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The Land of Broken Promises
A Stirring Story
of the Mexican
Revolution
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Bud Hooker an<* Phil Dr Lancry are
furr*«»d, uwiiiK to f» revolution In Mexico,
ti* *sivt? op their (iilnliift I’lulin and return
to tl»rt Drift*-*! Hlatoe. In the border town
of diidNdcn Hud mcclH Henry Kruger, a
wealthy miner, who iriAkos him a propo
r«ltw»n to return to Mexico to acquire title
to a very r‘cti mine which Kruger had
blown up when he found he had b**«n
Cheated out of the title by one Aragon.
Thn Mexican eubrwMjuenily had iipent a
targe aura of money in an uneucceattful
aitempt to relocate the vein and then al
lowed the land to revert for tnxnM. Hook
er and Do arrive at Portona, near
where the Kagift Tail mine in located.
They engage Crux Mendez to acquire the
title for them and begin preliminary
work. Aragon arcuw>» them of jumping
his claim. Hooker discover** that mutrl
moylal cntnnglernenli* prevent Mendez
from acquiring a valid titlo. Phil, who
has been paying attention to Gracia A.ra-
Ktm. decides to turn Mexican and acquire
**"’ title. Aragon fulls in his attempt to
• Irive them o(T the claim. Itehels are re
ported in the vletnily A rich vein of
gold is struck and work on the mine Is
Mopped until the title can he perfected.
Phil is arreated by Manual del Key. cap
lain of tit® rurnloM and suitor of Gracia’s.
He Is released on promise to stay away
from Gracia. Phil is forced to enlist in
the run* lex Hr asks Hud to take care
of Ornrla The relteln are defeated in a
tierco battle «**ur Pllll deserts
iml returns 4«* the United Slates. Hud
torn* Mexican and fakes wteps to sectire
title to the mine in Ills own name.
CHAPTER XIX—Continued.
Up looked the adobe house over
thoughtfully, listened long to the
nows of the border ami of the rurales’
raid on their camp. and retired to the
rocks for the night. Even Bud never
knew where he filept somewhere up
•m the hillside' in caves or clefts In
thn rocks —and not even the most
pressing invitation could make him
share the hoflse for a nlglit. To Amigo.
am lo an anitnul, a house was a trap;
and ho knew that the Jimes were
treacherous.
Bo Indeed they\vere, ns Hooker was
lo learn to bis sorrow, and but for the
Yaqui and his murderous knife he
might easily have learned it too late.
It was evening, after » rainless day,
and Bud was cooking by the open Are,
. when suddenly Amigo vanished and
four men rode in from above. They
were armed with rifles, as befitted the
Muich. but gave no signs of rujllauly
bravado, nod after a few words Bud in- r
vtted them to get down and eat. a
Muchas gracias, ser.or,” said the
leader, dismounting and laying his rifle
against a log, “we are not hungry.”
“Then have some coffee.” invited
Honker, who made It a point to feed
■every one who stopped, regardless of
t.heir merit; and once more the Mexi
can declined- At this Bud looked at
him sharply, for hl« refusal did not
augur well, and ft struck him the
man's face was familiar. He was tall
for a Mexican and heavily, built, but
wfth a rathe*''sinister cost of counte
nance.
“Where have I seen you before?”
asked Bud. .after trying in vain to
fiiaco him. “Ih Fortuna?”
No, senor,” answered the Mexican
politely. “I have never bees in that
•ity. Is it far?”
“Ten miles by the trail,” responded
Hooker, by no means reassured, and
tinder pretext of inviting them to eat,
lie took a look at the other men. If
•they had not stopped to eat, what
then was their errand while the sun
was sinking so low? And why this
sullen refusal of the coffee which every
Mexican drinks?
Bud stepped into the house, us if on
•ome errand, and watched them un
aeen from the interior. Seeing them
exchange glances then, he leaned his
rifle just Inside the door and went
about his cooking.
It was oue of the chances ho took,
living out iu the brush, but he had
come to know this low-browed type of
semi-bandit ail too well and had small
respect for their courage. In case of
trouble Amigo was close by In the
rocks somewhere, probably with his
gun in his hand —but with a little pa
tience and circumspect ion the unwel
come visitors would Ajubtless move
•on.
So he thought, bu*> 'cstead they lin
ftoned, and when evvjter was cooked he
decided to go to A show-down —and if
they again to eat be would
send them ok tutftr way.
"Van staigoB,” he said, spreading
out the plates for them. “Come and
eat!”
