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Tri-Weekly Coureir •V THE COURIER PRINTINO CO, Ftundid August 8/ 1MI to w/ lr /. bo lit 1.-J !J II li- Member of the N«w»pap«r Syndicate w. youpa" JA*. ». I POWBLL, !.-+• '-V Pu™".t«! J. X. DOUOBERTT. .yiR«flni Editor .Dally Courier, I yxr. by mall W-W«kly Courier. y«M IM Office: 117-lli East Second Street. Telephone. Bell (editorial or business •Wee) No. 44. ... New telephone, buelnese oltlee •ew telephone, editorial office Mi. Addreaa the Courier Printing Com pany. Ottumwa, Iowa. Kntered ae aeconfl October 17. 1903. at the postofBc* o* twnwa, Iowa, under the Act of Con imi of March S.. 1*7*. THE NEED OF WIDE T'RES. Narrow Jtired wagons used to any extent for hauling heavy loads upon our roads cost the taxpayers in injury our roadB each year more than twice what it would coBt to furnish wheels with four-inch tires. This claim is made by W. F. Baker of c°u™" Bluffs in an article published in trie Council Bluffs -Nonpareil. Aside from the damage to the roads Mr. Baker calls attention to tests made at the argicultural college at Ames and by, the "United States government which proved that a heavy loaded wagon is pulled easier with a wide tire than with a narrow one. Mr. Baker says: In the construction of public roads, there is a situation in Iowa that is not found in any other state with the pos sible exception of Kansas. I refer to the general use of narrow tired ve hicles under heavy loads, so destruc tive to our highways, in fact, responsi ble for nearly all the damage done to them. Many kinds of road construction that would be useful in Nebraska and most of the other states would be ab solute failures in Iowa, owing to the use of the narrow tires. Nebraska is gavine her macadam and other roads with the use of wide tired wheels. No load with less than four-inch tired wheels is allowed upon the road be tween Omaha and Florence, Neb. Many wagon with ten inch tires are sent from Omaha into Illinois, besides a large number of four-inch tires, and but very few are sold in Iowa except to railroad contractors, to whom you could not give a narrow tired wagon to be used for hauling heavy loads. Other than regular pavement, what road construction can support a nar row tired wagon loaded with two tons weight (not an unusual load) each wheel having a pressure upon the road bed of more than 600 pounds to the square inch? They will destroy any road construction, with the exception mentioned, in a short time without constant- repairs. The silly argument that .a narrow tired wagon loadef hauls easier than, a four-inch tired one lias been proven wrong by every test that has been made, including those at Ames, la., and those by tho United States government in connection with their field artillery. The latter made a thorough test, and adopted four-inch tires. It is strange tp me that the people of Iowa are generally so indif ferent regarding this, aB a narrow tired wagon Aised to any extent for hauling heavy loads upon our roads costs the taxpayers in injury to our roads more than twice each year what it would cost to furnish its wheeler with four inch tires. A four-inch tired wagon loaded with two ton weight has a pressure of two hundred pounds per square. inch, or more than the best road roller. Nothing could be Jpvised that would effectively contribute to the main tenance of our roads as the general use of wide tires and the occasional use of the road drag to obliterate the tracks, thus causing the travel to spread over the surface of the road. When this system is adopted, we shall have ideal roads in Iowa, costing but a small sum to maintain to what they do now. Narrow tires are not only destruc tive to dirt roads, but to all road con structions, and most of all to irtaca dam. There is no move that could be made for the improvement of the highways in Iowa so practical and ef fective as to take from the road fund a sufficient sum to create factories in different parts of the state to convert narrow tired wheels, used as described, into wide tires, as all they need is new felleys and tires, costing not to exceed 10 or $12 per wagon. Iowa should not be behind all other states In this respect. What Mr. Baker says of the effect of narrow tires on the roads applies also to city paving. There is a con stant wear and tear on Ottumwa pav ing due to the use of narrow tires on heavily loaded wagons. Where a wide tire would act as a roller, the narrow tire acts as a wedge, wearing grooves in the paving and cutting off the cor ners of bricks. Some of Ottumwa's paved streets have been resurfaced this year because of wear caused largely by narrow tires.' Other