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Author of "Hearts Courageous,** Etc.
S Harry stood again in the
obscure half darkness of
his cell it came to him
that the present had a
fnrreaehing significance
that it was but the liandi-
"work and resultant of forces in his
own past. He himself had set Tlugh's
feet on the red path that had pointed
liim to the shameful terminus. lie had
gambled for Hugh's ltiture, forgetting
that his past remained, a thing IhiK
must be covered. Fie had won Hugh's
counters, but his own right to bo him
self he had staked and lost long before
that^game on the communion table un
der the painted crucifixion.
The words ho had once said to Hugh
recurred to him with a kind of awe:
"Put myself in your place? I wish to
God I could!"
.. Fate—or was It Cod?—had taken him
at his word. lie had been hurled like
a stone froui a catapult into Hugh's
place—to boar his knaver.v, to suffer his
dishonor and to redeem the baleful rep
utatlon ho had made.
A step outside the cell, the turning
of the key. The door opened, and
Jessica, pale nnd trembling, stood on
the threshold.
"I cannot help it," she said as she
came toward him, "though vou told
vine not to come. I have trusted all the
while and waited and—and prayed
...But today I wa$ afraid. Surelv. sure
ly, the man you are protecting has had
time cijough. Hasn't he? Won't you
tell them the truth now?"'
He knew not how to meet the piteous
reproach and terror of that look. She
liud not heard the street preacher's
declaration, ho knew, but oven if she
had it would have been to her onlv
an echo of the old mooted likeness. He
had given her comfort once, but this
was no more to be. no matter what It
meant to him or to her.
'Jessica.' he said stcadllv. "when
vou came to me here that first dnv
and I (old .von not to fear for me I did
7iot mean to deceive vou. I thought
vljon that It would all come right. But
something has happened siuce theu—
•-omething that makes a diflerenee. I
cannot toll who was the murderer-of
yrfft .iloreau. I cannot tell vou or anv one
^v, Ise, either now or at anv time.''
She gazed at him startled. She had
sudden conception of some element
iiitherto uncuessed in his makeup—
something inveterate and adamant.
•A&stf:-- Could it be that he did not intend to
toll at all? The ver.v idea was men
£.fvW-" ntrous. let that clearlv was his mean
ing. She looked at him with flashing
•i:*p eyes.
4,1ou mean vou will not.!'' she ex
claimed bitterly, ou are bent on
tacrilicing yourself, then? You are go
jgas'-w: Ing to take this risk because you think
utfir-t- It brave and noble, because .somehow
it fits .vour man gospel. Can you
see how wicked and selfish it Is? "ion
5: are thinking only of him and of your
self, not of me."
"Jessica. Jessica!" ho protested, with
ita groan. Hut In the self torture of her
questionings she paid no heed.
"Don't vou think I suffer? Haven't 1
borne enough in the months since I
married vou for vou to want to save
me this? Do von owe me uolhing. me
whom you so wronged, wbose'—
bhe stopped suddenly at the look on
his face of mortal pain, for she had
struck harder than she kiv.»w. It pierc
ed through the fierce resentment to her
deepest heart, and all her love aiul pitv
gushed back unon her in a torrent.
She threw herself on her knees by the
bare cot. crvln? passionately:
"Oh. forgive me! I*orget what I said!
I did not mean it. I have forgiven vou
thousand tunes over. I never ceased
to love you. I love you now more than
all the world.''
"It is true.-- he said, hoarse misery in
his tone. "I have wronged vou. If 1
could coin inv bloud drop bv drop to
pav tor the past 1 could not set thnt
right. If giving niv life over and over
again would s\ive vou pain 1 would
give It gladlv. But what vou ask now
is one'thing I cannot do. It would
make me a pitiful coward. I did not
kill Moreau. Thnt Is all I can say to
you or to those who trv me.
"lour life!' she suit] with dry lips.
