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THE APACHE REVIEW
MOTHER!
“California 9ymp of Fijs"
Child's Best Ijxative
THE
BLUE MOON
A TALE OF THE FLATWOODS
Jty VAVfD A/iVE-RSOM
Cnfirng^’ hr tb* R Mu Mfrrfll
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to happen
Accept "Call/orulfl" Syrup of Fig*
only—look for flit* name California uu
the package, then you are sure your
lx hnvlng the lx*»t and mo*t harm
Inn physic for the little atonuich, llvei
and howda. Ckllilm Ime It* fruity
taste. Full dlnx-tlon* on each botil^
You iuu*t *ay “California."—A4t,
Appropriate.
"VVliv <|o you (*nll tty inir machine#
‘liolmx of tin* air?*" "Benma* the)
liuvc no visible looniix of »u|>|iort.
WOMEN NEED SWAMP-ROOT
Thousand* of women have kidney and
Bladder trouble and never »u*pect )t.
Women*' complaint* often prove to be
nothing elae but kidney trouble, or the
result of kidney or bladder diaeaee.
If the kidney* are not in a healthy
condition, they may rauee the other or-
gan* to become d:*eaxed,
Pain in the back, headache, )naa of am
bition, ncrvouxneta, are often time* aymp-
tom* of kidney trouble.
Don’t delay atarting treatment. Dr.
Kilmer’* Swamp-Root, e phyeinan'i pre-
erription, obtained at any drug etore, may
be juat the remedy needed to overcome
auch conditions.
Oat a medium or large sire bottle im-
mediately from any drug atore.
However, if you wish firet to test thi*
great preparatioh send ten rents to Dr.
Kilmer A Co., Binghamton, N. Y.. for a
•ample bottle. When writing be eure and
mention thia paper.—Adv.
Muny clergymen in London, It lx
enld, nre paid lower wages than xtreel
sweepers.
WOMEN! USE "DIAMOND DYES”
Dye Old Skirt*. Dresses. Waists,
Coata, Stocking*, Draperiee—
Everything.
Faeh pneknge of "Diamond Dyea”
-contains easy directions for dyeing uny
article of wool, silk, cotton, linen, or
mixed goods. Beware! Boor dye
atreaks. spots, fades, and ruins mate-
rial by giving It a “dyed-look." Buy
"Diamond Dyes" only. Druggist has
Color Card.—Adv.
Love of the limelight l.x totally In-
comprehensible to those who don’t
sure for It.
Catarrhal Deafness Cannot Be Cured
by local applications, as they cannot
reach the diseased portion of the ear.
CatArrlial Deafness requires constitu-
tional treatment. HALL'S CATAHKH
MEDICINE is a constitutional remedy
Catarrhal Deafness la caused by an In-
flamed condition oi the mucoua lining of
the Eustachian Tube. When this tube ts
Inflamed you have a rumbling sound or
Imperfect hearing, and when It Is entire-
ly closed, Deafness Is the result. Unless
tne Inflammation can he reduced, your
bearing may be destroyed forever.
HALL'S CATARRH MEDICINE acts
through the blood on the mucous sur-
faces of the system, thus reducing the In-
flammation and restoring normal condi-
tions.
Circulars free. All Druggists.
F. J. Cheney & Co., Toledo, Ohio.
CHAPTER XI—Continued.
—14—
"fan you stand more camphor?” »h*
isked
"I'll swliu In It, If It will get me up."
The girl laughed, moistened the cot-
tnu and laid It on the wound. He did
not even wince. The sting of II had
become to him a necessity, the grate-
ful mentis to an end that must be ac-
complished. Without tonight (here
could lie no tomorrow. She saturated
more of the cotton, laid It on the gash
end bandaged It there, drew the blouse
back Into place, smoothed the pillow
under hie head and went to the
I kitchen.
