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By Edna Ferber Copyright by Edna Ferber. WND Service. WHAT WENT BEFORE Yancey Cravat, just returned from the newly opened Indian ter ritory where he participated in the Kun over the border, relates his adventures to a gathering of the Venable family. Yancey Is a criminal lawyer, editor of the Wichita Wigwam, and husband of Sabra Cravat. When the Kun started, Yancey i*aced his pony against the thoroughbred mount of a girl. The thoroughbred broke two legs and when Yarjcey stopped to shoot it, the girl grabbed his pony and beat him to the land he wanted. Yancey, with his wife and four-year-old son, Cimarron, start for twe Oklahoma country. They arrive to start a newspaper. He declares he intends to find the murderer of Pegler editor of the New Day. Yancey shows he can handle a gun. Preparations for the publication of the Wigwam are completed. Yancey accepts an invitation ;o conduct church serv ices on Sunday. Grat Gotch lends his gambling tent for the serv ices. The place is packed. Before he starts his seimon, Yancey an nounces lie has learned who killed Pegler. He stoops in time to es cape a bullet fired by Lon Youn tis and then kills Yountis, an nouncing that Yountis murdered Pegler. Sabra's second child, Don na, is three years old when she returns to Wichita for her first visit. CHAPTER Vll—Continued. —ll “Thursday! Hut that's the day the paper conies out.” “Well, the Wigwam ain’t been so regular since you been away." She allowed that to pass without com ment. “Up in the hills he stum bles on Doctor Valliant, drunk, but not so drunk he don’t recognize Yancey. Well, he tells Yancey, drunk as he is, that he’s right in the camp where the Kid and his gang Is hiding out. One of them was hurt bad in that last Santa Fe hold-up at Cimarron. Like to died, only they sent for doc. and he came and saved him. They got close to thirty thousand that trick, and It kind of went to their heads. Val liant overheard them planning to ride in here to Osage, like today, and hold up the Citizens’ National In broad daylight like the Kid al ways does. They was already started. Well, Yancey off on his horse to warn the town, and knows he’s got to detour or he’ll come on the gang and they’ll smell a rat. Well, say, he actually did meet ’em. Came on ’em, accidental. The Kid sees him and grins that wolf grin of his and sings out, ‘Yancey, you still runnin’ that paper of yourn down at Osage?’ Yancey says, ‘Yes.’ ‘Well, say,’ he says, ‘how much is it?’ Yancey says a dollar a year. The Kid reaches down nnd throws Y’ancey a shot sack with ten silver dollars In It. ’Send me the paper for ten years,' he says. ‘Where to?’ Yancey asks him. Well, say, the Kid laughs that wolf laugh of his again and he says, i never thought of that. I’ll have to leave you know later.’ Well, Yancey, looking as meek and mealy-mouthed as a baby, he rides his way, he’s got a little book of poems in his hand and he’s reading ns he rides, or pretending to, hut first chance he sees he cuts across the hills, puts his horse through the gullies and Into the draws and across the scrub oaks like he was a circus horse or a centipede or something. He gets Into Osage, dead tired and his horse In a lather, ten minutes before the Kid and his gang sweeps down Pawhuska avenue, their six-shoot ers barking like a regiment was coming, and makes a rush for the bank. But the town is expecting them. Say! Blood!" Sabra waited for no more. She turned. And as she turned she saw coming down the road in a cloud of dust a grotesque scarecrow, all shanks nnd teeth and rolling eyes. Black Isaiah. “No’m. Miss Sabra, he ain’t hurt —not what yo’ rightly call hurt. No. ma'am. Jes' a nip In de arm, and he got it slung in a black silk hand'chief and looks right sma't handsome. They wouldn’t let him along noways. Ev’ybody in town they shakin' his hand caze he shoot the shot dat kill de Kid. An’ you know what he do then. Miss Sabra? He kneel down a’ he cry like a baby. . . . Le’ me tote ris yere valise. Ah kin tote Mis Don na, too. My. she sho’ growed !” The newspaper office, the print shop, her parlor, her kitchen, her bedroom, were packed with men in boots, spurs, sombreros; men in overalls; women with children. Mrs. Wyatt was there—the Philo matheans as one woman were there; Dixie Lee, actually; every one but —sinisterly—Louie Hefner. “Well, Mis’ Cravat. 