"It will mean that. That counts so
fearfully much to me. more than mv
own life a hundred tunes. et there is
something that counts more than all
thnt to von."
Ills face was that of a man who
holds his hand In the lire. 'Jessica.'
he said, "it is like this with me. When
you found me here—(ho day I saw vou
on the balcony—I was a man whose
soul had lost its compass and its bear
ings. Mv conscience was asleep. You
woke it. and it Is fiercely \aiive now.
And now with mv memory has come
back a debt of*my past that I never
paid. Whatever the outcome, for in?
soul sake I must settle it now and
tvipe it from the score forever.'
She rose slowly to her feet, with a
despairing gesture.
'He saved others.' she quoted In
a hard voice 'himself he could not
saves* I once heard a minister preach
from that text at home, it ^vas yuur
friend, the Kev. Ilenrv Sanderson. 1
thought it a very spiritual sermon
then. That was before 1 knew what
his companionship had been to vou."
"If there were any justice In the uni
verse." she added, "it should be he
immolating himself now. not vou. But
for him vou would never bo here. He
ruined your life and mine, and I hate
and despise him for a selfish hypo
That was what he himself had
seemed to her In those oid da.vs. The
edge of a Hush touched his forehead
us he said slowly, almost appeahuglv:
"He was not a hypocrite. Jessica.
Whatever he was it was not that. At
college he did what he did too openlv.
That was Ins failing, not caring what
others thought. He despised weakness
In others. He thought it none of his
affair, fco others were Iniluouml. But
after he came to see things diHerentlv
jfrom another standpoint—when he
went Into the ministry—he would have
given the world to undo it."
"Men's likings are strange," she said.
"Because he never had temptations
like yours and has never done what
the law calls wrong you think lie is as
coble as you—noble enough to shield
a murderer to bis wu danger/'
"Ab. oo, JcMieoJ" be iuterpos*4 gea
#i.' it ahi.Wfl
would do the same.' "-Tr"—
"But vou are shielding a murderer,"
she insisted fiercely. "You will not ad
mit It, but I know. There can be no
Justice or right In that. If Harry San
derson Is all you think him, if he
stood here now and knew the whole,
he would say it was wicked—not brave
and noble, but wicked and cruel."
no shook his head, and the snd
shadow of a bitter smile touched his
lips. "He would not say so," he said.
should he he Immolating himself
A dry sob answered him. He turned
and leaned his elbows on tlio narrow
window sill, every nerve aching, but
powerless to comfort. He. heard her
step. The door closed sharply.
Then ho faced into the empty cell,
sat down on the cot and threw out his
arms, with- a hopeless cry
"Jessica. Jessica!'
Jessica left the jail with despair in
her heart The hope on which she had
fed these past days had failed her.
What was there left for her to do?
Like a swift wind, she went up the
street to ^eider's oflice. She groped
her way up the uulighted stair and
tapped on the door. There was no an
swer. She pi shed it qpen and entered
the empty outer room, where a study
lamp burned on the desk.
A pile of :egal looking papers had
been set beside it. and with them lay a
torn page of newspaper whose fa
miliar caption gave her a stab of pain.
Perhaps the news of the trial bad
found its way across the ranges to
where the names of Stires and Moreau
had been known. Perhaps every one
at Aniston alreadv knew of it, was
reading about It. pitying her. She pick
ed it up and scanned it hastily. There
was no hint of the trial, but her eye
caught the news which had played its
role lu the courtroom, and she read it
to the end.
Even in her own trouble she read it
with a shiver. Yet. awful as the fate
which Harry Sanderson had so nar
rowly missed, it was not to be com
pared with thai which awaited Hugh,
for, awful as it was, it held no shame.
Iu a gust ol feeling she slipped to
her knees by the one sofa the room
contained and praved passionately. As
she drew out her handkerchief to
stanch the tears that came something
fell with a musical tinkle at her feet.