streets will need resurfacing for this reason. There is no doubt that it would be cheaper for the taxpayers if treatment should be given to the cause instead the effect of this condition. OUR I Vfc it 1 JURY METHODS. That our criminal trials, and es pecially our methods of selecting Jurors, are a reflection on our intelli gence, is the conclusion of the Chicago Record-Herald. This expression was Called forth by the status of the Mc Mamara trial, which in six weeks has only progressed to the point where three sworn Jurors- have been se ured. This delay, the Record-Herald says is supposed to be due to the de termination of both sides to obtain an acceptable jury—that is, an unpre judiced and intelligent jury. Yet, in England, even in such an important case as the McNamara one, jury in every way acceptable to all parties, Including the great public, would be secured in an hour or two. "What, is :he matter us? the Record-Her Sld asks. Why do we waste so much 'ime am' 'ter so many 'difficul jpppypi'p 4 iV/^ ties and^ embarrassments? Continuing the Chicago paper says: "The answer is, we create our diffi culties by our absurd, utterly ineffi cient and ^discreditable methods. We do.not get better juries than they do in England. We tire everybody out, throw away public money, make a spectacle of our courts, and finally put up with a jury of the kind that might be secured in half a day under a rational system. "Draw fairly twelve names from the jury wheel, give each side two or three challenges, impress, upon the talesmen their duty to put aside super ficial notions and carry out the intent of the organic law, eliminate bun combe, wrangling and irrelevance, and you have provided a method of filling the jury box in an hour or, under the most 'sensational' circumstances,/in a few hours." The question of amending the con stitution so as to change the date of the inauguration of the president and vice president of the United States from March 4 to the last Thursday in April, and altering the official term of the session of congress, will be brought up again when congress re convenes. Washington weather has formed the habit of cutting up about inauguration time and there has been agitation for years to change the date so as to avoid the March storms. The plan contemplates the abolishing of the short term of congress in Decem ber and fixing the second Tuesday in January as the date of the commence ment and termination' of the official tlihe of senators and representatives. Theamendment.if adopted by congress, must be voted on in all the states, so even If favorable action is taken it could not affect the 1912 election. The interesting bit of news comes from Philadelphia that A. J. Drexel Blddle,, who has gained more or less fame as an amateur pugilist, has ar ranged to box Danny Hutchinson, former University of Pennsylvania football star, at aji entertainment given by Mr. Biddle^s Sunday school class. Under such auspices and with BUch high class fistic opponents as Drexy Biddle and Danny Hutchinson it is presumed the police will not in terfere for anything leBS than man slaughter. Pugilism is so different, you know, when our "best people" go in for it. One of the men who took part in a lynphing at Newark, O., a year ago, has been given a year and three months in the penitentiary. A few more cases like that will do more to discourage lynch law than anything the press or the pulpit could do. Whether you love them or not you have to give it to those Chicago pack ers. When it comes to sidestepping trial they are in a class by them selves. It would seem, the Sioux City Jour nal observes, commenting on the re cent changes in the Des Moines city council, that a good deal of unneces sary friction and fuss could be^ avoid ed by making the Des Molnea council a one man affair and electing Mac Vicar to ,the job for life. The New York Sun, after a careful investigation of the Hon. Champ. Clark, brings in a report that hie is "the world's' champion slopperover." Unless, the Chicago Tribune adds, there is objection, it will be so ordered. The citizens of Lincoln Center, Kan sas, appealed to the court for private h'eariiigs of the defendants charged with applying a coat of tar "to a pretty school teacher of S.haSy Bend, where upon all the big news agencies and the metropolitan papers rushed reporters to this little Kansas town to get the story. As a lesson'in the foolishness of trying to suppress news of general interest the Lincoln Center episode is illuminating. The trial might have gone on without attracting any atten tion outside of the immediate vicinity if the Lincoln Centerites and Shady Benders hadn't