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LIFT RIGHT QUI
DOESN'T HURT AT ALL AND
COSTS ONLY FEW CENTS.
Magic I Just drop a little Fr eczema
on that touchy corn. Instantly It stops
aching, then you lift the corn off with
the fingers. Truly X 2o humbug I
y REX BEACH
Author of "The Iron Trail. -The
SpoiJers," "Heart of the Sunset, Etc
'Cemrrlght, bar Htrpcr and Brothers)
FOREWORD
The Cuba of the days of
Weyler and Gomez and the
ragged, half-starved bands
of "insurrectos" furnishes
an admirable background
for this delightful story, in"
which love, war and the
search for a buried treasure
are the principal strands
that are interwoven to make
a plot that is worthy of the
mind of Rex Beach. The
author of "The Spoilers,"
"The Barrier," and other
stirring tales, has produced
his most thrillinq story in
"Rainbow's End."
CHAPTER I.
The Valley of Delight.
In all probability your first view of
che valley of the Yumuri will be from
the Hermitage of Montserrate, for it is
there that the cocheros drive you.
There you overlook the fairest sight in
all Christendom "the loveliest valley
In the world," as Humboldt called it
for the Yumuri nestles right at your
feet, a vale of pure delight, a glimpse
of Paradise that bewilders the eye and
fills the soul with ecstasy.
Standing beside the shrine of Our
Lady of Montserrate, you will see be
yond the cleft through which the river
emerges another hill. La Cumbre, from
which the view is wonderful, and your
driver may tell you about the splendid
homes that used to grace its slopes
In the golden days when Cuba had an
aristocracy. Your cochero may point
out a certain grove of orange trees,
now little more than a rank tangle,
and tell you about the ouinta of Don
Esteban Varona, and its hidden treas
ure ; about little Esteban and Rosa, the
twins; and about Sebastian, the giant
Blave, who died in fury, taking with
him the secret of the well.
The Spanish Main Is rich In tales of
treasure-trove, for when the Antilles
were most affluent they were least se
cure, and men were put to strange
ehlfts to protect their fortunes. Cer
tain hoards, like jewels of tragic his
tory, in time assumed a sort of evil
personality, not infrequently exercising
a dire Influence over the lives of those
who chanced to fall under their spells.
It was as if the money were accursed,
for certainly the seekers often came
to evil. Of such a character was the
Varona treasure. Don Esteban himself
was neither better nor worse than
other men of his time, and although
part of the money he hid was wrung
from the toil of slaves and the traffic
.In their bodies, much of It was clean
enough, and In time the earth purified
It all. Since his acts made so deep an
Impress, and since the treasure he left
played so big a part in the destinies of
those ' who came after him, It is well
that some account of these matters
should be given.
The story, please remember, Is an
old one ; It has been often told, and in
the telling and retelling it Is but natural !
that a certain glamour, a certain
tropical extravagance, should attach to j
it, therefore you should make allow
ance for some exaggeration, some ac
cretions due to the lapse of time. In
the main, however, it is well authenti
cated and runs parallel to fact.
Donna Rosa Varona lived barely long
enough to learn that she had given
birth to twins." Don Esteban, whom
people, knew as a grim man, took the
blow of his sudden bereavement as be
came one of his strong fiber. Leaving
the priest upon his knees and the doc
tor busied with the babies, he strode
through the house and out into the
sunset, followed by the wails of the
slave women.
Don Esteban was at heart a selfish
man, and now, therefore, he felt a sul
len, fierce resentment mingled with
bis grief. What trick was this? he
asked himself. What had he done to
merit such misfortune? Had he not
made rich gifts to the church? Had he
not knelt and prayed for his wife's
safe delivery and then hung his gifts
upon the sacred image, as Loyola had
hung up his weapons before that other
counterpart of Our Lady? Don Este
ban scowled at the memory, for those
gems were of the finest. " ,
I He looked up from his unhappy
musings to find a gigantic bare
footed negro standing before him.
The slave was middle-aged; his kinky
hair was growing gray; but .he was of
superb proportions, and the muscles
which showed through the rents In his
cotton garments were as smooth and
supple as those of a stripling. His
black face was puckered with grief,
as he began:
"Master, is It true that Donna Rosa
- The fellow choked.
"Yes," Esteban nodded, wearily, "she
Is dead, Sebastian."