It was the little cross she had found
in front of tue hillside cabin that had
lain forgotten in her pocket during the
past anxious davs. As she pressed It
the ring at the top gave way, and the
cross parted iu halves. Words were
engraved on the inside of the arms—a
date aud the name Henry Sanderson.
The recurrence of the name Jarred
and surprised her. Hugh had dropped
it—an old keepsake of the friend who
had been his beau Ideal, his exemplar
and whose ancient influence was still
fiomlnaut. He had cluug loyally to the
memento, blind lu his coustaut liking,
to the wrong that friend had done him.
She looked at the date. It was May
2S. She shuddered, for that was the
month and dav on which Dr. Moreau
had been killed. The point had been
clearly established today by the prose
cutiou. To the original owner of that
cross perhaps the date that had come
into Hughs life with such a sinister
meaning was a glad anniversary.
Suddenly she caught her hand to her
cheek. A weird Idea had rushed
through her brain. The religious sym*
bol had stood for Harry Sanderson,
and the chance coincidence of date
had Irresistibly pointed to the murder.
To her excited senses the juxtaposi
tion held a bizarre, uncanny sugges
tion. 'lhls cross, the very emblem of
vicarious sacrifice! Suppose Harry
Sanderson had never given it to nugh!
Suppose he had lost it on the hillside
She snatched up the paper again.
"Who has been for some months on a
prolonged vacation '—the phrase stared
sardonically at her. That might carry
far back—she stud It under her breath,
fearfully—beyond the murder of Dr.
Moreau. Iler face burned, and her
breath came sharp and fast. Why
when she brought her warning to the
cabin had Hugh been so anxious to get
her away unless to prevent her sight
of the man who was there, to whom he
had taken her horse? Who vas there
In Smoky Mountain whom he would
protect it hazard of his own life?
Jessica veins were all afire. A rec
tor murderer I A double career? Was
it beyond possibility? It came to her
like an impinging ray of light, the old
curious likeness that had sometimes
been made a jest, of at the white
house in the aspens. Moreau and Pren
dergast had believed it to be Hugh.
So had the town, for the body had
been found on his ground. But on the
night when the- real murderer came
again to the cabin perhaps it was his
coming that had brought back the lost
memory. Hugh had known the truth.
In the light of this supposition, his
strained mauuer then, his present de
termination not to speak, all stood
What had he meant by a debt of his
past thnt he had never paid? He could
owe no debt to Harry Sanderson. If
he owed anv debt it was to his dead
father, a thousand times more than the
draft he had renahl. Could be be
tblnkfcg In his remorse that his father
Jbad cast him oft, counting hjnuejf
counting WrawK
Sanderson ha-.Tbeen David Stires1"?*
vorlte and St James', which mast be
smirched by ?he odium of Its rector,
the apple of h-.s eye?
Jcssica had snatched at a straw, be
cause it was the only buoyant thing
afloat in the dragging tide. Now with
a blind fatuousness she hugged it
tighter to her bosom. Oue purpose
possessed her—to confront Harry San
derson. What matter though she
missed the remainder of the trial?
She could do nothing. Her hands were
tied. If the truth lay nt Aniston she
would find it. She thought no farther
than this. Once In Harry Sanderson's
presence, what she should say or do
she scarcely imagined. The horrify
ing question filled her thought to.the
exclusion of all that must follow its
answer. It was surety and self con
viction she craved, only to read in his
eyes the truth about the murder of
She suddenly began to tremble.
Would the doctors let her see him?
What excuse could she give? If he
was the man who had been in Hugh's
cabin that night he had heard her
speak, had known she was there. He
must not know beforehand of her com
ing lest he have suspicion of her er
rand. Bishop Ludlow, he could gain
her access to him. Injured, dying
perhaps, maybe he did not guess that
Hugh was In jeopardy for his crime.
Guilty and- dying, if he knew this, he
would surely tell the truth. But if he
died before she could reach him? The
paper was some days old. He might
be dead already. She took heart, how
ever, from the statement of his im
proved condition.
