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These fish frequent ly weigh over 500 pounds and are known as horse mackerel. A number were shipped to Boston last season. The average price tnere is three and one-half cents per pound. Formerly these fish were considered a nuisance to the fishermen. A Prudent Program. "I make It a rule never to lend any body an umbrella," feaid Mr. Growch er. "Good idea," replied Mr. Grump. "If you keep lending an umbrella aboat there's no telling when it may drift into the hands of the original owner." OR. J. H. RINDLAUB (Specialist), Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat Fargo, N. D. Riches. Knicker—Brown counts his weaKb In seven figures. Bocker—Perpendicularly. Garfield Tea will regulate the liver jjiv ick-neadache and bilioui fog freedom from cicl attacks. It overcomes constipation. Lots of people who have don't know how to use them. 'mm fin &K.i brains Cbcw and nooke untaxed tobacco, cheap and Meriwether BdwardK, Clarknllle.Tenn. The biggest work in the world is be lng done In the little red schoolhouse. 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Proof teafcqndaat Ittat -tt has cured tboaniiA crofters, and why tiuiuld wM&Mmi IneCoiirdgeof Captain Plum By JAMES OLIVER CURWOOD a (Copjrrlfkt 1MB by Bobbft-XerrUl (h.) 8YN0P8I8. Capt. Nathaniel Plum of the aloop Ty phoon, lands secretly on Beaver Island, stronghold of the Mormons. Obadlah Price. Mormon councilor, confronts him, tells him he Is expected, and bargains for the ammunition aboard the sloop. He binds Nat by a solemn oath to deliver a package to Franklin Pierce, president of the United States. Near Price's cabin Nat sees the frightened face of a young woman who disappears in the darkness, leaving arf odor of lilacs. It develops that Nat's visit to the island is to demand set tlement of the king, Strang, for the loot ing of his sloop by Mormons. Price shows Nat the king's palace, and through a window he sees the lady of the lilacs, who Price says is the king's seventh wife. Calling at the king's office Nat is warned by a young woman that his life is in dan ger. Strang professes indignation when he hears Nat's grievance and promises to Eiunlsh the guilty. Nat rescues Neil, who being publicly whipped, and the king orders the sheriff. Arbor Croche, to pur sue and kill the two men. Plum learns that Marion, the girl of the lilacs, is Neil's sister. The two men plan to escape on Nat's sloop and take Marion and Wlnnsome, daughter of Arbor Croche, and sweetheart of Nell. Nat discovers that, the aloop is gone. Marion tells him that his ship has been seised by the Mor mons. She begs him to leave the Island, telling him that nothing can save her from Strang, whom she is doomed to mar ry. Plum finds Price raving mad. Recov ering, he tells Nat that Strang is doomed, that armed men are descending on the Island. Nat learns that Marion nas been summoned to the castle by Strang. Nat kills Arbor Croche, and after a desperate fight with the king, leaves him for dead. The avenging host from the mainland de scends on St. James. Nell and Nat take a part in the battle and the latter Is wounded. .Strang, whom Nat thought he had killed, orders him thrown into a dun geon. He finds Nell a fellow prisoner. They overhear .-the Mormon jury deciding their fate. A bribed jailer brings the prisoners word of Wlnnsome and Marlon. Bound and gagged the two men are taken out to sea In a boat. They are left to suffer the "straight death'* on a wild section of the coast. Just as they had Sarlonup ven hope the men are rescued by and wlnnsome. Nat faints, when he recovers Marion is gone. His throat ars and consulted doctors, but failed to get any relief. After using Lydia E. Pinkham's vegetable Com. pound and Blood Purifier I can say I am a well woman. •Cvtoewnrtte waB swollen so that he could hardly speak. "No. They are to be married to night Oh, I thought she was going to stay!" She tore herself away from him to go tq Neil, who had fallen upon his face exhausted, a dozen yards away. In the wet sand, where the incom ing waves lapped bis hands and feet, Nathaniel sank down, his eyes staring out into the Bhimmering distance where Marion had gone. His brain was in a daze, and he wondered if he had been stricken by some strange madness—if this all was but some passing phantasm that would soon leave him again to his misery and his despair. But the dash of the cold wa ter against him cleared away his doubt. Marion had come to him. She had saved bim from death. And now she was gone. And she was not the king's wife! He staggered to his feet again and plunged