' Tears came to Sebastian's eyes and
overflowed his cheeks; he stood mo
tionless, striving to voice his sympathy.
At length he said :
"She was too good for this world.
- God was jealous and took here to Para
dise."
The widowed man cried out angrily :
"Paradise! What Is this but Para-
- dlse?" He stared with resentful eyes
at the beauty round about him. "See!
The xumura : uon tsceDan nung a
long arm outward. "Do you think there
la a sight like that in heaven? Para
dise Indeed!. I gave her everything.
She gained nothing by dying."
With a grave thoughtful ness which
proved him superior to the ordinary
slave, Sebastian replied:
"True ! She had all that any wom
an's heart could desire, but In return
for your goodness she gave you chil
dren. You have lost her, but you have
gained an heir, and a beautiful girl
baby who will grow to be another
Donna Rosa. I grieved as you grieve,
once upon a time, for my fvoman died
iH childbirth, too. You remember? But
my daughter lives, and she has brought
sunshine into my old age. That Is the
purpose of children." He paused and
shifted his weight uncertainly, digging
his stiff black toes into the dirt. After
a time he said, slowly: "Excellency!
Now, about the well ?"
"Yes. What about it?" .
"Did the Donna Rosa confide her
share of the secret to anyone? Those
priests and those doctors, you know
"She died without speaking."
"Then it rests between you and me?"
"It does, unless you have babbled."
"Master!" Sebastian drew himself
up and there was real dignity in his
black face.
"Understand, my whole fortune Is
there everything, even to the deeds of
patent for the plantations. If I thought
there was danger of you betraying me
I would have your tongue pulled out
and your eyes torn from their sockets."
The black man spoke with, a sim
plicity that carried conviction: "Times
are unsettled, Don Esteban, and death
comes without warning. You are
known to be the richest man In this
province and these government officials
are robbers. Suppose I should be left
alone? What then?"
The planter considered for a mo
ment. "Well, when my children are old
enough to hold their tongues they. will
have to be told. If I'm gone, you shall
be the one to tell them. Now leave me ;
this is no time to speak of such things."
Sebastian went as. noiselessly as he
had come. On his way back to his quar
ters he took the path to the well the
place where most of his time was ordi
narily spent. Sebastian had dug this
well, and with his own hands he had
beautified its surroundings until they
were the loveliest on the Varona
grounds. It was Sebastian's task to
keep this place green, and thither he
took his way, from force of habit.
Through the twilight came Pancho
Cueto, the manager, a youngish man,
with a narrow face and bold, close-set
eyes. Spying Sebastian, he began:
"So Don Esteban has an heir at
last?"
The slave rubbed his eyes with the
heel of his huge yellow palm and an
swered, respectfully:
"Yes, Don Pancho. Two little angels,
a boy and a girl." His gray brows
drew together in a painful frown.
"Donna Rosa was a saint. No doubt
there is ;jreat rejoicing In heaven at
her coming. Eh? What do you think?"
"Um-m ! Possibly. " Don Esteban will
miss her for a time and then, I dare
say, he will remarry." At the negro's
exclamation Cueto said : "So ! And
why not? Everybody knows how rich
he is. From Oriente to Pinar del Rio
the women have heard about his treas
ure."
What treasure?" asked Sebastian,
after an Instant's pause.
Cueto's dark eyes gleamed resent
fully at this show of ignorance, but he
laughed.
Ho ! There's a careful fellow for
you! No wonder he trusts you. But
do you think I have neither eyes nor
ears? My good Sebastian, you know
all about that treasure; in fact, you
know far more about many things than
Don Esteban would care to have you
telL Come now, don't you?"
Sebastian's face was like a mask
carved from ebonj. "Of what does his
treasure consist?" he Inquired. "I have
never heard about it."
Of gold, of jewels, of silver bars
and precious ornaments." Cueto's head
was thrust forward, his nostrils were
dilated, his teeth gleamed. "Oh, it Is
somewhere about, as you very well
know! Bah! Don't deny it. I'm no
fool. What becomes of the money
from the. slave girls, eh? And the
sugar crops, too? Does it go to buy
arms and ammunition for the rebels?
No. Don Esteban hides it, and you
help him. Come," he cried, disregard
ing Sebastian's murmurs of protest.
did you ever think how fabulous that
fortune must be by this time? Did you
ever think that one little gem, one
bag of gold, would buy your freedom?"