She sprang to her feet and looked at
hor chatelaine watch. The eaBtbound
express was overdue. There was no
time to lose. Minutes might count
She examined her purse. She had
money enough with her.
Five minutes later she was at the
station, a scribbled note was on its
way to Mrs. Halloran, and before a
swinging red lantern the long incom
ing train was shuddering to a stop.
Zjj Chapter 29
This thought grew swiftly para
mount It overlapped the rigid agony
of his burns that made the bed on
which he lay a fiery furnace It gave
method to bis every word and look
He took up the difficult part and. after
the superficial anguish dulled, com
plained no more and successfully coun
terfeited cheerfulness and betterment.
He said nothing of the curiously re
current and sickening stab of pain,
searching and deep seated, that took
bis breath and left each time an in
creasing giddiness. Whatever inner
hurt this might betoken, he must hide
it the sooner to leave the hospital,
where each hour brought nearer the in
evitable disclosure.
He thauked fortune now for the
chapel game. Few enough In Aniston
w?uld care to see the unfrocked, dls
graced rector of St. James'. He did nos
know that the secret was Bishop Lud
low's own uutil the hour when he
opened his eyes after a fitful sleep
upon the latter's face.
The bishop was the first visitor, ano
it was his first visit, for he had beer
iu a distant city at the time of the fire
Waiting the waking, he had been mys
titled at the change a few months had
wrought iu thecouuteuauceof the man
whose disappearance had cost him
many sleepless hours. The months of
indulgence and rich living ou tht
money he had won from Harry—had
taken away Hugh's slightues3, and hi
fuller cheeks were now of the contour
of Harry's own. But the bishop dis
tinguished new lines in the face on tliv
pillow, an expression unfamiliar an.
puzzling. The firmness aud strength
were gone, and lu their place was
haunting somethlug that gave him
flitting suggestion of the discarded tha
he could uot shake off.
Waking, the unexpected sight of the
bishop startled Hugh. To the good
man's pain he had turned his face
"My dear boy," the bishop had said,
"they tell me you are stronger and bet
ter. I thank God for it!"
He spoke gently and with deep feel
ing. How could he tell to what ex
tent he himself, in mistaken severity,
had been responsible for that unaccus
tomed look? When Hugh did not an
swer the bishop misconstrued the si
lence. He leaned over the' bed. The
big cool hand touchcd the fevered one
ou the white coverlid, where the ruby
ring glowed, a coal lu snow.
"Harry," he said, "you have suffered
—you are suffering now. But think of
me only as your friend. I ask no
questions. We are going to begin
where we left off."
"I wouid like to do that." said Hugh,
"to begin again. But the chapel Is
"Never mind that," said the bishop
cheerfully. /'You are ouly to get well.
We are going to rebuild soon, aud wr
"TTc arc going to begin where toe left off.
want your Judgment on the plans. An
iston is hanging on your coudltlon,
Harry,", he went on. "There's a small
cartload of visiting cards downstairs
for you. But 1 imagine you haven't
begun to receive yet, eh?"
"I—I've seen nobody." Hugh "epoke
hurriedly and hoarsely. "Tell the doc
tor to let no one come—no one, but
you. Wm not up to it"
"Wbr, of course not," »!4 the blfh
pumtyh •UnnmtmfM
people can wait"
The bishop chatted awhile of the par
ish, Hugh replying only when he lust,
and went away hear ened. Before lie
left Hugh saw his way to hasten his
own going. On the next visit the seed
was dropped in the bishop's mind so
cleverly that he thought the idea his
own. That day he said to the sur
geon in charge:
"He is gaining so rapidly I have been
wondering if he couldn't be taken
away where the climate will benefit
him. Will he be able to travel soon?"
"I think so." answered the surgeon.
"We suspected internal injury at first,
but I imagiue the worst he has to fear
is the disfigurement Mountain or sea
air would do him good," he added re
flectively. "What he will need is tonic
and building up."