Tl* three low-brows glared at their
fcmder, who had done what -little talk
ing there was so far, apd, seized with
a sudden animation, he immediately
rose to his feet.
"Many thanks, senor,” he said with
n crinjlng and specious politeness.
n We have come far and the trail Is
long, so we will eat. The times are
hard for poor men now—this traitor,
JMadero’, has made us all hungry. It is
by him that we poor working men aro
driven to Insurrection —but we know*
that the Americans are our friends.
Yes, senor, 1 will take some of your
Beans, and thank you.”
He filled a plate as he spoke and
lifted a biscuit from the oven, con
tinuing with hki false patter while the
others fell to in silence.
“Perhaps you have heard, senor,” ho
west on, “the saying which is in the
land: Mncho trab&Jo, pgco dlnero;
bo hay frijbles, viva Made.o! [Much
(work* little n»oo«jr; no beans, long
Ittvt MaderoU
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“That, in truth, is no jest to the
Mexican people. This man baa be
trayed us all; he lias ruined the coun
try and set brother against brother.
And now, while we starve because tlie
mines are shut down, he gathers his
family about him in the city and lives
fat on the money he has stolen.”
He ran on In this style, after the
fashion of the revoltosos, and by the
very commonplace of his fulminations
Bud was thrown completely off his
guard. That Was the way they all
talked, these worthless bandit-beggars
--that and .telling how they loved the
Americanos —and then. If they got a
chance, they would stick a knife in
your back.
He listened to the big mar. with a
polite toleration, being careful not to
turn his back, and ate a few bites as
he waited, but though it was coming
dusk the Mexicans were in no hurry
to depart. Perhaps they hoped to stop
for the night and get him in his sleep.
Still they lingered on, the leader sit
ting on a log and continuing his
harangue.
Then, In the middle of a sentence,
and while Bud was bending over the
fire, the Mexican stopped short and
leaned to one side. A tense silence
fell, and Hooker was waked from his
trance by the warning click of a gun
lock. Suddenly his mind came back
to bis guests, and he ducked like a
flash, but even as he went dtfSvn he
heard the hammer clack!
The gun had snapped!
Instantly Hooker’s hand lea|>ed to
Ills pistol and he fired from the. hip
pointblank at the would-be murderer.
With a yell to the others, one of the
Mexicans sprang on him from behind
and tried to bear him down. They
struggled for a moment while Bud
shot blindly with hiß pistol and went
down fighting.
Bud was a giant compared to the
stunted Mexicans, and he threw them
about like dogs that hang on to a bear.
With a man in each hand he rose to
his feet, crushing them down beneath
him; then, In despair of shaking off
his rider, he staggered a few steps
■ and hurled himself over backward into
I the fire.
j A yell of agony followed their fall
and, as the live coals bit through the
Mexican's thin shirt, he fought like a
cat to get free. Rocks, pots and ket
tles were kicked In every direction,
and when Hooker leaped to his feet
the Mexican scrambled up and rushed
madly for the creek.
But, though Bud was free, the bat
tle had turned against him, for in the
brief interval of his fight the other
two Mexicans had run for tbelr guns.
The instant he rose they covered him.
Their chief, who by some miracle had
escaped Bud's shot,, gave a shout for
Threw Them About Like Doga That
Hang Onto a Bear.
them to halt. Cheated of his victim at
the first he was claiming the right to
kill.
As Hooker stood blinded by the
smgke and ashes the fellow took de
liberate aim— and once more his rifle
snapped. Then, as the other Mexi-'
cans stood agape, surprised at the
failure of the shot, the cannonlike
whang of a Mauser rent the air and
1 the leader crumpled down in a heap.
> An instant later a shrill yell rose
. from up the canyon and, as the two
1 Mexicans started and stared. Amigo
i came dashing in upon them, u spitting
’ pistol in one hand and his terrible
■ “wood-chopping” knife brandished
‘ high in the other.
In the dusk his eyes and teeth
I gleamed white, hie black hair seemed
■ to bristle with fury, and the glint of
> his long knife made a light as he
vaulted over the last rock And went
1 plunging on their track. For, at the
> first glance at this huge, pursuing fig
ure. the two Mexicans had turned and
i bolted like rabbits, and now, as the
I Yaqui whirled in after them, Bud could
hear them squealing and scrambling
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as he bunted them down among the
rocks.