1 guess you must be pretty proud of him! . . . You missed the shootin’. Mis’ Cra vat, but you’re in time to help Yan cey celebrate. . . . Say, the San ta Fe alone offered five thousand dollars foi the capture of the Kid, dead or alive. Yancey gets it. all right. And the Katy done the same. And they’s a government price on his head, and the Citizens' Nation al is making up a purse. You’ll be ridin’ in your carriage, settin’ in silks, from now.” Yancey was standing at his desk In the Wigwam office. He looked up ns she came in, and at the look In his face she forgave him his neg lect of her; forgave him the house full of what Felice Venable would term riffraff and worse; his faith lessness to the Wigwam. Donna, tired and frightened, had set up a wail. Cim. bewildered, had gone on a rampage. But as Yancey took a stumbling step toward her she had only one child, and that one need ed her. She thrust Donna again Into Isaiah’s arms; left Cim whirl- ing among the throng; ran toward him. She was In his great arms, but it was her arms that seemed to sustain him. “Sabra. Sugar Send them away. I’m so tired. Oh, God, I’m so tired.” Next day they exhibited the body of tiie Kid in the new plate glass show window of Hefner’s Furniture Store and Undertaking Parlors. All Osage came to view him; they rode in on trains, on horses, in wagons, in ox carts for miles and miles around. The Kid. The boy who, in his early twenties, had sent no one knew how many men to their death—whose name was the symbol for terror and dar ing and merciless marauding throughout the Southwest. Even in the East —in New’ York—the name of the Kid was known. Stories had been written about him. He was, long before his death, a mythical figure. And now he. to gether with Clay McNulty, his lieu tenant. lay side by side, quite still, quite passive. Sabra did a strange, a terrible thing. Yancey would not go near the grisly window. Sabra upheld him; denounced the gaping crowd as scavengers and ghouls Then, suddenly, at the last minute, as the sun was setting blond red across the prairie, she walked out of the house, down the road, as If Im pelled. as If In a trance, like a sleep walker, and stood before Hefner's window. The crowd made way for her respectfully. They knew her. This was the wife of Yancey Cra vat, the man whose name appeared In headlines In every newspaper throughout the United States, and even beyond the ocean. They had dressed the two bandits in new cheap black suits of store clothes, square in cut. clumsy, so that they stood woodenly away from the lean hard bodies. Clay McNulty’s face had a faintly sur prised look. His long sandy mus tache drooped over a mouth singu larly sweet and resigned. But the face of the boy was fixed in a smile that brought the lips in a sardonic snarl away from the wolf-like teeth, and the eyes, whose lightning glance hau pierced you through and through like one of the bullets from his own dreaded six-shooters, now were extinguished forever be hind the waxen shades of his eye lids. It was at the boy that Sahra looked; and having looked she turned and walked back to the house. They gave them a decent funeral and a burial with everything in proper order, and when the minis ter refused to read the service over these tw sinners Yancey consented to do it and did. standing there with the fresh-turned mounds of red Oklahoma clay sullying his fine high-heeled boots, and the sun hlaz ing down upon the curling locks of his uncovered head. They put up two rough wooden slabs, marking the graves. But sou venir hunters with little bright knives soon made short work of those. The two mounds sank low er, lower. Soon nothing marked this spot on the prairie to differ entiate It from the red clay that stretched for miles all about it They sent to Yancey, by mail. In checks, and through solemn com mittees in store clothes and white collars, the substantial money re wards that, for almost five years, had been offered by the Santa Fe road, the M. K. & T„ the govern ment itself, and various banks, for the capture of the Kid. dead or alive. Yancey refused every penny of It. The committees, the townspeople, “But the Town Is Expecting Them.” the county, were shocked and even offended. Sabra, tight lipped, at last broke out in protest. “We could have a decent house — a new printing press—Cim’s educa tion —Donna—” “I don’t take money for killing a man,” Yancey repeated, to each offer of money. The committees and the checks wefat back as they had come. • ••*••• Sabra noticed that Yancey’s hand shook with a perceptible palsy be fore breakfast, and that this was more than ever noticeable as that hand approached the first drink of whisky swallowed before he ate a morsel. He tossed it down as one who. seeking relief from pain, takes medicine. When he returned the glass to the table he drew a deep breath. His hand was, miraculous ly, quite steady. More and more he neglected the news and business details of the Wigwam. He was restless, moody, distrait. Sabra remembered with a pang of dismay something that he had said on first coming to Osage. ”G —d, when I think of those