The bishop had revolved this In his
mind. He knew place on the coast
tucked away In the cypresses, which
would be admirable for convalescence.
He could arrauge a special car, and be
himself could make the journey with
him. He proposed this to the surgeon
and with his approval put his plan in
motion. In two days more Hugh found
his going fully settled.
The idea admirably fitted his neces
sity. The spot the bishop had selected
was quiet and retired nnd, more, was
near the port at which he could most
readily take ship for South America.
Only one reflection made him shiver—
the route lay through the town of
Smoky Mountain. Yet who would
dream of looking for a fugitive from
the law in the secluded car that carried
a sick man? The risk would be small
enough, and it was the one way open.
On the last afternoon before the de
parture Hugh asked for the clothes he
had worn when he was brought to the
hospital, found the gold pieces he had
snatched in the burning chapel and
tied them iu a haudkerchief about his
ueek. They would suffice to buy his
sea passage. The one red counter he
had kept—it was from henceforth to be
a reminder of the good resolutions he
had made so long ago—he slipped Into
a pocket of the clothes he was to wear
away, a suit of loose, comfortable
Waiting restlessly for the hour of
his going, Hugh asked for the news
papers. Since the first he had had
them read to him each day, listening
fearfully for the hue aud cry. But
today the surgeon put his request
"After you are there." he said, "If
Bishop Ludlow will let you. Not now.
You are almost out of my clutches, and
I must tyrannize while I can."
the long hospilal the air
was cool and filtered,
drab figures passed
with soft footfalls and
voices were measured
and hushed. But no
sense of coolness or re­
pose had come to the man whose rack
ed body had been tenderly borno there
in the snowy dawn which saw the
blackened ruins of Aniston's most per
fect edifice.
Hugh hnd sunk Into unconsciousness
with the awe struck exclamation ring
ing in his oars, "Good God. it's Harry
Sanderson!" Hi had drifted back to
conscious knowledge with the same
\Vords racing in his brain. They im
plied that so far as capture went the
old, curious resemblance would stand
his friend till he betrayed himself or
till the existence of the real Harry
Sanderson at Smoky Mountain did so
for him. The delusion must hold till
he could have himself moved to some
place where his secret would be safer,
till he could get away.
A quick look passed from him to his
assistant as he spoke, for the newspa
pers that afternoon hnd worn startling
henrlliueR. The sordid affairs of a
mining town across the ranges had lit
tle interest for Aniston, but the names
of Stires and iloreau on the clicking
wire had waked it thus late to the sen
sation. The professional caution of the
tinker of 'human bodies wished, how
ever, that no excitement should be
added to the unavoidable fatigue of his
patient's departure.
This fatigue was near to spelllug dc
feat, after all, for the exertion brough
again the dreadful slabbing pain, ami
this time it carried Hugh Into a re
glon where feeling ceased, conscious
ness passed and from which he strug
gled back finally to find the surgeon
bending anxiously over him.
"I don't like that sinking spell," the
latter eoulided to his assistant an hour
later us they stood looking through the
window-after the receding carriage.
"It was too pronounced. Yet he has
complained of no pain. He will be In
good hands at any rate." He tapped
the glass musiugly with his forefinger.
"It's curious." he said.after a pause.
"I always liked Sanderson—in the pul
pit. Somehow he doesn't appeal to me
at close range."
The special car which the bishop had
ready had been made a pleasant Inte
rior. Fern boxes were in the corners,
a caged canary swung from a bracket,
and a softly cushioned couch had been
prepared for the sick man. A momem
before the start, as It was beiug cou
pled to the rear of the resting train,
while the bishop chatted with the con
ductor, a flustered messenger boy hand
ed him a telegram. It read:
I arrive Annlston tomorrow 5. Confi
dential. Must see you. Urgent.
The bishop read it in some perplex
ity. It was the first word he had re
ceived from her since her marriage
but, aware of Hugh's forgery aud dis
grace, he had not wondered at this.
