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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, May 17, 1913, NOON EDITION, Image 20

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W
rpie last thing that he saw as his
senses left him was the faint glimmer
Of the relit candle and Mollie's agon
ized face, in its aureole hair.
"Ben!"
"Mollie!"
He started out through, the whirl
ing phantasmagoria that surrounded
him. He was dizzy and deathly sick.
Gradually, as the fog cleared from
his brain, he realized that he was
lying in a little room. He lay in Mol
lie's room, upon a bed, and the face
tb;at he loved best in all the world
was bending over him.
"Thank God he is coming to,
Prank!"
"You had better leave him for the
present." It was the voice of Merri
man. He came into the circle of
Ben's vision, a mighty man, his face
swathed in bandages. Looking upon
him, Ben dimly wondered how he had
ever had the strength to wrestle with
such a fellow. He was too weak to
lift a finger now.
"Well, young fellow!" Merriman
Was scowling down at him. "You've
done for yourself pretty well
now," he continued. "If my nephew,
Walt, hadn't had the gumption to
come up at the right moment and
snatch my rifle you'd have had a
murder charge against you. I thought
you were gone when I saw the whack
he gave you that night."
"That night! When?"
"Two weeks ago tomorrow. Yep, I
reckon you've kind of lost count of
time," he continued, smiling less evil
ly. "You've been mighty near death,
young fellow, let me tell you.'
"Well, I guess you've won," said
Ben feebly. "When are you going to
take me back to the penitentiary?"
' Frank Merriman scratched his
head, then, fingering his bandages,
he scowled; at length a smile broke
out upon his face.
"When win you be ready to start?"
he asked.
"You'll have to put me in a cart, I
reckon," answered Ben. "Prank," he
pontfnued, "I'm likely to get a. life
sentence now and we aren't likely to
meet again. I want to ask a promise
of you. Treat Mollie welL She's thd
finest girl in the world, and if she
was false to me well, I reckon it
was for your sake, Prank."
The sheriff stared at him. Then he
turned abruptly away. "The devil
you say!" he muttered.
He went to the door and called the
girL Ben heard them whispering out
side. And presently he was aware,
in his weakness, that Mollie was
bending over him again.
"Ben!"
"Mollie!"
"Ben, dearest Did you think I had
betrayed you, Ben? Did you dare to
think that I was untrue to you?"
He felt her tears drop on his hand.
He listened dumbly, in an agony o.
anticipation and doubts he dared not
utter.
"Listen, Ben! You are free. Free
to go where you ww. When you es
caped the newspapers took, up your
case. They demanded that you should
be set free. The governor was ap
pealed to. He said that you had been
punished enough. Your pardon ar
rived the week before you first came
to the cabin. That was why I went
to the mountain. I should have told
you, but I wanted it to come as 'a
surprise. That night Mr. Merriman
was waiting here to hand it to you.
You are free, Ben, free to go where
you will free to to marry me if
you want to!"
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
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Daily Health ogram.
Brown patches on face and neck
are due to constipation or congestion
of the liver. External applications are,
of no value. Proper treatment under
care of the family physician should
be taken for underlying conditions.
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The head of a man or woman in
normal health contains abont 80,000
hairs. Each hair grows at the rate
of .1095 inch a day, ami lasts from
2 to 6 years,
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