into the lake until the water reached to his waist, calling her name, entreating her in weak, half choked cries to come back to him. The wa ter soaked through to his hot, numb body, restoring his reason and strength, and he burled his face in it and drank like one who had been near to dying of thirst Then he returned to Neil. Winnsome was holding his head in her arms. He dropped upon his knees beside them and saw that life was returning full and strong in Neil's face. "Tou will be able to walk in. a few minutes," he said. "Tou and Wlnn some must leave here. We are on the mainland and if you follow the shore northward you will come to the settle ments. I am going back for Marion." Neil made an effort to follow him as he rose to his feet "Nat—Nat—wait—" Winnsome held him back, fright ened, tightening her aims about him. "Tou must go with Wlnnsome," Nell stretched up to him. "Tou must take her to the first settlement up the coast I will come back to you with Marion." He spoke confidently, as a man who •eeehis way open clearly before him, and yet aa he turned, half runnirig, to the low black shadow of the distant forest he knew that he was beginning a blind fight against fate. If he could find' a hunter's cabin, a flsherniin's shanty-?* boat .• .*•-*. Barelyhad he disappeared wheat:* •olce Siletf to Ti iih tt Va» Wan-1 sob*. The glrlranup to him holding something in her hand, it was a pi* 'to* "Togs may need Itf she' ex claimed. **We brought two!" MitiuttkM rrfiftfcft 'OTt btfltitiiiflyj tat att to ttfer Otttfc wrrtksm Wf2& and CHAPTER XII. Marion Freed From Bondage. "Gone!" moaned Wlnnsome again. "She has gone—back—to—Strang!" Neil was crawling to them like a wounded animal across the sand. She started toward him but Nathan iel stopped her. "She is the king's—wife—" as though his touch was about to fan upoeaome fragile flower, he dre*t.the girl to him, took her beautiful face between his two strong hands and gased steadily and silently for a mo ment Into her eyes. "God bless you, little Wlnnsome!" he whispered. "I hope that some day you will—forgive me." The girl understood him "If I have anything to forgive—you are forgiven." The pistol dropped upon the sand, her hands stole to his shoulders. "I want you to take something to Marlon for me," she whispered softly. "This!" And she kissed him. *Her eyes shone upon him like a benediction. "Tou have given me a new life, you have given me—Nell! My prayers are with you." And kissing him again, she slipped away from under his hands before he could speak. And Nathaniel, following her with his eyes until he could no longer see her, picked up the pistol and set off again toward the forest, the touch of her lips and the prayers of this girl whose father he had slain filling him with something that was more than strength, more than hope. He examined the pistol that Winn some had given him. There were five shots In It and he smiled joyously as he saw that It had been loaded by an experienced hand. It would be easy enough for him to find Strang. For hours he trod steadily through the sand. The sun rose above him, hot and blistering, and the dunes still stretched out ahead of bim, like win nows and hills and mountains of glit tering glass. Gradually the desert be came narrower. Far ahead he could see where the forest came down to the ebore and his heart grew lighter. Half an hour later he en tered the margin of trees. Almost im mediately he found signs of life. A tree had been felled and cut into wood. A short distance beyond he came suddenly upon a narrow path, beaten hard by the passing of feet, and leading toward the lake. He had meant to rest .under the shade of these trees, but now he forgot his fatigue. For a moment he hesitated. Far back In the forest he heard the barking of a dog—but he turned in the opposite direction. If there was a For Hours He Trod Steadily Through the Sand. boat the path would take him to it Through a break in the trees he caught the green sweep of marsh rice and his heart beat excitedly with hope. Where there was rice there were wild fowl, and surely where there were wild fowl there would be a punt or a canoe! In his eagerness he rah, and where the path ended, the flags and rice beaten into the mud and water, he stopped with an exultant cry. At his feet was a canoe. It was wet as though just drawn out of the water, and a freshly used paddle was lying across the bow. Pausing but' to take a quick and cautious glance about him he shoved the frail craft into the lake and with a few quiet strokes buried himself In the rice grass. When he emerged from it he was half a mile, from