adopted soft pedal tactics. The news editors concluded that it must be a big story if the peo ple were so set on keeping it quiet, and then they resented the efTort to muzzle the press. Mr. Bryan in an interview in Chi cago Tuesday declared that he was not a candidate for the presidency and that he would not be the democratic nominee. "For Once," the Inter Ocean observes, "we are pleased to go on record as agreeing with Mr. Bryan's conclusions as safe, sane and sober, not to say true in every respect." About the first thing the Chinese ought to do after they get their scraj) settled is to chop that word queue out of the language. You nevfer can tell by looking at that written word whether you've spelled it right wrong. MASON CITY WOMAN IS GIVEN TEN YEARS Mason City. Nov. 16.—Mrs. Lizzie Little, sentenced to ten years in the penitentiary on a statutory offense, was taken to Anamosa today. An at tempt to secure freedom for the woman on a writ of habeas corpus be cause of a clerical error in the com mittment paper, failed. She was sen-j tenced to Fort Madison, but imme-i diately returned to Mason City pend ing the changing of the committment papers. $6,000 Rire at Chariton. Chariton, Nov. 16.—The beautiful home of Eric Johnson was burned to the ground with all of the contents just before noon today. The house was worth $6,000, An over heated furnace caused the fire. A Mail Carrier's Load. Seems heavier when he has a weak back and kidney trouble. Fred Duehren Mall Carrier at Atchison, Kans., says: 'T have been bothered with kidney and bladder trouble and had a severe pain across my back. Whenever I car ried a heavy load of mail, my kidney trouble Increased. Some time ago, I started taking Foley" kidney Pills and since taking them I. have gotten en tirely rid of all my kidney trouble and am as sound now' as ever."—Clark Drug Store Owl Drug Stork r-^JSVSS 1'. j.U.l?y- tofte. wfamous Novelbf VAUGHAN KESTER, Co^AtfVr. T1» BoM-Mercill Ce^T (CHAPTER XVI.—Continued.) "There's no use in .trying" to'talk you out of this, John, but I just'want to ask you one thing: you do all you say you are going-to do, and then where in hell's name will you be safe?" "I'll take my chances^ What have I been taking all my life but the biggest sort of chances? and for little enough!" Wore, feeling the entire uselessness of argument uttered a string of impre^ cations, and then fell silent. His ac quaintance with Murrell, was of long standing. It dated back to the time when he was growing into the manage ment of Belle Plain. A chance meeting with the outlaw in Memphis had de veloped into the closest'intimacy, .and the plantation had become one of the regular stations lor the band of horse thieves of which Murrell had spoken. But time had wrought its changes. Tom was now in full control of Belle Plain and its resources, and he had little heart for such risks as he had once taken. "Well, haw about the girt, Tom?" asked Murrell at length, in .a low, even tone. "The girl?! Oh, Betty, you mean?" said Ware, and shifted uneasily in his seat. "Haven't you got enough on your hands without worrying about her She don't like you, haven't I told you that? Think of some one else for a spell, and you'll find it answers," ho urged. "What do you think is going to hap pen here if I take your advice? She'll marry one of these1 young bloods!" Ware's lips twitched. "And then, Tom, you'll get your orders to move out, while her husband takes over the man agement of her affairs. What have you put by, anyhow?—enough to stock an other place?" "Nothing, not a damn cent!" said Ware. Murrell laughed incredulously. "It's so! I've turned it all over—more lands, more niggers, bigger crops each year. Another man might have saved his little spec, but I couldn?t I reckon I never believed It would go to her, and I've managed Belle Plain as if I were running it for myself." He seemed to wHthe as if undergoing some acute bodily pain.. "And yofa are in a fair way to turn it all over to her husband when she marries, and step out of here a beg gar, unless—" "It isn't right. John! I haven't had pay for my ability! Why, the place would have gone down to nothing with any management but mine!" "If she were to die, you'd inherit?" Ware laughed harshly. "She looks like dying, doesn't she?" "Listen to me, Tom. I'll take her away, and Belle plain is yours—land stock and niggers!" said Murrell, quietly. Ware shifted and twisted in his seat. "It can't be done. I can advise and urge, but I can't command. She's got her friends, those people back yonder hands when I quit the country she shall go with me—" "!And I'd be left here to explain what had become of her!" cried