Don Esteban has promised to buy
my freedom and the freedom of my
girl."
"So?" The manager was plainly
surprised. "I didn't know that." After
a moment he began to laugh. "And
yet you pretend to know nothing about
that treasure? Ha! You're a good
boy, Sebastian, and so I am. I admire
you. We're both loyal to our master,
eh? But now about Evangelina."
Cueto's face took on a craftier expres
sion. "She is a likely girl, and when
she grows up she will be worth more
than you, her father. Don't forget' that
Don Esteban is before all else a busi
ness man. Be careful that some one
doesn't make him so good an offer for
your girl that he will forget his prom
ise and sell her."
Sebastian uttered a hoarse, animal
cry and the whites of his eyes showed
through the gloom. "He would never
sell Evangelina!"
Cueto laughed aloud once more. "Of
course! He would not dare, eh? Iam
only teasing you. But see ! You have
given yourself away. Everything you
tell me proves that you know all about
that treasure."
"I know but one -thing," the slave
declared, stiffening himself slowly,
"and that Is to be faithful to Don Es
teban." . He turned and departed, leav
ing Pancho Cueto staring after him
meditatively.
In the days following the birth of
hi3 children and the death of his wife.
Don Esteban Varona, as had been his
custom, steered a middle course In
politics, in that way managing to avoid
a clash with the Spanish officials who
ruled the Island, or an open break with
his Cuban neighbors, who rebelled be
neath their wrongs. Esteban dealt
diplomatically with both factions and
went on raising slaves and sugar to his
own great profit.
The twins, Esteban and Rosa, devel
oped Into healthy children and became
the pride of Sebastian and his daugh
ter, into whose care they had been
given. As for Evangelina, the young
negress, she grew tall and strong and
handsome, until she was the finest
slave girl In the neighborhood.
Then, one day, Don Esteban Varona
remarried, and the Donna Isabel, who
had been a famous Habana beauty,
came to live at the quinta. The daugh
ter of Impoverished parents, She had
heard and thought much about the
mysterious treasure of La Cumbre.
Before the first fervor of his honey
moon cooled the groom began to fear
that he had made a serious mistake.
Donna Isabel, he discovered, was both
vain and selfish. Not only did she
crave luxury and display, but with sin
gular persistence she demanded to
know all about her husband's financial
affairs.
Now Don Esteban was no longer
young; age had soured him with sus
picion, and when once he saw himself
as the victim of a mercenary marriage
he turned bitterly against his wife.
Her curiosity he sullenly resented, and
he unblushingly denied his possession
of any considerable wealth. In fact,
he tried with malicious Ingenuity to
make her believe him a poor man. But
Isabel was not of the sort to be readily
deceived. Finding her arts and co
quetries of no avail, she flew into a
rage, and a furious quarrel ensued
the first of many. For the lady could
not rest without knowing all there was
to know about the treasure.
She searched the quinta, of course,
whenever she had a chance, but she
discovered nothing with the result
that the mystery began to engross her
whole thought. She pried into the ob
scurest corners, she questioned the
"Your Father Has Sold Me to Him!"
slaves, she lay awake at night listening
to Esteban's breathing, in the hope of
surprising his secret from his dreams.
At length a time came when they lived
In frank enmity ; when Isabel never
spoke to Esteban except in reproach or
anger, and when Esteban unlocked his
lips only to taunt his wife with the
fact that she had been thwarted de
spite her cunning.
It was only natural under such con
ditions that Donna Isabel should learn
to dislike her stepchildren Esteban
had told her frankly that they would
inherit whatever fortune he possessed.
A3 may be Imagined, she found ways
to vent her spite upon the twins. She
widened her hatred so as to include old
Sebastian and his daughter, and even
went so far as to persecute Evange-
lina's sweetheart, a slave named Asen-
sio.
It had not taken Donna Isabel Ion
to guess the reason for Sebastian's
many privileges, and one of her first
efforts had been to win the old man's
confidence. It was in vain, however.
that she flattered and cajoled, or
stormed and threatened; Sebastian
withstood her as a towering ceiba with
stands the summer heat and the win
ter hurricane.
His firmness made her vindictive,
and so In time she laid a scheme to
estrange him from his master.
Donna Isabel was crafty. She began
to complain about Evangelina, but it
was only after many months that she
ventured to suggest to her husband
that he sell the girl. Esteban, of
course, refused point-blank ; he was too
fond of Sebastian's daughter, he de
clared, to think of such a thing.