years In Wichita! Almost five years in one place—that’s the longest stretch I’ve ever done.” The newspaper was prospering, for Sabra gave more and more time to it. But Yancey seemed to have lost Interest, as lie did in any ven ture once it got under way. Even in the courtroom or while addressing a meeting of townspeo ple Y’ancey sometimes would be have strangely. lie would stop in the midst of a florid period. At once a creature savage and over civilized, tlie flaring lamps, the hot. breathless atmosphere, the vacuous white faces looming up at him like balloons would repel him. He had been known to stalk out. leaving them staring. In the courtroom he was an alarming figure. When he was defending a local county or Territorial case they flocked from miles around to hear him. and the crude pine shack that was the courtroom would he packed to suf focation. He towered over any jury of frontiersmen —a behemoth in a Prince Albert coat and fine lin en, his great shaggy buffalo's head charging menacingly at his op ponent. His was the florid hifa lutin oratory of the day, full of sen timent, hyperbole, and wind. But he could be trenchant enough when needs he; and his charm, his mag netic power, were undeniable, and almost Invariably he emerged from the courtroom victorious. Sabra saw more and more to the editing and to the actual printing of the Oklahoma Wigwam. She got in as general housewnrker and helper an Osage Indian girl of fifteen who had been to the Indian school and who had learned some of the rudiments of household duties; cleaning, dishwashing, laun dering, even some of the simpler forms of cookery. She tended Donna, as well. Her name was Arita Red Feather, a quiet gentle girl who went about the house in her calico dress and moccasins and had be told everything over again, daily. Isaiah was beginning to he too big for these duties. He was something of a problem In the household. At the suggestion that he be sent hack to Wichita he set up a howling and wailing and would not be consoled until both Sabra and Yancey assured him that he might remain with them for ever. When Jesse Rickey was too drunk to stand at the type case and Yancey was off on some legal matter, he slowly and painstaking ly helped Sabra to make possible the weekly issue of the Oklahoma Wigwam. Sabra. in a pinch, even tried her unaccustomed hand at an occa sional editorial, though Yancey seldom failed her utterly in this department. A rival newspaper set up quarters across the street and. for two or three months, kept up a feeble pretense of existence. Y'an cey’s editorials, during this period, were extremely personal. But It was Sabra who held the women readers with her accounts of the veal loaf, coleslaw, baked beans, and angel-food cake served at the church supper, and the some what touching decorations nnd cos tumes worn at the wedding of a local or county belle. If. In the quarter of a century that followed, every trace of the settling of the Oklahoma country had been lost, excepting only the numbers of the Oklahoma Wigwam, there still would have been left a clear and Inclusive record of the lives, morals, political and social and economic workings of this bizarre community. Week by week, month by month, the reader could have noticed in its columns what ever of progress was being made in this fantastic slice of the republic of the United States. Sabra. except for Y’ancey’s grow ing restlessness, was content enough. The children were well; the paper was prospering; she had her friends; the house had taken on an aspect of comfort; they had added another bedroom. She was. in away, a leader in the crude so cial life of the community. Church suppers; sewing societies; family picnics. One thing rankled deep. Yancey had been urged to accept the office of territorial delegate to congress (without vote) and had refused. All sorts of territorial political posi tions were held out to him. The eiy of Guthrie, capital of the ter ritory, wooed him in vain. He laughed at political position, re jected all offers of political na ture. Now he was being offered the position of governor of the ter ritory His oratory, his dramatic quality, his record in many affairs. Including the I’egler murder and the shooting of the Kid. had spread his fame even beyond the South west. “Oh. Yancey!” Sabra thought of the Venables, the Marceys. the Vians, the Goforths. At last her choice of a mate was to he vindi cated. Governor! But Yancey shook his head. There was no moving him. He would go on the stump to make others congressmen and governors, but he himself would take no office. “Palavering to a lot of greasy office seekers and panhandlers! Dancing to the tune of that gang in Washington! I know the whole dirty lot of