It wss grim work, too, even for his \
stomach, but Hooker let the Indian fol- 1
low his nature. When Amigo came
back from his bunting there was noj
noed to ask questions. His eyes shone
hp terribly that Hooker said nothing,
but set about cleaning up camp.
After he had washed the ashes from i
his eyes, and when the fury had van
i iahed from Amigo’s face, they went as
: by common consent and gazed at the
j body of the chief of the deeperudoes.
i Rven in death liis face seemed strange
ly familiar; but as Hooker stood gaz
ing at him the Yaqui picked up his
gun.
”Look!” he said, and pointed to a
bullet-splash where, us Mexican
. held the gun across his breast. Bud’s
pistol shot had flattened harmlessly j
against .the lock. It was that which
had saved the Mexican chief from in ,
stunt death, and the jar of the shot
hud doubtless broken the rifle and |
saved Hud. in turn, from the second '
shot.
All this was In the Yaqui’s as he
carefully tested the action; but, when
down the lever, a cartridge
it™? up from the magazine and glided
smoothly into the breech. With a rifle
full of cartridges the ignorant Mexican
had been snapping on an empty cham
ber, not knowing enough to Jack up a
shell!
For a moment Amigo stared at the
gun and the man. ami his mouth drew
down witli contempt.
“Ha! l'endejo!” he grunted, and
kicked the corpse with his foot.
But if the Mexican had been a fool,
he had paid the price, for the second
tirm* he snapped his gun Amico bad
shot him through and through.
CHAPTER XX.
In a country where witnesses to a
crime are imprisoned along with the
principals and kept more or less in I
definitely in jail, a man thinks twice
before he reports to the police.
With four dead Mexicans to the
Yaqui’s account, and Ilel Hey in
charge of the district, Hooker followed
his second thought—he said nothing,
and took his chances on being arrest
ed for murder. 1'ntil far into the night
Amigo busied himself along the hill
side, and when the sun rose not a sign
remained to tell the story of the fight
Men, horses, saddles and guns—all
had disappeared'. And, after packing a ,
little food in a sack. Amigo disap- j
peared al«o, with a grim smile in prom
ise of return.
The sun rtfbe round and hot, the
same as usual; the ‘south wind came
up and blew into a bellying mass of
clouds, which lashed back with the ac
customed rain; and when all the earth
was washed clean and fresh the last
trace of the struggle was gone. Only '
by the burns on hie hands was Hooker j
aw’are of the fight and of the treachery j
which had reared Its head against him
like a snake which has been warmed
and fed.
Nowhere but in Mexico, where the
low peiado classes have made sucli
deeds a subtlety, could the man be
found to dissimulate like that false j
.assassin-in-chief. To pause suddenly
in a protracted speech, swing over and
pick up a gun, and halt his victim for
the shooting by the preparatory click
of the lock—that indeed called for a
brand of cunning rarely found in the
United States.
There was one thing about the affair
that' vaguely haunted Hooker —why
was it that a man so cunning as that
had failed to load his gun? Twice, and
with everything In his favor, he had
raised his rifle to fire; and both times
it had snapped in his hands. Certainly
ho must have been inept at arms—or
accustomed to single-shot guns.
The reputed magic of the swift-fir
ing rifles evidently had been his undo
ing, but where had he got his new
gun? And who was he, anyway? With
those two baffling questions Bud wres
tled as he eat beside his door, and at
evening hie answer came.
The sun was swinging low* and he
was collecting wood down the gulch
for a fire when, with a sudden thud of
hoofs, a horseman rounded the point
and came abruptly to a halt. It was
Aragon, and he was spying on the
camp.
For a full minute he scanned the
house, tent and mine with a look so
snaky and sinister that Bud could read
his heart like a book. Here was |he
man who had sent the assassins, and
he had come to view their work!
Very slowly Bud’s hand crept
toward his six-shooter but, slight as
was the motion, Aragon caught it and
sat frozen in place. Then, with an
. inarticulate cry, he fell flat on his
.horse’s neck and went spurring out
of sight.
The answer to Bud's questions was
i very easy now.,. The Mexican who had
led th4 attempt on his life was one
i of Aragon’s bad men. one of the four
• gunmen whom Hooker had looked
i over so carefully when they came to
■' drive him from the mine, and Aragon
i had fitted him out with new arms to
i make the result more sure. But with
I that question answered there came up
another and another until, in a sud
> den clarity of vision. Bud Baw through
> the hellish plot and beheld himself
» the master.
; As man to man, Aragon would not
> dare to face him now, for he knew
[ that he merited death. By his sly
approach, by the look in his eyes and
t the dismay of his frenzied retreat.
