to
leave It to hut—you."
His slow eyes left her fnce and
stared hnrd at the basin of red wnter.
Stepping over to the stnnd, he stooped
and snuffed the candle. The huge
shadow of him filled the room. Turn-
ing nway, after he had the candle
again at full flame, his eyes came hack
to the thoughtful face of his compan-
ion.
"Thnt revolver I saw yesterday on
the mantel—is It loaded?"
”1 think so.”
She looked up In curious hnlf sur-
prise. ns If.the question had brought
her thoughts' hack from afar.
"May I see it?”
"Why—yes—"
He shaded the candle again while
she lifted the curtain over the door;
paused a moment to listen to the
heavy breathing of the sleeper in the
west room; crossed to the niuntel over
the fireplace und brought him the re-
volver.
Several minutes the man spared to
Its Inspection: testing the action n<
the hammer, cylinder revolution and
trigger pull; replacing the somewhat
corroded raps on the tubes with new
ones; even packing fresh grains of
powder Into the tubes where he
thought necessary.
“IV* you know how It use It?” he
asked, looking up from his Inspection.
“I’ve shot lots of squirrels with it,
sometimes clear In the treetops,” she
answered. ‘‘And once I killed a hawk
that pestered the chickeua."
A grin puckered his eyes for a mo-
ment, then his brows lowered. An-
other question, n hard one, had to be
asked, that set him raking over his
slim stock of words for ways to ask It.
"Do girls—I mean—have you got any-
place about you-your dress—to car-
ry It?”
She was looking at him. her eyes
frank nnd wide—eyes that had no
need to narrow.
“I haven’t,” she answered; “but 1
can make one."
“I advise you to.”
He laid the revolver on the stand
and turned hack to her. The time had
come to go, nnd they both knew It.
For a while they stood silent. Once
his hand reached toward her, hut he
drew It hack.
"Will you he ready to raise the
blind when I blow out the candle?" he
said at Inst.
She went to the window and the
next moment the room was In dark-
ness.
Two fluttering spots of white In the
gloom rolled up the blind, found the
►•ring, that h«-M tt sad whipped *****
into a knot. The® the rlri etep|«-4
I-set The mao craw leal through the
window—with extreme core out to|
Mat the ground outside.
It to |«>t all know Inc bow her hands [
hap|» tied tn get Into Ills, lie brut h.s I
hem! and laid his fnv U|«>n ih<m;
suffered them to st||, nut Of his fingers 1
at last; and turt»<-d sway.
lie «i. gone on the liistrnt—gone
a* a shadow g.x-% never knowing
H at for long siel long It e dull window
frutm-d x while face llstetnn » for
xome sound ot him tu ruine lui.k out
uf the night.
Tie womb Tuft of the I’earlhunter
wax profound. It was rIm.uI all Ilfs
hud taught him. tint It had taught him
that. With the logical pr<,->siei of a
schoolmaster |m-- ng from one Me|> of
a protileta to another. It led him
straight to the trull of the man tie had
been following a short time la-fore—
which, of course, took him in the di-
rection of Fallen Kork. The man he
followed had doubtless gone buck to
ttie village hy this time. This prob-
ability hr had already eNtlmated and
-ef down In his reckoning at Its
pc*»|*er value. Rut lie had another pur-
pose In turning hia steps towtwd Fall-
en Ito k. He was dcllliernlcly going
Imek to Ihe cabin.
With every caution to leave no trail
he picked Ills way through the wood*
to the edge of the bluffs, stole over
and down toward the cabin The first
glance at the hlaek hulk of It, squat-
ted in Ihe deep gloom under Ihe up-
standing rocks, brought him to In-
stant pause. There was a light with-
in. He crouched down In the hushes
to conalder what this unexpected elr-
cumstance meant before venturing an-
other step.