"So, that Is it," sneered Donna Isa
beL . "Well, she Is young and shapely
and handsome, as wenches go. I rather
suspected you were fond of her "
With difficulty Esteban restrained an
oath. "You mistake my meaning," he
said stiffly. "Sebastian has served me
faithfully and Evangelina plays with
my childre. She Is good to them ; she
is more of a mother to them than you
have ever been."
"Is that why you dress her like a
lady? Bah! A likely story!" Isabel
tossed her fine, dark head. Tm not
blind ; I see what goes on about me. I
won't have that wench in my house.
Goaded to fury by bis wife's sense
less accusation, Esteban cried: ."Your
house? By what license do you call It
yours r-
"Am I not married to you?"
"Yes as a leech is married to Its
victim. You suck my blood."
"Your blood !" The woman laughed
shrilly. "You have no blood; your
veins run vinegar. You are a miser."
"Miser! Miser! I grow sick of the
word. It is all you find to taunt me
with. Confess that you married me
for my money," he roared.
"Of course I did ! Do you think a
woman of my beauty would marry you
for anything else? But a fine bargain
I made !"
"Vampire !"
"Wife or vampire, I intend to rule
this house, and I refuse to be shamed
by a thick-lipped African. Her airs
tell her story. She is insolent to me,
but I sha'n't endure it. She laughs
at me. Well, your friends shall laugh
at you."
"Silence!" commanded Esteban.
"Sell her, or "
Without waiting to hear her threat
Esteban tossed his arms above his
head and fled from the room. Flinging
himself into the saddle, he spurred
down the hill and through the town to
the Casino de Espanol, where he spent
the night at cards with the Spanish of
ficials. But he did not sell Evangelina.
In the days that .followed many simi
lar scenes occurred, and as Esteban's
home life grew more unhappy his dissi
pations increased. He drank and gam
bled heavily; he brought his friends to
the quinta with him. and strove to for
get domestic unpleasantness in boister
ous revelry.
His wife, however, found opportuni
ties enough to weary and exasperate
him with reproaches regarding the
slave girl.
CHAPTER II.
Spanish Gold.
The twins were seven years old when
Donna Isabel's schemes bore their first
bitter fruit, and the occasion was a
particularly uproarious night when
Don Esteban entertained a crowd of
his Castilian friends. Little Rosa was
awakened at a late hour by the laugh
ter and shouts of her father's guests.
She was afraid, for there was some
thing strange about the voices, some
quality to them which was foreign to
the child's experience. Creeping Into
her brother's room, she awoke him, and
together they listened. Rosa began to
whimper, and when Esteban tried to
reassure her his own voice was thin
and reedy from fright.
In the midst of their agitation they
heard some one weeping ; there came a
rush of feet down the hallway, and the
next instant Evangelina flung herself
into the room.
She fell upon her knees before them.
"Little master! Little mistress!" she
sobbed. "You will save me, won't you?
We love each other, eh? See then,
what a crime this is! Say that you
will save me!"
The children were frightened, but
they managed to quaver: "What has
happened? Who has harmed you?"
"Don Pablo Peza," weptvthe negress.
"Your father has sold me to him lost
me at cards. Oh. I shall die ! Sebas
tian won't believe it. He is praying.
And Ascnsio But what can fhey do
to help me? You alone can save me.
You won't let Don Pablo take me
away? It would kill me."
"Wait !" Esteban scrambled out of
bed and stood before his dusky nurse
and playmate. "Don't cry any more.
I'll tell papa that you don't like Don
Pablo."
Rosa followed. "Yes. come along,
brother," she cried, shrilly. "We'll tell
Don Pablo to go home and leave our
Evangelina."
"My blessed doves! But will they
listen to you?" moaned the slave.
"Papa does whatever we ask," they
assured her, gravely. "If he should
growl we'll come back and bide you in
the big wardrobe where nobody will
ever find you." Then hand In hand,
with their long nightgowns lifted to
their knees, they pattered out into the
hall and down toward the living room,
whence came the shouting and the
laughter.
Don Mario de Castano, who was fac
ing the door, stopped In the midst of a
ribald song to cry: "God be praised!
What's this I see?"