I he had acknowledged more surely
f than by words his guilty knowledge
i of the raid. Coming to a camp where
l he expected to find all dead and still,
i he had found himself face to face
. with the very man he had sought to
I kill. How. then, had the American
> escaped destruction, and what had
I occurred to his men?
; Perhaps, In his ignorance, Aragon
_ f—
waa raging at his hirelings because
they had shirked their task; perhaps.
1 not knowing that they were dead, be
1 was waiting In a fever of impatience
! for them to accomplish the deed. Hov
<j ever it waa. Bud saw that he held the
high card,, and he was not slow to act
In the morning he saddled Copper
’ Bottom, who had been confined to the
j corral for weeks, and went galloping
! into town. There he lingered about
' the hotel until he saw his man and
started boldly toward him. Surprise,
; alaTm and pitiful fear Chased them
! Helves across Aragon’s face as he
stood, but Bud walked proudly by."
"Good morning, senor!" was all Bud
said, but the look in his eyes was I
I eloquent of a grim hereafter.
And instead of hurrying back to
j guard his precious mine Hooker loi-
J lored carelessly about town. His
The Artillery Drove Them Back.
j mine was safe now — and lie was safe.
Aragon dared not raise a hand. So he
eat himself down on the broad veranda
and listened with boyish interest to
i Don Juan's account of the war.
“What, have you not heard of the
: battle?” cried portly Don Juan, delight
ed to have a fresh listener. “Agua
Negra has been taken and retaken,
! and the railroad will soon be repaired.
I My gracious! have you been out in
the hills that long? Why, it was two
weeks ago that the rebels captured
i lie town by a coup, and eight days
| later the federals took it back.
! “Ah. there has been a real war, Mr.
j liud! You who have laughed at the
I courage of the Mexicans, what do you
think of Bernardo Bravo and his men?
j They captured tho laßt up train from
j Fortuna;* loaded all the men into the
ore cars and empty coaches; and,
while the federals were still in their
barracks, the train ran clear into the
station and took the town by storm.
“And eight days later, at sundown,
the federals took it back. Ah. there
was awful slaughter averted, senor!
But for the fact that the fuse went
out two hundred Yaqui Indians who
led the charge would have been blown
into eternity.
“Yes, so great was the charge of
dynamite that the rebels had laid in
their mine that not a house in Agua
Negra would have been left' standing
i( the fuse had dono its work. Two
tons of dynamite! Think of that, my
friend!
“But these rebels were as ignorant
jof its power as they were of laying
j a train. The Yaquis walked into the
town at sundown and found it de
j sertfed —every mau, woman and child
j had fled to Gadsden and the rebels had
fled to the west.
"But listen, here was the way It
happened—actually, and not as com
mon report has it, for the country is
all In an uproar and the real facts
were never known. When Bernardo
Bravo captured the town of Agua Ne
gra the people acclaimed his a hero.
"He sent word to the junta at El
Paso and set up a new form of gov
ernment. All was enthusiasm, and
several Americans joined his ranks
i to operate the machine guns and can
i non. As for the federals, they occu
. pled the country to the east and at
i tempted a few sallies, but as they
had nothing but* their rifles, the artil
lery drove them back.
“Then, as the battle ceased, the
i rebels began to celebrate their vic
l tory. They broke into the closed can
tinas, disobeying their officers and *»•-
i ginning the loot of the town, and
while half of their number were drunk
the federals, being Informed or their
i condition, suddenly advanced upon
I them, with the Yaquis far in the lead,
i “They did not shoot, those Yaquis;
‘ but, dragging their guns behind them.
I they crept up through the bushes and
• dug pits quite close to the lines. Then,
i when the rebels discovered them and
• manned their guns, the Yaquis shot
i down the gunners.
> “Growing bolder, they crept farther
■ to the front—the rebels became dlsor
i ganized, their men became mutinous—
■ and at last, when they saw they would
surely be taken, the leaders burled
: two tons of dynamite In the trenches
by the bull-ring and set a time-fuse,
' to explode when the Yaquis arrived. '
l “The word spread through the town
• like wildfire —all the people, all the
’ soldiers fled every which way to es
> cape—and then, when the worst was
i expected to happen, the dynamite
• failed to explode and the Yaquis
i rushed the trenches at sundown.”
> “Did those Yaquiß know about the
> dynamite?” inutr-ed Bud.