He heard the rattle of the etove, and
knew that alie was preparing him
something to eat. It moved hlin, tot
i tie knew how pitiful little that kitchen
held, and yet she waa going to share
It with him—the best of It—share It
with a smile, and the grace of a prin-
ces*. He awore to hlniM-lf that there
should lie food In that kitchen tomor-
row.
She was hnck In a surprisingly short
time, he-irlng a tray of such food us
•he bad Leeu able to prepare hastily—
•(■me Irolb, crisp toast, a post bed egg,
and black coffee.
He wns sound asleep.
She tiptoed back to the kitchen, set
the trny on the stove hearth where It
would keep warm, re entered the room,
drew a chair up beside the sofa, and
kept the buzzing flies away frum his
face while he slept.
Noon caine and passed. Several
times she went to the kitchen to mend
the Are and keep the tray warm;many
a time she sllpiied from window to
window, and listened at the door* for
sound of the hunters thnt somewhere
combed the woods. The shadows
turned eastward and atlll the man
slept. The day had worn away to mid-
ifternoon when he tossed restlessly
ind flung tils right arm above his heml.
The movement seemed to provoke the
hurt. Tie caine nwake—with the quick
Intuition of the woodsman knew he
hnd slept long. He started to rise.
She sprang up and laid her hand on
his shoulder.
“But I mustn’t Impose #n you like
this " he protested.
“Didn’t you say a little bit ago that
I wns the doctor?"
Thnt dry smile that olwnys started
In his eyes first, crawled out across
hts face.
"Then I command you to stay right
where yon are,” she answered to the
alow smile, as she hurried on* to the
kitchen and carried In the trny.
She sat down beside him on the
couch, fixed his arm easy In the sling,
put sugar in the Jilack coffee, and even
buttered his toast. "The I’earlhunter
had never lived In such luxury. It
wns a dream—like some of the storlea
of fairies and enchanted palaces his
mother used to tell of years ago In the
long winter evenings on the house-
boat. He half fenred that he might
not really be awake; that, after all. It
might turn out to be some trick, like
that of the gorge that closed.
She rose, pushed away the table and
helped him back upon the couch.
"Try to sleep," she said, while
smoothing the pillow under his head.
The way to carry a stiff load
Jiave a stiff tljqior Up.
Is to
Sure
Relief
6 Bell-ans
Hot water
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The Man Both Dreaded Most to See.
you
"and gain every bit of strength
can. if you must go tonight."
Her manner seemed not to invite a
reply—rather seemed to forbid one.
He closed his eyes and settled himself
into^the luxuriou; novelty of the sit-
uation—the happy privilege of obeying
Colds Stop Quick. *u<*h a nurse.
Breaks up a cold in six hours; noth- She moved the table back by the
lng gives quicker relief in coughs and window, re-arranged the work basket
colds than Hyomet. Goes right to the and vase of roses, and went to the
spot and kills the germs. Money hnck
If it falls. At good druggists every-
where.
126 MAMMOTH JACKS
I h»r* • bzr*s|n for yon. eom« qntrt
L. DoCUlWH JACK rAK.1l
Cedar Rapid*, low*
W.
kitchen with the tray. He opened his
eyes the minute she was gone. It was
farthest from hig' thoughts to spend
another moment of that wonderful day
in sleep. His great regret was that
he had already spent so much of it
that way. Whatever an
It was no thue to sleep.
The |lrl, busy with the dishes, heard
the c»»u«'h creak, and pitied htui In hi*
reMle»* pain.
"Wild Ro##r
She almost dnqqxsl the cup she wa*
wiping. That call was not Inspired b>
pain. No |«in In the world could have
wrung It fmm him. She hurried back
Into the room, lie had risen and wa*
standing near a window, a look on his
fare that made her half afraid of him
his eyes like a blade half drawn. He
bad lieard a step, llow lie beard It—
sensed It—only the bunted know.
The girl sprang to his side, her eye*
followed the motion of Ids linnd. and
her lips turned white. A man was com
lng up the path—the tuan both dread
ed most to see.