No sound came from the cabin. The
night was Intensely still. Not an oar
stlrr.-d the river. The waterfall alone
fretted the silence. The Pearlhunter
flattened himself In the weeds nnd
hushes nnd foot hy foot worked hll
way until lie was able at Inst to bring I
his face level with the tiny tqvenlng.
With his eye close. Ihe chink afforded !
a tolerably clear view of the interior
of the cabin. He barely restrained a
cry at wlmt he saw-.
Stooped over the small, heir-covered
trunk, his hat off, stood the lied Mask.
He had pried open ihe lid and hud
laid the contents of the trunk out
with si-emlng care In rather neat
heaps upon the floor. In hia hand he
held die picture of the Iron-Gray-
Woman.
The I’earlhunter’a gorge rose at see-
ing his mother's picture In such hands,,
and his breast burned to dnsh Into the
cabin and settle Ids score with the
sacrilegious wretch once and for ail. j
Hut It was not Ids to do as he pleased
that night. Ills activities for the mo-
ment were limited to keeping his eys
fast to the chink.
The man by the trunk straightened,
carried the picture to’ the candle nnd
stood looking long upon It. He laid II
to Ids lips, agnin nnd ngaln. as if hr
would drink up the beautiful furs
from the card. He pressed the picture j
to his bosom; held It ngaln to the
candle nnd whispered to It In tones
that did not carry to the par of the
amazed listener. He strode up nnd
down the room; and (here was on his
face a look that no man had probably
ever seen there before, and probably
would never see ngaln.
After long moments he roused him-
self, unbuttoned his ve«t, and put the
picture carefully away In n» Inner
pocket. The watcher outside the wall
winced; his lips drew together In a
tense line. Rut llipre was much to he
seen Just then. The man Inside hnd
risen, crossed the floor, put the thing*
hnck In the trunk, closed the lid nnd
picked up Ills lint. Next moment the
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me It surely
benefited mo
greatly every
time, and I would
never hesitate to
recommend this
medicine to all
women who be-
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~ weak and rue-
down. especially while bringing up a
family - MKd DELLA LEA, 4411
Center St.
Weak women should try It now.
Don't wall! This temperance tonic
nnd nervine soothes and strengthens
the nerves, gives s healthy appetite
and refreshing sleep. At druggists.
To abort a cold
and prevent com*
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The ptsrified nnd refined
calomel tablets that are
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Medicinal virtues retain*
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Price 35c.
His Choice.
lie was a sum 11 Galloway hoy. and
Ills mother was reproving him at the
breakfast table for restlessness.
"Try to behave better, John," she
said; “you know It Is only very good
boys who go to heaven ’’
Said John: "Due coos gang tau
heaven, mother?”
“No.”
“Dae liens?"
“No."
"Then," said John, resignedly, "I'll
Inst gang tne the ither place where
I'll maybe get milk an' eggs."—Lon-
Jnn Tit Hits.
Red Cross Hall Rlue Is the finest
product of Its kind In the world. Ev-
pry woman who hns used It knows
Ibis statement to lie true.
The Fruits of Industry.
"1 hear Mr. Wadleigh, our local (-Sp-
ain of Industry, offered several thou-
sand dollars for a single volume of
Shakespeare's plays."
"Well, he can afford It," said Mr,
; (Trumpson. "He gets considerably
more out of Wndh-igh's works than
'Shakespeare ever got out of Ida."—
•tnlnglmm Age Herald.
Do you know
you can roll
SOgfiod
cigarettes for
lOcts from
one bag of
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II----
Stood Looking Lorjg Upon It
candle was blown out. The Pearlhunt-
er barely had time to creep into the
fringe of weeds when the cahin door
opened and softly closed.
With n brisk Rtep that Indicated he (
had flung off the spell of the past, the
notorious renegade walked around the
west end of the cabin, past the spring,
and straight to the tiny pool under the
waterfall, where the Pearlhunter, who 1
had stolen nlong the norlh wall of the
cabin hnd his second astounding sur-
prise since coming down the bluff.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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