them.” Restless. Moody. Irritable. Riding out into the prairies to be gone for days. Coming hack to regale Cim with stories of evenings spent on this or that far-off reservation, smoking and talking with Chief Big Horse of the Cherokees. with Chief Buffalo Hide of the Chickasaws, with old Black Kettle of the Osages. But he was not always like this. There were times when his old fiery spirit took possession. He en tered the fight for the statehood of Oklahoma territory, and here he en countered opposition enough even THE COOLTDGE EXAMINER for him. He was for the cnn-udi dation of the Oklahoma territory and the Indian territory under single statehood. The thousands who were opposed to the Indians— who looked upon them as savages totally unfit for citizenship—fought him. A year after their coming to Oklahoma the land had been di vided into two territories —one owned and occupied by the Indian tribes, the other owned by the whites. Here the Cravats lived, on tiie border line. And here was Y’ancey, fighting week after week, in tiie editorial and news columns of tiie Oklahoma Wigwam, for the rights of the Indians; for the con solidation ol the two halves as one state. Y’et. unreasonably enough, tie sympathized with the Five Civ ilized Tribes in their efforts to re tain their tribal laws in place of the United States court laws which were being forced upon them. He made a thousand hitter enemies Many of the Indians themselves were opposed to him. These were for separate statehood for the In dian territory, the state to he known as Sequoyah, after the great Cherokee leader of that name. Sabra, who at first had paid little heed to these political proh lerns, discovered that she mus» J|p “Good G—d! Sleeves.” know something of them as pro tection against those times (in creasingly frequent) when Yancey was absent and she must get out the paper with only the uncertain aid of Jesse Rickey. N Sabra game home one afternoon from a successful and stirring meet ing of the Twentieth Century Philo mathean Culture club (the two hart now formed a pleasing whole) m which she had read a paper en titled. “Whither, Oklahoma?" Ii had been received with much up plause on the part of Osage’s twen ty most exclusive ladies, who hn<l heard scarcely a word of it. fheii minds being intent on Sabra’s nev dress. She had worn it for the first time at tiie club meeting, and it was a bombshell far exceeding any tumult that her paper might create. Her wealthy Cousin Bella French Vian, visiting the World's fair in Chicago, had sent it. It consisted of a blue serge skirt, cut wide anrt flaring at tiie hein hut snug at the hips; a waist-length blue serge Eton Jacket trimmed with black soutache braid; and a garment called a shirtwaist to he worn be neath the jacket. But astonishing —revolutionary—as all this was. it was not the tiling that caused the eyes of feminine Osage to bulge with envy and despair. The sleeves' They riveted the attention of those present, to the utter neglect ot “Whither. Oklahoma?" Tiie balloon sleeve now appeared for tiie first time in the Oklahoma territory, sponsored by Mrs. Yancey Cravat They were bouffant, enormous; a yard of material at least had gone into each of them. Every woman present, was, in her mind, tearing to rag strips, bit by bit. every gown in her own scanty wardrobe. Sabra returned home, flushed elated. She entered byway of tiie newspaper office, seeking Yancey’s approval. Curtsying and dimpling she stood before him. She wanted him to see the new costume before she must thriftily take it off for ♦he preparation of supper. Yancey’s comment, as she pirouetted for his approval, infuriated her. “Good G —d! Sleeves! Let tiie squaws see those and they’ll be throwing away their papoose boards and using the new fashion for car r.ving their babies, one in each sleeve." “They’re the very latest tiling in Chicago. Cousin Bella French Vian wrote that they’ll be even fuller than this by autumn.” “By autumn," echoed Yancey. He held in his hand a slip of paper. Later she knew that it was a tele gram—one of the few telegraphic messages which the Wigwam’s somewhat sketchy service received “Listen, sugar. President Cleve land's just issued a proclamation setting September sixteenth for the opening of the Cherokee strip.” “Cherokee strip?” “Six million, three hundred thou sand acres of Oklahoma land to be opened for white settlement. Tiie government has bought it from tiie Cherokees. It was all to be theirs —ail Oklahoma. Now they’re push ing them farther and farther out.’ “Good thing,” snapped Sabra, still cross about the matter of Yan cey’s indifference to her costume. Indians. Who cared! She raised her arms to unpin her hat. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Meal From Bean Carob meal is made from a bean which resembles the lima bean, but is of reddish brown color and tender enough to chew The pods containing the beans grown upon trees similar to locust trees which are found in Mexico and the south western United States. Carnb meal is used In this country as stock feed. EM BEST TO “ CUT OUT” TUBERCULOUS HENS Safest Method Is to Raise New Flock. It is generally conceded that the fowl tuberculosis germ is not car ried in the eggs. and. therefore, eggs are perfectly safe to use. even though the hens laying them are in the earlier stages of the disease. The tuberculosis germ is one that is quickly killed by heat, hence cooking would destroy such germs even if they were present. We doubt if it is advisable to keep a flock of hens having tuber culosis to any considerable extent. Avian or fowl tuberculosis affects chiefly the liver and other digestive organs. The disease is communi cated by food or water contaminat ed by bowel discharges; hence when a large number have the dis ease, keeping the healthy looking fowls usually means perpetuation of tlie disease, for one by one those that have the germs in them will reach the consumptive stage and scatter more infection. If you want to keep pul lets or healthy looking young hens you should confine them to a yard that can easily be made safe by changing the top soil. I.et tiie disinfection of the range begin at once. There is a tuberculin test by which the disease can be weeded out of a flock in the course of two or three years, but unless the Hock is a valuable one the better plan is to change completely, be ginning with chicks and raising them on clean ground.—Nebraska Farmer. Cut Out Non-Producers and Save Cost of Feed According to the poultry depart ment of the New York State Col lege of Agriculture, feed Is about one-half of the c»st of keeping a hen. 90 pounds being required per year for slightly better than aver age production. During the past 11 years the number of eggs per hen to pay for her cost of feed has ranged from 48 to 72 per year, av eraging 02. In 1980, it required 09 eggs per hen annually to pay her feed costs. About ten dozen are required per bird to pay the entire cost. On this basis you can easily esti mate what your own flock Is do ing As with the dairy so with the poultry, this is the year to weed out the non-producers mercilessly. Fortunately, the ratio between feed and eggs is relatively good, so that if you do cull closely and then exercise more than usual care your poultry business may come through fairly well during the next year.—American Agriculturist. Watch Flock’s Condition Fowls should be handled fre quently if one is to know their true condition. They are disturbed least by doing this at night after they have gone to roost. If too fat. reduce the feed and increase the amount of bran If results are still poor, increase the amount of animal feed, such as meat, scraps, etc. Hens with too much fat are not in good laying condition be cause the fat prevents the egg from passing through the egg duct. It takes some experience In handling to detect the “pink of condition” in a laying hen. but it is a knack that can be easily acquired. To Cool Eggs Adaptation of the old-fashioned Iceless cooler to the cooling of eggs is reported as having been tried successfully by Prof. .1. K. Dough erty of the poultry husbandry di vision. University of California. To insure the burlap covering of the cooler is kept damp, water is fed to it by water tubing from a reservoir on top, the supply of wa ter to which is regulated by a float valve. Copper sulphate is intro duced into the witter to stay the destructive effect of mildew on the burlap. POULTRY FACTS Chickens need at least four square feet per bird in small houses. * • * It is claimed that a hen’s eggs reach maximum size during her second year’s laying. * * * Wiring the dropping boards in the hen house not only helps to control worm infestation but keeps eggs cleaner. * * • Eggs should be put in crates with the large end up in order to pre vent breaking the air cell when the eggs are being hauled to mar ket. • * * Plenty of yellow corn and green feed answers the question of how to put yellow legs on cockerels for marketing. It is a matter of pig mentation. • * * An egg weighing five ounces was exhibited in Canton, Kan., by O. O. Weaver; it was laid by a Buff Or pington hen, and was inches around, “the long way.” Southwest News Items A verdict of guilty of murder in the second degree against Pantaleon Lo vato of Helen, N. M.. who killed Celso Padilla at Helen last .July, was re turned by a jury at Los Lunas. N. M. The first baby beef show to be held for New Mexico and West Texas 4-H Clubs will be held in El Paso. Oct. 1 to 3, officials of the