the shore. For a long time he sat motionless, looking out over the.shimmering sea. Far to the south and west he could make out the dim outline of Beaver island, while over the trail he bad come, mile upon mile, lay the glisten ing dunes. Somewhere between the white desert sand and that distant coast of the Mormon kingdom Marion was making her way back to bondage. Nathaniel had given up all hope of overtaking her now. Long before he could intercept her she would have reached the island. When he started again he paddled slowly, and laid out for himself the plan that be was to follow. There must be no mistake this time, no error in judgment, no rash ness in his daring. He would lie in hiding until dusk, and then under cover of darkness he would hunt down Strang and kill bim. After that he would fly to his canoe and escape. A little later, perhaps that very night if fate played the game well for him, he would return for Marlon. The sun mounted straight and hot over his bead be paddled more slow ly, and rested more frequently, as it descended into the west, but it still lacked two hours of sinking behind the island forest when the white wa ter-rim Of the shore came within his vision. He had meant to hold off the coast until the approach, of evening but changed hls mind and landed, con cealing' his canoe-lnaspot Which .he niarkM %0U, for he knew It WOuld soon Che ti^ul to' htti agai& -Deep shadofrsWer* already gatheMbg ia*thfl forest ai^thrdtigh vthei6'' Nathfchlel of MPHItoiSiIF va Ho came out in the strip of 4ense forest between the, clearing aa* 8t James, Worming his way cautiously thnqg^thi nnnffi fr* lookoattato the nuilpg, fa rfagte gtancewadfcefrew stent Heleeked turned suddenly white, aad aa' almost Inaudible ay foil from his lips. There was no longer a cabin In the clear ing! Where It had been there was gathered a crowd of men aad hoys. Above their heads he saw a thla film of smoke and he knew what had hap pened. Marlon's home had burned! But what was the crowd doing? It hung close In about the smoldering ruins as If every person In It were striving to reach a common center. Surely a mere fire would not gather and hold a throng like this. Nathaniel rose to his feet and thrust his head and shoulders from his hiding-place. He heard a loud shout near him and drew back quick ly as a boy rushed madly across the opening toward the crowd crying out at the top of his voice. He had come out of the path that led to St James. No sooner had he reached the group about the burned cabin' than there came a change that added to Nathani el's bewilderment He heard loud voices, the excited shouting of men and the shrill cries of boys, and the crowd suddenly began to move, thin ning itself out until It was racing In a black stream toward the Mormon city. In his excitement Nathaniel hur ried toward the path. From the con cealment of a clump of bushes he watched the people as they rushed past him a dozen paces away. Be hind all the others there came a figure that drew a sharp cry from him as he leaped from his hiding-place. It was Obadlah Price. "Obadlah!" he called. "Obadlab Price!" The old man turned. His face was livid. He was chattering to himself, and he chattered still as be ran up to Nathaniel. He betrayed no surprise at seeing bim, and yet there was the insane grip of steel in the two hands that clutched fiercely at Nathaniel's. "Tou have come In time, Nat!" he panted joyfully. "Tou have come in time! Hurry—hurry—hurry—" He ran back Into the clearing, with Nathaniel close at his side, and point ed to the smoking ruins of the cabin among the lilacs. 'They were killed last night!" he cried shrilly. "Somebody murdered them—and burned them with the house! They are dead—dead!" "Who?" shouted Nathaniel. Obadlah had stopped and was rub bing and twisting his hands In his old, mad way. "The old folks. Ho, ho, the old folks, of course! They are dead dead—dead—" He fairly shrieked the words. Then, for a moment, he stood tightly clutch ing his thin hands over his chest In powerful effort to control hlmimif, "They are dead!" he repeated. He spoke more calmly, and yet there was something so terrible In his eyes, something so harshly vi brant of elation in the quivering pas sion of his voice that Nathaniel fell himself filled with a strange horror. He caught him by the arm, shaking him as he would have shaken a child. "Where Is Marlon?" he asked. "Tel] me, Obadlah—where Is Marlon?" The councilor seemed not to have heard him. A singular change nam* Into his face and his eyes traveled be yond Nathaniel. Following his glance the young man saw that three men