I , “Know ?“ repeated Don Juan, waving
the thought away, "not a word! Their
> commander* kept It from them, even
i after they discovered the mine. And
, now the Indians are making boasts;
i they are drank with the thought of
i Jheir valor and claim that the rebels
fled from them alone.
"The roadmaster came into town
this morning on a velocipede and said
that the Yaquis are insufferable, think
ing that it was their renown as fight
ers and not the news of the dynamite
that drove all the soldiers from town.
“However, Agua Negra is once more
, in the bands of the government; the
track is clear and most of the bridges
repaired; so why quarrel with the
Yaquis? While they are, of course,
nothing but Indians, they serve their
purpose in battle.”
“Well, I guess yes!” responded Bud.
warmly. “Serve their purpose, eh?
Where were these Mexican soldiers
and them Spanish officers when the
Yaquis were taking the town? And
that was just like a dog-goned Mexi
can—setting that time-fuse and then
not having it go off. More’n likely the
poor yap that fired it was so scairt he
couldn't hold a match —probably
never lit It, jest dropped tho match
and run. They’re a bum bunch, if
-you want to know what I think. I’d
rather have £ Yaqui than a hundred
of ’em!”
"A hundred of whom?" inquired u
cool voice behind him. and looking up
Hooker saw the beautiful Gracia gaz
ing out at him through the screen
door. ,
“A hundred Mexicans!" he repeated,
and Gracia murmured "Oh!” and waa
gone.
“Miss Aragon is very loyal to her
country,” observed Don Juan, but
.Hooker only grunted. ,
Somehow, since those four Mexicans
had come to his camp, he had soured
on everything south of the line; and
even the charming Gracia could not
make him take back his words. If she
had intended the remark as a chal
lenge—a subtle invitation to follow
her and defend his faith—she failed
for once of her purpose, for if there
was any particular man in Mexico that
Bud hated more than another It was
her false-hearted father.
Hooker had, in fact, thought more
seriously of making her a half-orphan
than of winning her good-will, and he
lingered about the hotel, not to make
love to the daughter, but to strike ter
ror to Aragon.
The company being good, and a
train being expected Boon, Bud ntayed
over another day. In the morning,
when he came down for breakfast, he
found that Aragon had fled before him.
With hie wife, daughter and retinue,
he had moved suddenly hack to his
home. Hooker grinned when Don Juan
told him the news.
"Well, why not?” he asked, chuck
ling maliciously. "Here it’s the mid
dle of the rainy season and the war
going on all summer and nary a rebel
in sight. Where’s that big fight you
was telling about—the battle of For
tuna? You’ve made a regular fortune
out of these refugees, Brachamonte,
but I fall to see enemy."^
“All, you may laugh.” shrugged the
hotel-keeper, “but wait! The time will
come. The rebels are lost now —some
day, when you least expect it, they
will come upon us and then, believe
me, my guests will be glad they are
here. What is a few weeks’ bill com
pared to being held for ransom? Look
at that rich Senor Luna, who was here
for a time in the spring. Against my
advice he hurried home and now he
is paying the price. Ten thousand
pesos it cost to save his wife and
family, and for himself and son his
friends advanced ten thousand more!
I make no evil prophecies, but it
would be better for our friend if he
stayed on at my poor hotel.”
“Whose friend?” inquired Bud
bluffly, but Don Juan struck him upon
the back with elephantine playfulness
and hurried off to his duties.
As for Hooker, he tarried in town
until he got his mail and a copy of
the Sunday paper and then, well sat
isfied that the times were quiet and
wars t} thing of the past, he ambled
back to the Eagle Tail and settled
down for a rest.
Flat on his back by the doorway
he lay on his bed and smoked, reading
his way through the lurid supplement
and watchlug the trail with one eye.
; Since the fight with Aragon's Mexi
-1 cans all his apprehensions had left
him. He had written briefly to Phil
and Kruger, and now he was holding
' the fort.
It had been a close shave, but he
had escaped the cowardly assassins
and had Aragon in his power. Not by
1 any force of law, but by the force of
fear and the gnawing weakness of Ara
gon’s own evil conscience.
Aragon was afraid of what he had
1 done, but it was the suspense which
rendered him so pitiable. On a day
he had sent four armed Mexicans
1 to kill this Texan —not one had re
turned and the Texan regarded him
sneermgly. This it was that broke
* the Spaniard’s will, for he knew not
1 what to think. But as for Bud, he lay
* on his back by the doorway and
| laughed at the funny page.