Ware, in a panic. "You wqn't have anything to cxnlain. She'll have disappeared, that will be all you'll know." said Murrell quietly. "She'll never marry you." "Don't be too surf of that. She may be plad enough to in the end." "Oh, yoi' think you are a he'l ot' a say? Ware seemed to surk in hope OTTUMWA CODHIEB. SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 18,1911 in North Carolina, and if I made things beside her husband's, and Yancy saw uncomfortable for her here she'd go to that she was rosy and smiling, and them and I could'nt stop her. You that her claim t.o good looks was don't seem to get it through your head pomething that could not well be de that she's got no earthly use for you!" silvery-ripple of water. Clearly he was no longer at the tavern, and clearly, some one had taken.the trouble to bandage his hurts. At length his eyes rolling from side to side focused themselves on a low opening near the foot of his shake down'bed. Beyond this opening, and at some little distance, he saw a bon neted, woman of a plump and comfort able presence. She was leaning against a tub which rested on a rude bench. At her back was another bark shanty similar tothe one that sheltered him self, while on either'hand a shoreless expanse of water danced and sparkled under the rays of the newly risen sun. As his eyes slowly took in. the scene, Yancy's astonishment mounted higher and higher. The lady's sunbonnet quite hid her face, but he saw that she was smoking a cob pipe. He was still staring at her, when the lank figure of a man emerged from the other shanty. This man wore a cotton shirt and patched butternut trousers he was hatless and shoeless, and his hair stood out from his head in a great flaming shock. He, too, was smoking a cob pipe. J3udd«inly the man put out a long arm which, found its way about the Jadv's waist, an attention that cul minated iri a vigorous embrace. Then releasing her, he squared his should ers. took a long breath, beat his chest with the flat of his hands and uttered a cheerful whoop. The embrace, the deep breath, and the whoop constit uted Mr. Cavendish's morning devo tions, and were expressive of a spirit of thankfulness to the risen sun, his general satisfaction with the course of Providence, and his homage to the lady of his choice. Swinging about on his heel, Cavan dish passed beyond Yancy's range of vision. Again the latter attempted to lift himself on his elbow, but sky and water changed places before his eyes and he dropped down on his pillow with a stifled sighl He seemed to be slipping back into the black night from which he had just emerged. Again he was at Scratch Hill, again Davek Blount was seeking to steal his nevvy—incidents of the trial and flight recurred to him—all was confused, feverish, without sequence. Suddenly a shadow fell obliquely across the foot of his narrow bed. and 'Cavendish, bending his long body somewhat, thrust his head in at the opening. He found himself looking into a pair of eyes that for the firBt time in many a long day held the light of con sciousness.. ,. "How are you, stranger?" he de manded. in a soft drawl. "Where am I?" the words were a whisoer on Yancy's bearded lips. "Well, sir, you are in the Tennessee river fo' certain my wife will make admiration when she hears you speak. Polly! you jest step here." But Polly had heard Cavendish speak, and the murmer of Yancy's voice in reply. Now her head appeared nje(j Murrell favored him with a con- you are some better, ain't you, temptuous glance. eir?"' she cried, smiling down on him. "You're like everyone else! Certain, "How did I get here, and where's things you'll do, and certain other my things you won't even try to do—your anxiously. conscience or your fear gets in your «There self strung ui—yes. by thunder, that 11 favenc]is!i. vou*waiit the l»nd »nd the r,I*.j for I'm going to have the a-irl." CHAPTER XVII. struggle. Therefore, the bandages that now swathed his head and shoulders therefore, the need that he should be up and doing—for where was Hanni bal? He sought to lift himself on his el bow, but the effort, sent shafts of pain pers? I reckon you'll have to take-' ™n named Murrell and another hem whether you want them or not. man Mr. Yancy awoke from a Ions:, dreamless sleep heavy lidded, his• soothingly. eyes slid open. For a moment lie strug-1 "Could you'all put me asho in gled with the odds and ends of mem- quired Yancy, with sudden eagerness. ory, then he recalled the fight at the. tavern, the sudd'en murderous attack, the fierce blows Slosson .had dealt him, the knife thrust which had ended the through him bis head seemed of vast asked Yancy. size and endowed