Handsome, Jaunty, debonair, smooth
faced except for the aggressive mu*
tactic slightly shot with gray, the no
tnrloux bandit swung along up the
Walk. The Bearlhunter stood crouched
forward. Ills bund dro|qied to Ins hip
closed over the butt of Hie revolver,
then slowly unclosed. He was taking
Ills arm out of the sling when the girl
caught him, shook him, drugged him
hnck.
“Quick!" she crl«*d, pushing him
across the floor, "My room! Behind
the curtains!”
At the door he hung hack, hla head
still over hlx shoulder.
“I reckon I must hide!" he muttered
still glaring hack toward the window.
"But not there! The kitchen?"
“No, my room. It’s safest.”
She pushed him behind the curtains
"But If lie MN In?"
"He won’t!"
He caught a glimpee of her-^hlte
hard as the face of the hills, and tin
blue In her eyes like bright steel
touched with flame.
A quick glance at the tiny silt tv
tween the curtains behind which she
knew the Headhunter was standing, a
very positive and vigorous shake of
her Anger that said plainer than words
to stay there; and she rose Hnd wnlked
with a firm step to the door. A nar-
row Inch she opened It and with her
left hand held It so. with her right
shoulder propped agnlnxt It In such a
way that her right side and arm were
concealed.
The man on the outside of the door
drew hack a atep, und, with a sweep
lng how—too sweeping, even for the
Klntwonds—his hnt came off and his
handsome face put on Its most affable
smile.
“And how Is thy wood fairy this aft-
ernoon?”
The girl mnde no reply. Her face,
frnmed In the narrow opening, changed
not a shade.
Nothing so disconcerts a man as to
have his advances met with alienee.
Rome of the lines nnd wrinkles thnt
did duty for the smile left the bold
fnce of the renegade.
"It was so very lonesome In the
lage. with the men all hunting that
desperado, thnt I thought I’d walk out
and spend the afternoon with you, and
talk over with you some very charm-
ing plans I have formed. You have
what I believe to be a wonderful voice.
While, to my great regret, you have
never sung for me, yet, as I have
passed back and forth through the
woods In my business of looking up
timber options. I have sometimes
heard you sing. You undoubtedly have
a great voice. Now, I nm rich, with
no one to spend my money on. What
better could I do with It than give to
the world a great singer? If you will
go with me, you slinll have the heat
training the world affords."
He put^one foot up on the door -dep,
his fnce beaming—If such a fnce can
honm. The Penrlhunter stiffened In
his place behind the curtain. The girl
never changed a haVs breadth In the
narrow opening between the cheek of
the door nnd the Jnmb. Her epid si-
lence was apparently too much even
for the hold man that faced her.
“Aren’t you going to Invite me in?"
"My fattier Is away this afternoon.
I can not invite you In.'
It w-nx the first word she hnd ‘••wok-
en—a word cold and hnrd enough;
but the brazen Intruder seemed to take
encouragement from It.
“Then permit me to Invite myself,*
He advanced a step, laid his hand to
the door, pushed lightly. The narrow
slit between cheek and Jamb widened
not a hair.
The passions of a Prussian noble
were behind that face outside. They
began to break through its thin
neer of politeness. He put his hat back
on, but still kept his hand on the
door.
“I might choose to come In."
The girl made no answer; neither
did she suffer the door to yield. The
last vestige of the smile left the man's
face.
“I might demand to come In"—some-
thing close kin to a snarl slipped Into
his voice—"to senreh this cabin for
that notorious desperado, the Red
Mask, the murderer of Louie Solo-
mon.”
“The Red Mask Is not In this cab-
in.”
The answer came slowly, and there
wns a peculiar emphasis upon the
word “in." doubtless unconscious To
the listener behlntFthe curtains, It was
as If die had aaid; "Not In the cabin.
Just In front of It.”