had appeared from the scorched shrubbery about the burned house and were hurrying toward them. Without shifting his eyes Obadlah spoke to him quickly. "Those are king's sheriffs, Nat," he said. "They know me. In a moment they will recognize you. The United States warship Michigan has just' ar rived In the harbor to arrest Strang. If you can reach the cabin and hold It for an hour you will be saved. Quick «—•you must run—" "Where is Marion?" "At the cabin! She Is at—" Nathaniel waited to hear no more, but sped toward the breach In the forest that marked the beginning of the path to Obadiah's. The shouts of the king's men came to him unheeded. At the edge of the woods he glanced back and saw that they had overta ken the councilor. As he ran he drew his pistol and in his wild joy he flung back a shout of defiance to the men who were pursuing him. Marion was at the cabin—and a government ship had come to put an end to the reign of the Mormon king! He shouted Marlon's name as he came in sight of the cabin he cried it aloud as he bounded up the low steps.., "Marion—Marlon—' In front of the door that led to the tiny chamber In which he had ta ken Obadiah's gold he saw a figure. For a moment he was blinded by his sudden dash from the light of day into, the gloom of the cabin, and he saw only that a figure was standing there as still as death. His pistol dropped to the floior. He'stretched out his arms, and hfs voice sobbed In Its en treaty as he whispered the girl's name. In response to that whisper came a low, glad cry, and Marlon lay trembling on his breast pp C*Q Bs ooim»raBp.^K^.' Sleeping en the Perch, Tou hear the crickets gratefully, and there is something mystic. In the distant piano. For a few minutes you lie stretched out In thankful restful hess, the Ideal eindlng for a day o! conscientious labor The crlckets be' gin to drone and .blend their squeaks together and the tree tops wafe more «ad morer mystically. uptUvyon,, fall aaleej£ J^rnmg .:ubm^^ SftTsbafed of a'fcoositf iome who*?. You He a 1MB* whllo, fefNatfc lng deeply the frwA mornlng scant* and grateful that you have a body, -th^-you 'haW $feat th* day Jha* begun as shouMMWIIiffc -1 *nA ww^Mmr Old BHi Miner, Stage Coaoh and Train Robber., Mas, Left a Criminal Trail Over the s^West—Now Faces Long Term In Prison for Georgia "V 3 Hold-up. Gainesville, Ga.—Far back In the '60s drivers of stage coaches making trips back and forth across the state of California began to come In from their lone-mountain journeys with cash boxes rifled of their contents,' sometimes a horse shot add in every-, ease with the same story. A lonely spot on the road, sometimes In the daytime, sometimes at night, a single highwayman and the magic words, "Hands up!" The tale never varied. For want of a better name the lone highwayman came to be known, far and wide, as "California Billy." The exploits of "California Billy" continued for several years. All ef forts at his capture were in vain. Many posses hunted the lone outlaw, tempted by offers of generous re wards. But he seemed to bear a charmed life. It was not until 1869 that he was caught. The driver of a stage that ran in from the hills back of Sacra mento jumped from his seat in front of the office early one morning in the spring of that year and breathlessly told liow he had been held up but a few hours before. The strong box of the stage had been heavy with gold dust sent in by miners. Never before had "California Bill" dared to attack a coach so close to a town.. In 20 minutes from the time the driver told his story a heavily armed posse was riding hard back over the trail. It was not difficult to pick up traces of the bandit. Before nightfall his hunters were close upon him and as the sun sank behind the hills they surrounded him. The posse expected Old Bill Miner. a fight To their surprise the outlaw offered no resistance, but surrendered at their command. His trial was speedy and less than a week after his capture he began serving a term in San Quentin prison. When Miner was released he left California as rapidly as possible. The wilder country of Colorado offered greater attractions. In this new field of operation his methods were the same as In the old. Miner and two others on November 7, 1881, reappeared in California after an absence of twelve years, held up the stage that ran from Sonora, Tuo lumne county, to Milton and secured $32,000 in cash and gold dust Two of the gang were quickly caught Miner managed to elude the officers for several weeks, but was finally run to earth. The trial was brief and justice severe. The three robbers were