with a weight he "Well, stranger, thats a question I could not support. He sank back, can answer offhand. The Tennessee groaning, and closed his eyes. After a I,re little interval he opened Iheni again tucky mebby it will be Illinoy, and ... and rled to leave you back yonder where of a slow gliding 4J® nevvy?", questioned Yancy now. you way." t.ion fo* to nester yo'self with worry. "Call it what you like. You •was i"iHlied up out of the Elk river "J offer to take the girl off your ,.y Mr. TOO: fellow with women! Well, maybe you ^aVg." ore with one sort—but what do you know about her kind?" jeered the planter. "Murrell's brow darkened. "I'll manape her." he said briefly. "You were of some account until this thins tool hold of you." com plained Ware. "What do you ain't in no condi- vendish." Polly explained, f-till snilin.s: *md dimpling at him. "v-ben. ror'am—-last night.?" "You got another guess coming to you. stransrer!" It was Cavendish who spoke. "Do you mean, sir, that been un '•onsciou'* for a snell?" suggested Yancy rathe* fearfully, glancing from one to the other. "It's,beep risht smart of a spell, yep. sir. you've laid like you was and not fo' a matter of hours "T-Tow long?" One would hardly think I was offering to make or "you a nresent#of the be^t plantation in "west Tennessee!" said Murrell. .And "Well, nigh on to three weeks." They Ynniy's eyes widen with a look of dumb horror. "Three weeks!" he at. length re peated. end jrrrnned miserably. He was thinking of Hannibal. "You was mighty droll to look at when I fished you un out. of the river," continued Mr. Cavendish. "You'd been yoi, (lon-t irv uevyv?"—vou through his shutting teeth. of him. ma'am"?'* faltered Yancy. and "I don't wont to know anything gjRT1nPfi }nto Polly's comely face, about this, "on are going to swamo p0lh ahook her head regretfully, yourself yet—you're fixine to'get your- know nothing about. ain't seen or heard .Ho'w ome you jn the river?" asked named Slosson. They tried fo to murder- n"»—they wanted to get my nevvv—i 'low they done it!" and Yaw.y groaned again. "You'll get him back*' said Polly We could, but we won't," said Cav endieh, in no uncertain tone. "Why, la! —you'd perish!" ex- ciajme£'p0ny. "Are we far from where yowil tricked me up?" Cavendish nodded. He. did -no^TJCe •o tell Yancy the distance they had raversed. "Where are you-all taking me 1.1 x- ill /Inrrrn and stared about, him. There was the mebby It will be down yonder on the breath of dawn in the nir: he heard a Mississippi. My tribe likes this way of rooster crow, and the contented grunt- moving about and it certainly favors ipe of a pis close at hand. He was a body's legs." rest in. unwr a rude shelter of poles "How old was your nevry?" inquired look in troubled Polly, reading the Yancy's gray eyes. "Ten, or thereabouts, ma'am. He were a heap of comfort to me—" and the whisper on Yancy's lips was won derfully tender and wistful. "Just the age of my Richard," said Polly, her glance full of compassion and pity. Mr. Cavendish essayed to speak, but was forced to pause and clear his throat. The allusion to Richard in this connection having been almost more than be could endure with equanimity. When he was able to put his thoughts into words, he said: "I shore am distressed fo' you. I I found you, but no one knowed you and you looked so near dead folks wouldn't have it. What parts do you come from?" No'th Carolina. Me and nevvy was a-goin' into west Tennessee to a place called Belle Plain, somewhere near Memphis. We have friends there," ex pialned Yancy. "That settles it!" cried Cavendish. "It won't be Kentucky, and it won't be Illinoy I'll put you asho* at Mem phis mebby you'll find yo* nevvy there, after all." "That's the best. You lay still and get yo* strength back as fast as you can, and try not to worry—do now." Polly's voice was soft and wheedling. "I reckon I been a heap of bother to you-all," said Yancy. "La, no," Polly assured him "you ain't been." And now the six little Cavendishes appeared on the scene. The pore gentleman had come to—sho! He had got his senses back—sho! he wa'n't. goin' to die after all he could talk. Sho!. a body could hear him plain! Excited beyond measure they scurried about in their fluttering rags of night gowns for a sight and hearing of the pore gentleman. They struggled madly to climb over their parents, and fall ing this—under them. But the opening that served as a door to the shanty be ing small, and being as it. was com pletely stoppered by their father and mother, who were in no mood to yield an inch, they distributed themselves an inch they atstriDutea inems«vB» in Quest of convenient holes in