As he sprawled there at his reading,
Amigo came in from the hills, and he,
too, was content to relax. Gravely
scanning the colored sheet, his dark
* face lighted up.
! It was all very peaceful and pleas
-1 ant, but it was not destined to last.
* (TO BE CONTINUED.)
Real Boss.
i Wlgg—“Young Bjones thinks he is
» a born leader.” Wagg—“Oh, many a
- fellow who thinks he was born to
i command marries a 'woman who waa
> born to countermand."—Philadelphia
i Record.
Is In All Men's Power.
It is prodigious the quantity of good
t that may be done by one man if he
r will make a business of It—Benjamin
i Franklin.
A MINISTER'S WIFE
Always
Speaks
a Good
Word
For
Pertma.
A _
Splendid
Woman
Mrs. O. F. McHarguff, 147 W. 9th
fit., Jacksonville, Florida, writes; *T
had catarrh and throat trouble.
Three bottles of Peruna cured me.
As a minister's wife I come in con
tact with all classes of people, and
shall always speak a good word for
Peruna. I have given trio/ bottles
to a few friends. Wishing you abun- #
dant success. I remain, yours truly.*
Inventor of the Airbrake.
Who really invented the airbrake?
Certainly the automatic airbrake, the
one that has proved practicable and of
permanent value 1° modern railroad
ing. was the product of late George
Westinghouse’s ingenuity. His patent
for the automatic brake was taken out
in 1872, superseding the non-automatic x
or “straight” Westinghouse airbrake
patented in I860, and later the West
inghouse vacuum brake was Invented.
But, as In the case of most other in
ventions, there are several claimants
for originality in this field. Thus
Mme. M. Drouanet, daughter of M.
Debruges of Paris, claims the distinc
tion of priority for her father. The
New York Times lias a letter from
State Senator William P. Flero of
White Plains containing a patent office
declaration by his grandfather, Henry
Miller, of a “new and useful improve
ment in the application of steam and
compressed air to the purpose of op
erating railroad brakes,” recorded Jan- t
nary 2, 1855. Mr. Miller was doubt
less a pioneer In the progress of air
brake invention.
Empty Titles.
The emperor of Austria, it has been
noted, lays claim to the title marquis
of Antwerp. If all European sover
eigns could make good their minor
territorial titles there would, indeed,
be a reconstruction of the man. The
king of Italy, for instance, is officially
styled king of Sardinia, France, Spain
and England, of Italy and Jerusalem,
of Greece and Alexandria, of Hamburg
and Sicily, Master of the Deep, King
of the Earth. The king of Spain also
claims to be king of Jerusalem, king
of Galicia (a title shared with the em
peror of Austria), and, in addition,
king of Gibraltar, of the West Indies
and of India.
Better Name.
Tho dog was a curious creature b'ith
a short body arid long dangling ears. %
The newsboy owner was proud, how
ever, as he held it in leash.
“What kindo purp is it?” asked an
acquaintance.
“Pachsunt,” replied the newsle.
“Dash hound?”
“That’s what I said.”
“Dash nothing,” the other contempt
uously retorted, “it looks more a
hyphen.”—Youngstowu Telegram. W
Socia! Welfare.
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First Barroom Politician —Say, BllC
wot’s this bloomin’ raortuarium they
be tarkin’ so much about?
Second Politician—Well, ye see, it’s
like this. You don’t pay nothin’ to no
body and the government pays it for
Ye.
First Politician —Well, that sounds a
bit of all right, don’t it.—Lohcon
Punch.
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A Word From the Weary.
“You seem inclined to favor criti
cisms of the railroads.”
“Yes,” replied the weary statesman;
“I’m tired of having them criticize my
motives. Let ’em criticize somebody’s*
locomotivee.”
If you wish beautiful, clear white
clothes, use Red Cross Bag Blue. At all
good grocers. Adv.
Many a woman regrets that she
didn’t change her mind before she
changed her name.
Keep Down Uric Add
Uric acid Is a poison formed Inside our bodies
In dtuesting certain foods, especially meat,
and by the burning up of nerve and muscle
cells daring exertion.
Urlo acid is harmless as long as the kidneys
filter It promptly from the blood, bat people
who overdo and overeat, make nrlo acid so fast
that it overloads tbe blood, weakens the kid
neys, and attacks the nerves, causing rheu
matic palna It forms gravel, hardens the
arteries and brlngson dropsy or Bright’s disease.
By restoring the kidneys to normal activity
B Kidney Fills help to overcoma excess
urlo acid-
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