sent to San Quentin pris on for 25 years. It was 1901, 20 years later, before "Old Bill" Miner could again breathe the air a free man. By good behavior he cut his sentence flve'years and the authcrities believed that, when he walked out of San Quentin his days as an outlaw were ended. But they vi ere mistaken. Toward the close of 1903 the author ities of Oregon were startled by the hold-up of en express train on the Oregon Railway and Navigation com pany's line at Milepost No. 21, near Corbett, Oregon. A year later the Ca nadian Pacific's transcontinnetal ex press was stopped at ^lission Junc tion, British Columbia, by a lone ban dit, who with cold and deliberate neive compelled the express messen «6r to open the safe, which contained close to $10,000. Less than two years later, on May 10,1906, at eleven o'clock in the night Miner and two pals robbed the trans continental express of the. Canadian Pacific railway near. Durrisrj B. C. For this crime he was sent for life to the penitentiary at New Westmin ster and at once began planting an escape With two companions, who were confined in the brickyard of the .prlsop,* he tunneled to freedom and' nothifig more was heard of him until last February, when one night a train on the SOuthern railroad was held up and the Pinkeztons at onc* eoncluded ftom the nature of the job- that Old Bl&JCliietvfria^ w*ns ,«ot.i#»tait^--.'jwd I*?*, d»ys tf!^ !3h«r aad^^wo cOnpaaioM, lite pids In QM bold-up, were taken pris oners. Miner, now sixty-nine' yean old, will be eighty-nine whea his term tmlm «xpi»s, aad It Is probfrirte that tie eer^^lte-riMfhedSMe- W. N. U„ FARQO, NO. 22-1911. STILL HAVING FUN WITH HIM. "Curious episode, this. Seems a. young fellow got excited at the ball game and hugged the young lady next. to him, a perfect stranger. She had him arrested, but he told the judge that any man might do the same thing, and his claim was upheld by expert testimony." "And what was the sequel?" "Well, the sequel is rather Interest ing. The next day there were 5,000* girls at the ball game." Took Professor's Word for It. "Didn't you hear all of the profes sor's lecture?" "Why, no. He began by saying that sleep is the secreit of right liv ing—and then I came home and went to bed." MENTAL ACCURACY Greatly Improved by Leaving Off Coffee The manager of an extensive cream ery in Wis. states that while a regu lar coffee drinker, he found it injuri ous to his health and a hindrance to the performance of his business du ties. "It impaired my digestion, gave me a distressing sense of fullness In the region of the Btomach, causing a tmmmM SMJ f't*' ut'J -i O-'- £*3 Percy—Weally, Daisy, I dawnced so stwenuously In that last waltz that me head feels light, doncher know. Daisy—Indeed! I supposed that sensation was so common with you that you had ceased to notice It Looking Out for Number One. Sydney had been given some dis carded millinery with which to amuse herself. She trimmed a marvelous looking hat, and so arranged it that a long red ostrich plume hung straight down from the front of the brim, over her baby face. "Come here, Sydney," said ber mother. "Let me tack that feather back, out of your eyes." "Oh, no, mother! I want it that way, so I can see It myself. 'Most, always only other people can see the feathers on my hats."—Judge. Baseball Anecdote. moBt painful and disquieting palpitation of the heart, and what is worse, it mud dled my mental faculties so as to seri ously injure my business efficiency. "I finally coflcluded that something would have to be done. I quit the use of coffee, short off, and began to drink Postum. The cook didn't make it right at first. She didn't boll it long enough, and I did not find It palatable and quit using it and went biack to cof fee and to the stomach trouble again. "Thfen my wife took the matter In baud, and by following the directions on the box, faithfully, she bad me drinking Postum for several days be for I knew it. "When I I was feeling much better than I had for a long tline, she told me that had been drinking Postum, and .that accounted for it. Now we. h%ye: nO' a 5 "My digestion has been restored, and with this Improvement has come relief from the oppressive .sense of fullness and palpitation of the,heart that used to bother me so. ^ote' such a gain in mental strength and acute hess that can attend to aiy ofllce work with ease and pleasure and with oi}t makiQg the mlstakes tbat were so happened, t6r'remark that fnnoying.v-toVM^Whii* using tvr tie drink tstlma- 'M^^^,i| tte,gwtest: CoV vi ^llead the little hook, "The Road t4' WoUyflle**' ln pkgs. "There's a reason,'