The others looked and then burst
Into merriment, for across the litter of
cards and dice and empty glasses they
saw a dimpled girl and boy, as like as
two peas. They were just out of bed;
they were peering through the smoke,
and blinking iike two little owls.
"So! You awaken the household
with your songs," some one chided Don
Mario.
"Two cherubs from heaven," another
exclaimed.
But he father lurched forward, a
frown upon his face. "What Is this, my
dears?" he inquired, thickly. "Run
back to your beds. - This is" no place
for you."
"We love Evangelina," piped the
twins. "You must not let Don Pablo
have her If j ou please."
"Evangelina?"
They nodded. "We love her. . . .
She plays with us every day. . . .
We want her to stay here. ... She
belongs to us."
Accustomed as they were to prompt
compliance with their demands, they
spoke imperiously ; but they had never
seen a frown like this upon their fa
ther's face.
"Go to your rooms, my sweethearts,
Don Esteban directed.
"We want Evangelina. She belongs
to us," they chorused, stubbornly.
Don Pablo shook with laughter. "So I
She belongs to you, eh? And I'm to
be robbed of my winnings. Very well,
then, come and give me a kiss, both of
you, and Til see what can be done."
But the children saw that Don Pab
lo's face wa3 strangely flushed, that
his eyes were wild and fcia magnificent
beard was wet with wine; therefore
they hung back.
"You won your bet fairly," Esteban
growled at him. "Pay no heed" to these
babies."
"Evangelina Is ours," the little ones
bravely repeated.
Then their father exploded: "The
devil! Am I dreaming? Where have
you learned to oppose me? Back to
your beds, both of you." Seeing them
hesitate, he shouted for his wife. "Ho,
there! Isabel, my love! Come put
these imps to rest. Or must I teach
them manners with my palm? " A fine
thing, truly! -Are they to be allowed
to roam the house at will and get a
fever?"
Mere mention of their stepmother's
name was enough for Rosa and Este
ban; they scuttled away as fast as
they could go, and when Donna Isabel
came to their rooms, a few moments
later, she found them in their beds,
with their eyes deceitfully squeezed
shut. Evangelina was cowering in a
corner. Isabel had overheard the wager,
and her soul was evilly alight; she
jerked the slave girl to her feet and
with a blow of her palm sent her to
her quarters. Then she turned her at
tention to the twins. When she left
them they were weeping silently, both
for themselves and for Evangelina.
whom they dearly loved.
Day was breaking when Esteban
Varona bade bis guests good-by at the
door of his house. As he stood there
Sebastian came to him out of the
mists of the dawn. He was half crazed
from apprehension, and now cast him
self prone before his master, begging
for Evangelina.
3S-
The secret "of the hiding
place of the buried treasure
dies with the two men who pos
sess it. How this happened is
told in the next installment.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
DEFENDS LOWER BIRTH-RATE
Writer in Leading Scottish Publication
Sees No Cause for Alarm in
Its Continuance.
This is the rule of evolution fewer
offspring, a longer period of Infancy,
and more carefrl parental care. Wher
ever one looks in the animal kingdom
he finds that rule working, a writer In
the Edinburgh Review points out.
Among fishes, species that exhibit
no sort of parental care, the average
of 49 gives 1,040,000 eggs to a female
each year; while among those which
make nests or any apology for nests
the number Is only about 10,000.
Coming down through human history
one finds the same law working.
Among savage or semicivillzed peoples
the birthrate is very high, as is also
the deathrate through enemies and dis
ease. But. as fast as civilization makes
its influence felt, the result Is seen In
a lowered birthrate, accompanied by
better care of the. fewer children who
are born.
navelock Ellis recently pointed out
that the nations in Europe which were
most ready and eager for war Ger
many, Russia, Serbia, Austria are the
countries of highest birthrate, and
hence of greatest economic pressure.
And he adds: "Those who would seek
to restore the birthrate of half a cen
tury ago are engaged in a task which
would be criminal If It were not based
on ignorance and which is in any case
fatuous."
Goldsmith a Poor Physician.
There Is a long list of men distin
guished in various spheres of life, who
began their careers In medicine. One
of the most striking examples Is that
of Dr. Oliver Goldsmith, though no
body knows him by that title today.
As a medical man the creator of "The
Vicar of Wakefield" was held In such
low repute that his appointment as a
physician to the East India company
was revoked before he got the chance
to tamper with any one's ailments,
says the New York Telegraph. Even
when he presented himself at Sur
geons' hall as an applicant for the
humble position of mate in a naval
hospital he failed to pass the exam
ination. Pref-r Musical Education.