the bark edifice through which to peer at .. the pore gentleman. And since the number of youthful Cavendishes ex ceeded the number of such holes, the sound of lamentation and recrimina tion presently filled the morning air. "I kin see the soles of his feet!" shrieked Keppel with passionate in fenstty, his small bleached eye glued to a crack. He was instantly ravished of the sight by Henry. "You mean hateful thing! Just be cause you're bigger than Kep!" and Constance fell on the spoiler. As her mother's right-hand man she had cuffed and slapped her way to a place of pow6r among the little .brothers. Mr. Cavendish appeared to allay hos tilities. "I 'low I'll skin you if you don't keep still! Dress!—the whole kit and b'illn' of you!" he roared, and his man ner was quite as ferocious as his words. But the six little Cavendishes were impressed by neither. They instantly fastened on him like so many leeches. What was th pore gentleman saying? —'Why couldn't they hear, too? Then they'd keep still, sure they would! Did he say he knowed who tlirowed him In the river? "I wonder, Connie, you ain't able to do more with these here children. Seems like you\ought to—a great big girl like you," said Mr. Cavendish, re duced to despair. "It waB Henry pickln' on Kep," cried Constance. "I found a crack and he took it away frdm me!—drug me off by the legs, he did, and filled my stomach full of slivers!" wailed Keppel, sun denly remembering he had a griev ance. "You had ought to let me see the pore gentleman!" he added ingra tiatingly. "Well, ain't you been seein' him every day fo' risin' two weeks and up wards?—ain't you sat by him hours at a stretch?" denVanded Mr. Cavendish fiercely. Sho—that didn't count, he only kept mutterin'—sho! a-rollin' his head sidev/ays, sho! And their six tow heads were rolled to illustrate their meaning. And a-pluckln" at a bodys hands!—and they plucked at Mr. Cav endish's hands. Sho—did he say why he done that? "If you-all will quit, yo' noise and dress, you-all kin presently set by the pore gentleman. If you don't. I'll have! to speak to yo' mother I' low Bhe'll: trim yu! I reckon you-all don't want me to call her? No, by thunderation! —because you-all know she won't stand no nonsense! She'll fan you she'll take the flat of her hand to you all and make you skip some I reckon I'd get into my pants befo' she starts on the warpath. I wouldn't gtye her no such special opportunity as you're offerin'!" Mr. Cavendish's voice and manner had ,become entirely confiden- sheer force of his logic to withdraw and dress. Their father hurried back But Yancy shook his head. "I'll be glad to go on to Memphis with you. If my nevvy got away from Murrell, that's where I'll find him. I reckon folks will be kind to him and sort of help him along. Why, he ain't much mo' than knee high!" "Shore they will! there's a lot of good in the world, so don't you fret none about him!" cried Polly. "I can't do much else, ma'am, than think of him bein' lonesome and hungry, niaybe—and terribly fright ened. What do you-all suppose he thought when he woke up and found me gone?" But neither Polly nor her twister, mebby it will be Ken-1 No'th Carolina, stoppin' on the way to 8ee WAMHAM MM that man Slosson" ... "Well, I 'low there's a fit comin' to him when he gets sight of you!" and Cavendish'tf bleached blue eyes sparkled at the thought. «T* a hfip mo* than a fit. tial and sympathetic, and though fear of their mother could not be said to _n( u..ii, vat thA 1 Sftf'5v•» if* A f, ...: don't bear malice„ but^ I stay mad-a' long time," answered Yancy grimly. "You shouldn't talk no mo'," said Polly. "You must just lay quiet and get yo' strength back. Now, I'm goin' to fix you a good meal of vlttles." She motioned Cavendish to follow her, and they both withdrew from the shanty. Yancy closed his eyes, and pres ently, lulled by the soft ripple that bore them company, fell Into a rest ful sleep. "When he told us of his nevvy, Dttk, and I got to thinkin' of his bein' just the age of our Richard, I declare it seemed like something got in my throat and I'd choke. Do you reckon he'll ever find him?" said Polly, as she busied herself with preparations for their breakfast. "I hope so, Polly!" said CavendiBh, but her words were a powerful assault Ms feelIng8 whlch at a11 times lay tQ the surface and were easily stirred Under stress of his emotions, he now enjoined silence jon his family, fortify ing the injunction with dire threats as to the consequences that would de scend with lightning-like suddenness on the head of the unlucky sinner who forgot and raised his voice above a whisper. Then he despatched a chicken sure sign that