The | r<-»»ure on the door Increased
The Be#rlhunter saw the girl brace
her body against It. The door began
to give a tiny mile al first—an Inch-
two inches—
lie could stand It no longer, lie
wax In the very act of sweeping tlo*
curtains aside when the girl's right
arm. the one hid behind the door
drop|M-d to her able. Her huud went
Into the folds of her dress. When It
came out It held (he revolver he bad
don tied and pul In order the night be
fore. She cocked the weapon and
lcn|M>d back. The door flew o|x‘0. The
man on the step barely saved himself
from sprawling In U|mn the floor by
clutching the dixir Jamb. When he re
gained hi* balance, be was gazing Into
the muzzle of a very steady Htui ile-
|x*ndnhl# looking six gun. At flr«t
flush lie actunlly thought If wax a Joke.
“You wouldn't shoot a man?"
Ills voice hud lost Its Jaunty tissur
a nee.
"No," came the cold, crisp answer
down the sternly barrel, "but I’d shoot
a snake."
Tliere waa no chance of mlsundcr
standing her.
"Daiun'd If I don’t believe you
w ould I"
"You know how to find out."
lie knew. He slowly raised his
hands. The expression In hla eyes
might have meant any tiuttiher of
"Nothing I"
“Well, hardly anything."
“And you weren’t afraid?"
“Not with—you here."
The half hesitating etatement
pleased the mall- pleasnl lulu iw-
menaely.
"And you're not afraid now?"
"Duly that they might flud you. Why
should I be?**
"Then--I must follow him."
lie r*>»e from the *ofu. Hat be bad
none—It wns tramped to rug* In the
du»t und dirt of the village under the
wide reaching limbs of Ihe oak—hut
lie began hitching together the atrip*
and tniters of hlx blouse.
The girl sprang up nnd fared him.
ou I Why, you can hardly stand."
“We must And out whether he goea
back to the village or down to Fallen
Hock. Everything de|ienda on kflow-
ing that."
lie made a step toward the door.
She got before him.
•Til go."
"You}"
"Why not? I know the wood#, and
they're safer for uie than you Just
now."
She was at the dixir of the kitchen
before he could stop her. her hast*
the greater, perhaps, because she
knew he would stop her. lie reached
her arm Just as she raised the latch.
"No—t It'a my place!"
"It’s your place to slay right here
and gain strength for your big plan
tonight. Why, It's only a little ten
minute run—and I know every hush
und tree."
Hlx plan I Everything dejiendad on
It—on Ills being able to curry It
through. He could uot move till the
lime came, ami that would be when
the dork came. It would ruin every-
thing to he seen ton soon. And yet
he must know which way Ihe man
went. Much depended on whether he
fed hi* horse now, or went on to the
village and came hack after night to
feed him. Tim Bearlhunter hesltuted,
wavering between h very keen and un-
spoiled chivalry und a very Insistent
expediency. .
“If he should—catch you!"
She laughed merrily.
"Not even you could catch me In
the woods."
She flung open the door. He
stretched forth his arm.
"No. no! I can’t—"
But she wax gone.
k***»
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larourag. «t and
titii« h It trba. lie
ni»«ra!»l« 1 had
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wIth sb k heod-
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haft yellow
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my body. At
one time I was
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that I lost all
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my housework
and was really
’all In’ when
•Golden Medical Dlecovery’ was rec-
ommended to me by a friend I
took six bottles of II. which made me
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A. FINN. 2214 Washington Ave.
i Studied the Eye* Back of the Re-
volver.
things; first of nil, that he bowed to
necessity; second, that he would come
again. Astonished, mortified, baffled—
that, most of all; baffled—he doubtless
salved Ills pride with that second
thought: He would come again. The
girl sensed something of what smol-
dered deep In the hold eyes—eyes that
a good woman could hardly meet with-
out dishonor. Hut there were ptuns
afoot—nnd she trusted them.