Music, more than the other arts. Is
a thing apart, and the Instinctive
knowledge of It, discovered sometimes
In even the youngest children where a
rich musical experience Is offered. Is
past all computation by the educa
tional mind. The jealous tutorial mind
which presumes to teach music to the
young without allowing and Insuring
them a rich experience of music, and
to delay by the penurious educational
method, however well meaning, the
child's or youth's contact with musical
life. Is as little thrifty as one who
would dam up the springs of a river to
construct a meager drain pipe. Exchange.
Dogs That Follow by Sight.
Hound Is a term that embraces all
dogs which follow game either by scent
or sight. Of those which follow by
sight the leading variety of the pres
ent time Is the greyhound, and along
with thl3 class are also the Irish wolf
hound, the Scottish deerhound and the
Russian wolfhound.
Of the hounds that follow the quarry
by scent are the bloodhound, foxhound,
beagle and basset. At one time there
was the large foxhound called the stag
hound or buckhound, which was used
!n deer hunting, but this variety has
practically passed out.
The Alert Auditor.
"Anybody pay much attention to
your speech? "One person, replied
Senator Sorghum. "The stenographer
WX3 ctliSd to f-t TT TTCT3 Clt,"
TAR AND GRAVEL APPARATUS
Device Invented by New Jersey Man
ufacturer for Heating Materials
for Pavements.
Emulating the famous hunter of the
olden days who killed two birds with
one stone, a New Jersey manufacturer
has recently brought out a combina
tion tar and gravel heater that heats
these two dissimilar materials quite In
dependently but with one operation.
The device, which Is shown In the ac
companying illustration. Is particularly
fitted for street paving where block
pavements with tar joints are laid.
The apparatus consists of two main
parts, a rectangular tar kettle and a
Y-shaped gravel bin. with a furnace
extending beneath both parts, from
one end to the other. The furnace is
fired from the gravel end of the de
vice. The smoke and gases escape
through an ordinary stove pipe In the
kettle end. The Inside of the gravel
KCTTU
hot gas's mota.
TA KETTLE. JLND
UP OUT Of S14CX
Combination Tar and Gravel Heating
Device in Operation.
heater Is triangular shaped while the
outside Is made up In steps consisting
of perforated metal plates. The Y
shaped top acts as a reservoir bin and
the gravel feeds down the steps and
out at the bottom. The perforations
In the step plates allow the moisture
In the gravel to escape readily as It Is
turned Into steam by the heat of the
fire, thereby making It possible to heat
both tar and gravel. Popular Science
Monthly.
BENEFIT OF SHADE TREES
In Wisconsin Owner Is Given Annual
Bounty of Three Cents for Each
Rod of Highway.
The Wisconsin law provides that
financial consideration may be given
by the state to people who plant and
cultivate trees by the roadside. Ev
ery person along or through whose
lands a highway passes may plant and
cultivate on one or both sides of the
road where he shall own land, trees
of such .varieties as commonly grow at
least 40 feet high. These must be
set two rods or less apart and In a
row within eight feet of the outer line
of the highway.
When such trees reach 12 feet In
height the superintendent of highways
shall give the owner upon request a
certificate accepting the trees as pub
lic shade trees. Thereafter they be
long to the public and are protected as
public property, but the title to them
or to the fruit they bear belongs to
the owner as long as he maintains
the trees and replaces such as die.
The owner shall receive an annual
bounty Kof three cents for each rod of
highway along which such trees are
planted on one side and six cents If
planted on both sides, to be credited
on his highway taxes.
BENEFIT OF IMPROVED ROADS
From Standpoint of Almighty Dollar
It Pays Handsome Yearly Divi
dend to Farmer.
Let everybody awaken to the Im
portance of Improving the public road,
for improved roads will bring:
Better schools and greater attend
ance. Better health and quicker medical
attention.
Better farms and more cultivated
land.
Better crops and better transporta
tion. Better social conditions and less Iso
lation. Better churches and better homes.
Better men and a better nation.
Improved roads have a money value
as well as a social value.
Looking at an Improved road from
the standpoint of the almighty dol
lar. It Is found to pay a handsome
dividend each year.
Maintenance of Gravel Roads.