he and Polly considered their guest had reached the first stage of convalescence. CHAPTER XVIII. The raft drifted on into the day's heat and when at last, Yancy awoke, it. was to find Henry and Keppel seated beside Tiim, each solacing him with a small moist hand, while they re garded him out of the serious unblink ing eyes of childhood. "Howdy!" said he. smiling up at them. "Hawdyl" they answered, a sociable grin puckering their freckled faces.. "Do you find yo'self pretty well, sir?" inquired Keppel.' "I find myself pretty weak," replied Yftiicy. "Me and Ken has been watching fo' to keep the fjies from: stjng^n^. you," explained Henry. "We-all takes turns doin' that, Keppel added. "Wellv artd how many of you-all are there?'' asked Yancy. "There's six of we-uns and the baby.". They covertly examined this big bearded man who had lost his nevvy and almost lvis life. They had over heard their father and mother dis cuss his plans and knew when he was recovered from his wounds if he did not speedily meet up with his nevvy at a place called Memphis, he was go ing back to Lincoln county, which was near where they had come from, to have the hide off a gentleman named Slosson. They imagined the gentleman named Slosson would find the opera tion excessively disagreeable and that Yancy should be recuperating for so unique, an enterprise invested him with a romantic interest. Henry squirmed closer to the recumbent fig ure on the bed. "Me and Kep would like might well to know how you-all are going to strip the hide offen to that gentleman's back," he observed. Yancy instantly surmised that the eference was to Slosson. reckoh I'll feel obliged to just naturally skin him," he explained. "Sho*. will he let you do that?" they demanded. "He won't he consulted none. And his hide will come off easy once I get hold of him by the scruff of the neck." Yancy's speech was gentle and his lips smiling, but he meant a fair share of what he said. "She', is that the way you do it?" And round-eyed they gazed down on this fascinating stranger. I niay have to touch him up with a tickler, continued lancy, who ma not n°d*ed' to Yancy "What if Mr. Slosson totes a tickler, "I was just thinkin', sir, he said, too?" asked Keppel insinuatingly. This "that If it would be any comfort to opened an inviting field for conjecture. you, we'll tie up the bank right here and wait until you can travel. I'm powerfully annoyed at having fetched you all this way!" husband had any opinion to venture'her wake came Connie with the baby, on this point. "If I don't find him in and the three little brothers who were Memphis I'll take the back track to W"Mf f'l *A Sidewalk Sketches "v By Howard t. Rana THE SOCIAL WHIRL. The social whirl is a: neat instrument of torture designed to make father hump his back like a section boss on a handcar. It is harder to break into what is known in polite circles aB the social push than it is to work your way into a Masonic lodge with the. dred nowadays is a jimmy and'a sera mbled coat of arms that i?ould, make old Louis XVI kick the encigate out his mausoleum. N That won't make no manner of dif ference. Why? Because it's a powerful drawback fo' a man to know he's in the wrong, just as It's a heap in yo' favor to know you're in the right." "My father's eot a.tickler I seen it often," vouchsafed Henry. "It's a foot long, with a buck horn handle. Gee whiz!—he keeps it keen but he never uses It on no humans," said Keppel. "Of course he don't he's a high spirited, right-actin gentleman. But what do you reckon he'd feel obliged to do if a body stole one of you-all?" inouired Yancy. "Whoop! He'd carve 'e"m deep!" cried Keppel. At .this moment Mrs. Cavendish ap peared, bringing Yancy's breakfast. In to be accorded the cherished privilege of seeing the poor gentleman eat. "You got a nice little family, ma'am," said Yancy. "Well. I reckon nobody complains •uo' about their children than me, but I reckon nobody gets mo' comfort out of their children eithor- I hone von-nii 4 fyrn^h •.pi^.'d Woodman grip and a $2. bill. Once.in, however, noth ing but sudden death or tucking the napkin buck* of a wing collar will cause a man to lose his standing in the order. Society leaders, like efficient plumbers, are born, not made. The' chief qualifications of a society leader are a machine-turned leg for cotillion purposes, a speaking acquaintance with "Faust," and the ability to distinguish between the writings of Schopenhauer and E. P. Roe. If it were not for the social whirl, this country would be full of bankrupt hair dressers, masB& urs, mole extractors and chiropodists, and the hotels of our great cities would be flooded with