The newspapers today pictured a still
worse shame for her in the position of
the man who in the name stiil was her
husband, who had trojl so swiftly the
downward path from thievery to the
worst of crimes. Could Jessica's com
ing have to do with that? He must
see her, yet his departure. could not
now be delayed. He consulted with
the conductor, and the latter pored
over his tablets.
As a result his answering message
flashed along the wires to Jessica's
faraway train:
Sanderson Injured. Taking him to
coast train 48 due Twin Peaks 2 tomor
row afternoon.
And thus the fateful moment ap
proached when the great appeal should
be made.
The evidence of the first day's trial
of the case of the people against Hugh
Stires was the all engrossing topic
that night in Smoky Mouutain. Bar
ney McGinn perhaps aptly expressed
the consensus of opinion when he said,
"I allow we all know he's guilty, but
nobody believes it."
Late as Smoky Mountain sat up that
night, however, It wa3 on hand iiext
morning, rauk and file, wheu the court
All the previous evening, save for a
short visit to the cell of his client,
Felder had remained shut in his office,
thinking of the morrow. In his talk
with Harry he had not concealed his
deep anxiety, but to his questious there
was no new auswer, and he had re
turned from the interview more non
plused than ever. lie had wondered
that Jcssica on this last night did not
come to his office, but had been rather
relieved than otherwise that she did
not. He had gone to bed heavy with
discouragement and had waked in the
morning with foreboding.
As he turned from greeting his cli
ent In the packed courtroom Felder
noted with surprise that Jessica was
not in her place not that he needed her
further testimony, for he had drawn
from her the day before all he intended
to utilize, but her absence disturbed
him, and instinctively he turned and
looked across the sea of faces toward
the door.
Harry's glance followed his, and a
deeper pain beleaguered it as his eyes
returned to the empty chair. He saw
Mrs. Ilalloran whisper eagerly with
the lawyer, who turned away, with a
puzzled look. In his bitterness the
thought came to him that the testi
mony had h?r conviction of his
innocence that his refusal to answer
her entreaties had been the last straw
to the load under which it hod gou«
down ttutib* bettered bMn ip4e«4 fte
cringing crlmlnaT "the pIHIul liar and
actor In her eyes! The thought stuns
him. Hor fnith had meant so much.
The ominous feeling -weighed heavily
on Felder when he rose to continue the
testimony for the prisoner, so rudely
disturbed the evening before. In such
community pettifogging was of no
avaiL Throwing expert dust in jurors'
eyes would be worse than useless. In
his opening words he made no attempt
to conceal the weakness of the de
fense. evidentially considered. Strip
ped ot all husk, his was to be an ap
peal to Caesar.
Through a cloud of witnesses con
cisoly, consistently, yet with a winning
tnctfulness that disarmed the objec
tions of the prosecution, he began to
lend tlieni through the series ot events
that had followed the arrival of the
self forgotten man. Out of the mouths
of their own neighbors—Devlin, Bar
ney McGinn, Mrs. Halloran, who came
down weeping—they were made to see
as in a cyclorama the struggle for re
habilitation against hatred and suspi*
clon, the courage that had dared for a
child's life, the honesty of purpose
that showed in self surrender. The
prisoner, he said, had recovered his
memory before the accusation and as
serted his absolute innocence. Those
who believed him guilty of the murder
of Dr. Moreau must believe him also a
vulgar liar and poseur. He left the
inference clear: If the prisoner had
fired that cowardly shot he knew it
now if be lied now he bad lied all
along, and the later life he had lived
at Smoky Mountain, eloquent of fair
dealing, straightforwardness of pur
pose, kindliness and courage, had been
but hypocrtv vlio booilcss artifice of
a shallow bi 3oon.