On many trunk highways, a gravel
surface would be entirely unsatisfac
tory, but we must not overlook the
fact that on roads carrying compara
tively light traffic the annual Interest
cost of a more substantial pavement
may exceed the maintenance cost of
graveL
Durable Roads.
Time-saving, durable roads are, ow
as Important as quick-firing guns, and
It Is high time to speed up construc
tion In order to quicken food delivery.
Sorghum Used for Hay.
Sweet sorghum to be used for hay
should be drilled or broadcasted uslns
from one to one and a half bushels of
seed to the acre.
Cover Carrot Seed Lightly.
Carrot seed should be only lightly
covered and early- thinning of the
young plants Is of greatest Importance.
Soil for Carrots and Parsnips.
Neither carrots nor parsnips should
be sown In soil containing fresh ma-
BUX4.' -
ft
Try Freezone! Your druggist sell
a tiny bottle for a few cents, sufident
to rid your feet of every hard corn,
soft com. or corn between the toes,
and callouses, without one particle of
pain, soreness or Irritation. Freezone
Is the discovery of a noted Cincinnati
genius. Adv.
His Only Hcpe.
He was a proper professional con
jurer, and after proceeding to get the
audience under his spell he com
menced In real earnest.
"Now, ladies and gentlemen. he
said, with a wave of the hand, "this Is
the magic cabinet. I Invite any lady
In the audience to enter this cabinet.
I will then close the door, and when It
shall be opened again the lady will
have disappeared, leaving no trace."
There was an Impressive silence un
til a little, undersized man in the sec
ond row turned to an enormous woman
who sat by him and breathed eagerly:
"Maria, dear, won't you oblige the
gentleman?"
How Many Work Here?
. A visitor to the national capital en
tered one of the department buildings
one day while he was sightseeing. En
tering a large room where he expect
ed to see many clerks, he was sur
prised to find only one occupying the
numerous desks that looked as If they
had just been vacated. No one was la
sight but a Janitor, who was dusting
and cleaning. Thinking to obtain some
knowledge of the room. Its capacity and
use, he addressed her:
"How many people work In here?"
"Humph I About half of 'em, I low."
You May Try Cutleura Free
Send today for free samples of Gnti
cura Soap and Ointment and leara
how quickly they relieve Itching, siln
and scalp troubles. For free samples,
address, "Cuticura, Dept. X, Boston."
At druggists and by raalL Soap 23,
Ointment 25 and 50. Adv.
The Reason.
"That woman seems to have such a
discordant personality."
"No wonder. She has a catty dis
position with a dogged determina
tion." Prospering.
"So Dodge has gone Into the
estate business. How is he dolus
"Making lots."
real
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NERVOUS
PROS!
ATIOf
Maybe Overccms by Lydia
E. Pinkham's VeetaHs
Compound This
Letter Proves It,
"West Philadelphia. Pa. "Darin? the
dirty yean I have been married, I bar
reen in raa ceua
and bad several at
taxi of nervous
prostration until tt
seemed as if the
organs in ny whole
body were worn
out. I was fealty
pound and it roade
a well woman cf
me. I caa sow do
all my houseware
and advise all aHiiigwomea to tr7
Lydia B. Pinkham Vegetable Cora
pound and I will guarantee they will
derive great benefit from it-"Mrs.
Frank Ittzgesald, 25 N. 41rt Street,
West Philadelphia, Pa,
There axe thousand of women every
where ia Mrs. Fitzgerald' eonditicn,
suffering' from nervous: ess, backache,
headaches and other symptoms cf fi
functional derangement. It was &
grateful iplrit for health restored whteh
led her to write this letter so that other
women may benefit from her experience
and fry health as ahe has done.
For suggestions in regard to rvzr err
dition write Lydia E. Pir.Vhsn II edi
Co., Lyra, Mass. The result cf treir
40 years experience is at your service.
CARTERS
kl ITTLE
jilVER
ifPiLLS.-
FOR
CORSTIPATIOII
have stood the test of time.
Purely vegetable. Wonderfully
quick; to banish biliousness
headache. Indigestion and to
clear up a bad complexion,
fry"" besrs signs tnrs
PALEFACES
Generally Indicate lack
vt Iron la tb Blood
Carter's IronFilb
Wu bdp this COBdilisa
fi Small Pm s n
I Small Dose
I Small Price J R
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