the peasant class and the odor of boiled cabbage. We.have hlg^i^. society to thank for two benefactions—-it?,, keepa large amount of easy money in circulation.and nu|kes^ no appreciable drain upon the brains of the'•eduutry. The only thing hat will get a man into, the,Pout Huh- f'vmvv are, a-goin to be able to eat, you aini had much nourishment. La, does yo' shoulder pain you like that? Want 1 should feed you?" "I am sorry, ma'am, but I reckon you'll have to," Yancy spoke regret fully. "I expect I been a passtol of bother to you." "No, you ain't. Here's Dick.to se® how you make .out with the chicken," Polly added, as Cavendish presented himself at the opening that did duty as a door. "This looks like bein' alive, strang er," he commented genially. He sur veyed the group of which Yancy was the center. "If them children gets too numerous, just throw 'pnl out." "You-all ain't told me, yo' name yet?" said Yancy. "It's Cavendish. Richard Keppel Cavendish, to get it all off my niind, at a mouthful. And this lady'p Mrs. Cavendish." "My name's Yancy—Bob Yancy." Mr. Cavendish exchanged glances with Mrs. Cavendish. By a nod of her •. dimpled chin the lady seemed to urge some more confidence on his part. Chills and Fever seated himself at the foot of Yancy's bed. "Stranger, what I'm a-goin' to tell you, you'll take as bein' said man to man," he began, with the impressive air of one who had a secret df gretjit moment to impart and Yancy hastened to assure him that whatever passed .between them,, his lips, should be sealed. "It ain't.really- that but I don't wish to appear proud a'fo* no man's eyes. First, I want to ask youk did you ever hear tell of titles?" Polly and the children hung breath lessly on Mr. Yancy's reply. "I certainly have," he rejoined promptly. "Back in No'th Carolina w® went by the chimneys." '•Chimneys? What's chimnfeys got to do-with titles, Mr. Yancy?'! asjeed' Polly, while her husband profoundly mystified. "A whole fot, mja'am. If a man had two chimneys to his house we always called him Colonel, if there was foiir chimneys we called him General," "La!" cried. Polly, smiling and show ing a number of new dimples. "Dick don't mean militia titles, Mr. Yancy." "Ever hear tell of. lords?" Inquired. Chills and Fever, tilting his head on one side. •, "No." And Yancy vas quick to notice, the look of disappointment on the faces of his' new friends. He felt that for some reason, which was by.no means clear to him, he had lost cast*. "Are you ever heard of. royalty?" and Cavendish fixed the invalid's,wan* dering glance. "You mean kings?" "I shore do." Yancy regarded him reflectively ahd. made a mighty mental effort. -v "There's them bible kings—•'! ,!»« ventured at lenfeth. Mr. Cavendish shook his head. "Them's sacred kings. Are you fa miliar with any of the profane kingfS Mr. Yancy?" "Well, taking them as they come, them Bible kings seemed-to average pretty profane." Yancy was disposed to defend his. point. (To Be Continued.) -jfy J. E. Parker, 2021 No. 10th St, Ft. Smith, Ark., says that he had taken many kinds of kidney medicine, hut did not get better until he took Foley Kidney Pills. No matter how long you have had kidney trouble, you will find quick and permanent benefit by the use of Foley Kidney Pills. Start taking -1 them now.—Clark Drug Store fOwl Drug Store. FAR-TRAVELED Many of our familiar everyday words have come long distances. Calico takes its name from Calicut, a city in India. Satin is from Zayaoun. ln China. Damask was first made In Damascus, in Syria. Gauze is from Gaza, in Palestine and baize from Baza, in Spain. Dimity, is called after Damietta, in Egypt. Cambric was first made at Cambria, in France, and mus* lin at Mosul, in Asia.. Serge got its najne from Xerga, a Spanish word. Velvet is our. equiva lent of the Italian word velhita and gingham is from Gangamp. a town in Brittany, where the cloth was first used for umbrella covers.. Cashmere got its name from the valley of Cash mere in the Himalayas, bt kram from Bokhara, lawn from Lft ii in France, and khaitl is the Hindu word, for earth. Worsted is from Worste^d. an English town, famed for Its fia® wool yarns. Cheviot was originally a cloth made from the wool of tha Cheviot hills and blankets got their name from their original English man ufacturer. Thomts Blanket In tha Pathfinder. ——i'Lir#', Mrs. Ida: Kerr of Seymour, returned home this morning# after being the guest of Mr. and Mrs. E. G. Schfiefer, 137 South Ransom' street. A Fierce Attack. of malaria, liver derangement and Kid« ney trouble, is easily cured by Eiectrio Bitters, the guaranteed reaedy. 50c. *2 lark. nv "VJI I'-jr 1 •M 5 5 •d 1 1 f'iJ 3 NAME8.