The session was prolonged past the
noon hour, Rtid wheu Felder rested his
case it seemed that all that was possi
ble had been said. He bad done his ut
most He had drawn from the people
of Smoky Mountain a dramatic story
and had filled In its outlines with color,
force and feeling. And yet as he clos
ed the lawyer felt a sick sense of fail
Court adjourned for an hour, and In
the Interim Felder remained In a little
room in the building, whither Dr.
Brent was to send hlin sandwiches nnd
coffee from the hotel.
"You made a fine effort, Tom," the
latter said as they stood for a moment
in the emptying courtroom. "You're
doing wonders with no case, and the
town ought to send you to congress on
the strength of it! I declare, some of
your evidence made me feel as mean as
a dog about the rascal, though I knew
all the time he was as guilty as the'
The lawyer shook his head. "I don'1
blame you. Brent," he Baid, "for yon
don't know him as I do. I have seen
much of him lately, been often with
him, watched him under stress, for he
doesn't deceive himself he has no
thought of acquittal! We none of us
knew Hugh Stires. We put him down
for a shallow, vulgar blackleg, without
redeeming qualities. But the man wo
are trying is a gentleman, a refined
and cultivated man of taste and feel
ing. I have' learned his true character
during these days."
"Well," said the other, "if you be
lieve In him, so much the better. You'll
make the better speech for it. Tell me
one thing. Where was Miss Holme?"
"I don't know."
I" coimmro.1
Diuasa Scant*.
"Every disease almost has its pecul
iar odor," said a doctor. "This odor
helps us greatly in diagnosis.
"Gout imparts to the skin a smell
precisely like whey. Diabetes causes
a sweet, honey-like smell. Jaundice oc
casions a smell of musk. Smallpox
has very strong and hideous smell.
It is like burning bones. Measles has
a smell as of fresh plucked feathers.
"The fevers have the most dlstinc
tive odors. The odor of
is musty, recall­
ing to the mind old, damp cellars that
of yellow fever is like the washings
of a dirty gun barrel.
"So, you see, to speak of a doctor
scenting our disease is not to use a
mere figure of speech."
A Surpriaa For the Thiaf.
Herr Hager, 3 rich and influential
banker, frequently had watches picked
from his pocket At first he had re
course to all kinds of safety chains
then one morning he took no, precau
tion whatever and quietly allowed
himself to be robbed. At night, on
returning from his business, he took
up the evening paper he uttered an
exclamation of delight. A watch had
exploded in a man's hands. The vic
tim's hands were shattered and the
left eye destroyed. The crafty bank
er had filled the watch case with dy
namite, which exploded in the opera
tion of winding.—London Telegraph.
A Famous Story.
Every section has Its famous story
A famous story that is beiug retold In
Oregon is about a very rich banker
who got his start by doing work for
the government. HIS bill was $.".000
and it had to be submitted to congroj^-.
Congress has a habit 'of cutting Its
bills In two. To make allowance for
this he Jumped his bill to $10,000. He
sent the bil! to the governor for hi.-?
approval. The governor, having also
heard that congress generally appro
priated only half as.much as was ask
ed, Jumped it to $20,000. The bill was
then sent to one of the congressmen.
Being friendly to the contractor, he
Jumped it to $10,000 aud sent it to an
other Oregon congressman for bis ap
proval. The second congressman Jump
edit to $80,000. Congress allowed the
whole $80,000, although the contractor
was entitled to only $5,000. This Is
told as a fact in Oregon. The man
who got the $80,000 got his start 011
it and is now a millionaire.—Atchison
A "Lady" In Papys* Time.
There were worse terrors than the
matinee hit for the man who sa* be
hind a lady in the seventeenth cen
tury theater, as recalled by the Lon
don Chronicle. At least, we may bap
pose so from Mr, Pepys' experience on
Jan. 28, 1661, when he saw "The
Lost Lady" for the second time. Nine
days earlier that play had not pleased
him much, partly perhaps because be
was "troubled to be seen by four of
our office clerks, which sat in the half
crown box and I in the Is. Od." But
on the second occasion the play did
"please me better than before, and
here, I sitting behind in a dark place.
lady (pit backward upon me by a
mlatake, not seeing ma." However, (t
wv flU right, tor, "after *etag her
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Woman's Home Companion for March
The March Woman's Home Com
panion carries out the publishers
promise of a bigger and better mag
azine in 1909. It is a large, hand
some iBsue, full of human interest
and attractive in every way.