"Listen! I’ll give you time to get
out of sight. If you wulk fast. If you
look hack, or If you are In sight when
I think the time Is up, I’ll shoot; und
I’ll hit what I shoot at."
He studied the eyes hack of the re-
volver. What he saw whirled him
around, his hands still up. and started
him back down the path. The farther
he went the faster be went. In less
time than she hnd thought, he had
passed the turn nnd disappeared.
She closed the door, laid the revol-
ver on the table beside the sewing hus-
ket, crossed the room to the sofa. The
Bearlhunter had cotne out from behind
the curtains, admiration running riot
In his eyes.
"T wish I knew some way to tell
you,” he said, “how proud I am to
know a girl like you. I don’t know a
man that could have done It. And
him the Red Mask! Before you I
feel like a—a—tailor."
She looked up at him. tried to stnlle;
the smile was a failure. Her lips
quivered; her eyes fell. To the Pearl-
hunter’s amazement she dropped down
•in the sofa and burst Into tears. He
Btood shifting from one foot to the
other, puzzled nnd helpless. It was
beyond him. He sat down beside her.
reached forth his one free hand aud
laid it upon her hair.
“Why—don’t cry I It’s—nil over—
now I”
He frowned In an effort to think of
something elseYo say. But all lie could
think of was: "Don’t cry.” and that
didn’t seem to do any good. He was
thinkine some very uncomplimentary
things about his clumsy nnd awkward
self, when she looked up. The man
stared. She xvas laughing—a nervous
little langh right through the tears.
The laugh astonished him more than
the tears, but It was an immense re-
lief to him. Just the same.
"My. isn’t It silly for tne to carry on
like this! And over nothing 1"
CHAPTER XII.
Box Twenty-Three.
The Pea rlhunter stood In the kitchen
door, feeling no little disgrace, and
watched the lithe form of the girl dart
In among the hushes that lined the
cliff where It looped east, enclosing
the little pocket of level woods where
the cabin stood. He snw- her stop
suddenly. She stood listening a mo-
ment ; enme flying back.
To the question on his fnce she an-
swered hy closing the door nnd mo-
tioning him Into the main room and to
the window by the sewing table. A
small boy came whistling up Ihe path.
“It’s Ihe grandson of the good old
storekee[H*r I told you about, she
whispered.
They both laughed as she pushed
him toward the curtains, laughed
though it Irked the man no little to go
Into hiding at the sound of every foot- \
step—in a girl’s room at thut, while
she stood guard.
“Ask him about the hunt today.” he
whispered. "And above all, ask him
If he met a man."
She nodded nnd pulled the curtains
close. The next moment she had
opened the dixir.
“Well. Billy I Glad to see you. Come
right in.”
Billy did come In. But Billy wnsn’t
shaking. Through the little gnp In
the curtain the Bearlhunter could see
him standing Just Inside the dixir. Billy
was hy no means a prepossessing
youngster—harefooted, thin shinned,
very decidedly pigeon-toed. Ills sharp
little fHce was elaborately Htui pic-
turesquely freckled. There were
freckles enough for a big face, and
Hilly’s face was small, so small that
some of the freckles had to stand up
edgeways to find room. But his eyes,
m the midst of their speckled sur-
roundings, looked out sharp Htui bright
from under Ills frazzled straw hat.
They were very busy Just then in tak-
ing down, one by one. every feature of
the room, from wall to wall, from car-
pet to loft Joists.
The girl closed the door, put an arm
about the slim little mite under the
ragged hat and led him to the »>ig easy
chair—the stricken old man's chair—
near the middle of the room; brought
the smaller rocking chair from her
Sewing table and sat down bv him.
The little fellow tries! to lean hack
In the big chair. It was far tix» deep.
He sat up straight, swinging his feet,
and continued his methodical survey
of the room.
“llow in Hie world did you ever find
your way, Billy, out here In the
woods?"
The sharp little ey°« «.X*d hlg
companion over—coolly; a tiny shade
contemptuously.
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