A discussion of "What the Emman
uel Movement Really Is" begins in
tljis issue. The importance of the
subject and the standing of the writ
ers make this article one of particu
lar interest. Walter Priohard Eaton
contributes an article on the higher
phase of acting, pointing out, with
a sure hand, the greatest of our ac
tresses and telling why they are
so. Alexander Dana Noyes, Finan
cial Editor of the New York Evening
Post, has something very important
to say about women's investments.
There are a number of valuable ar
ticles on subjects of peculiar interest
to women. I
The March issue is a special spring
fashion issue announcing the advance
spring styles. Princess gowns, small
hats and datnty shoes seem ,to be the
leading notes. A most interesting
feature Is a discussion of the colors
and styles suitable to blondes and
brunettes, tall women and short wo
men, stout women and slim.
The stories are many and good,
Irwng Bacheller, Grace S. Richmond,
Ada T. Drake, Mary Heaton Vorse,
Florence Morse Ktngsley and Hulbert
Footner contributing fiction of a
very high .order.
In addition to an exceedingly hand
some cover design by C. Allan Gil
bert there are one hundred and fifty
illustrations in this number, several
in color. John Cecil Clay, Alice Bar
ber Stephens and James Montgomery
Flagg are among the illustrators.
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ious results need be feared. The gen
nine Foley's Honey and Tar contains
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ders & Phillip.
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How can any person risk taking
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tains no harmful drugs and cures the
most obstinate coughs and colds. Wh-}
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One half of this years crop can
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It coaxes back that well feeling,
healthy look, puts the sap of life in
your system, protects you from di
sease. Holllster's Rocky Mountain
Tea has no equal as a spring tonic
for the whole family. 35c, Tea or
Tablets.—R. A. Denton.
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that is not beyond the reaoh ot med
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Anders & Phillips.
Rocky Mpiintain Tea Nuggets
A Buy kodltlt Sir Buy P*opl(.
Bring! Qoldra Hti' Vud Burnt Vlfor.
A specific f°r Con-j&tioD, IodlgQstlon, Live
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—. Mountain Tea la tab
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Main Line Pasieniter Trains.
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Now'a the time to take Qocky
Mountain Tea. It drives out the
germs of winter, builds up the
ach, kidneys and liver. The
wonderful spring tonic to make poo*
®le well. You'll be surprised with re
sults. 35c, Tea or Tablete.—R. A.
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Greatest spring tonic, drives out
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Fills you with warm, tingling life.
Moat reliable spring regulator. That's
Holllster's Rocky Mountain Tea. 35c,
Tea or TTablets.—R. A. Denton.
0. yon
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Why don't yon take a tumble,
Oje Beaoom'a Ptonic PUI«,
.way your Ilia
Tiylhaa. 9t0.nU. All druggist.,
Foley's Honey and Tar cures cough
quickly, strengthens the lungs and
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A Religious Author'. Statement)
Rev. Joseph H. Fespernjan, SaHa
bury, N. C., who is the author, of sev
eral books, writes: "For .several yrs
I was afflicted with kidney trouble an
lirst winter I was suddenly stricken
with a severe pain in my IddneyB and.
was confined to bed 8 days unable
to get up without assistance. My urr
ine contained a thick white sediment
and I passed, same frequently daj
and night. I commenced taking Fol
ey's Kidney Remedy, and the pain
gradually abated and finally ceased
and uyu rine became normal. 1 cheer
fully recommend Foley's Kidney Rem
edy."—Anders & Phillips.
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the next morning the fever wis
www *nJ h« wm entirely well. FV»l^
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