Southwestern Baby Beef Association announced in Clovis, N. M. Aimee Semple McPherson, evange list of the “Four-Square” Gospel, and David Hutton, voice instructor ot her Angelus Temple in Los Angeles. Calif., were married in a drizzling rain at the Yuma, Ariz., airport. Orville Cosby, charged with steal ing merchandise from a Santa Fe box car at Holbrook, Ariz., last spring, was acquitted by a Superior Court jury in Holbrook in an instructed ver diet given by Judge P. A. Sawyer. Professors E. L Scott and W. G McGinnies of the department of ani mal husbandry at the University of Arizona are investigating a mystery poison, responsible for the death of a number of southern Arizona cattle. Motion for a new trial, asked by de sense attorneys in the case of Tran quilino Marez, found guilty by a jury in Holbrook for the murder of Ricardo Trujillo, was denied by Judge P. A Sawyer in Superior Court in Holbrook, recently. A total of 19,925 persons visited the Carlsbad Caverns National park dur ing the month of August, Superintend ent Thomas Boles said in Carlsbad. This number is considerably under the figure for August, 1930, which was 25,002. Ralph Hamby of Plainview, Texas, undercover operative for federal pro hibition officers, was shot and killed in Las Vegas, N. M„ by J. W. (Jim) Poe. Poe was seriously wounded bv the Las Vegas chief of police before he gave himself up. Because of errors committed at his first trial, Richard Nash Burrow's, 19, adopted son of Mr. and Mrs. Walter Burrows, wealthy Chicago packers, will be re-tried in Phoenix for the murder of Jack Martin, Phoenix, Ariz., auto salesman, on Sept. 24. Efforts to preserve to Arizona all possible evidences of the former cul ture of the early inhabitants of this territory are to be made, according to Dr. Bryon Cummings, archaeology head of the University of Arizona, and a director of the Arizona State Mu seum. C. E. Addains, chairman of the Ari zona State Highway Commission, re ported in Phoenix that $1,898,681.49 was expended by the Highway Depart ment during the first two months of the fiscal year, beginning July 1. Os this, $1,542,892.06 was spent on road construction, exclusive of mainten ance and betterment work. On June 30, Arizona state banks had $2,369,746.75 in their vaults, $82,220.32 of which was gold. On the same date last year cash totaled $2,245,511.92, of which $109,836.54 was gold. Deposits this year amounted to $17,612.63 and bank loans were $23,308,964.12. Post office Department deposits in state banks totaled $1,419,032.36. Mrs. Carrie Adair Armijo and Luis Martinez were granted a new trial by the New Mexico Supreme Court in an opinion in Santa Fe by Justices Wat son, Bickle.v and Sadler. The pair were convicted of conspiracy to rob the treasurer’s office of the Bernalillo county court house of a strong box containing motor vehicle license fees, on December 18, 1929. Frank E. VanDorn, rancher of Cap ulin, N. M., was shot to death with a rifle while seated in his car in front of the ranch home of Everitt “Shorty” Favor. An old cattle feud, regarding the grazing of cattle, is said to have caused the fatal shooting. It was stated in Raton, N. M.. that Favor is being held in connection with the shooting and that he has been released on bond. Heroic deeds of a bygone day, when Arizona was a land of roving, raiding band sos Indian, were relived in reminiscent form in Prescott at the annual convention of the United In dian War Veterans. “The advance guard of the white man's civilization in Arizona” was the manner in which Governor George W. P. Hunt wel comed the former fighters at the opening of their session Mrs. Zora Neal Ross, knife slayer, and Mrs. Dale Talley, burglar, who escaped over the eighteen-foot wall of the Arizona state penitentiary at Flor ence, Ariz., w r ere captured in Phoenix. They wore dark glasses and wigs, but fled into a patch of tall weeds when they saw r officers approaching. They had aroused the suspicion of motor ists who reported seeing them walk ing along the Yuma-Phoenix highway. Fred Daugherty has been appointed chief of police of Winslow, Ariz by the City Council, at a salary of S2OO per month, with Charles Harp and R. L. Neill completing the force Short pamphlets, designed as home economic helps for residents of Ari zona, have been completed by Miss Zella Blake, extension specialist in clothing, and are now ready for dis tribution. The helps have been pre pared as original material and may be secured by communicating with Miss Blake at the University of Arizona in Tucson. Too Much Noise Gerald C. Winthrop, of the New , ork noise abatement commission, aid in an interview: “A haggard woman went into a ra dio supply shop the other day. “‘You keep everything for radio here, don’t you?’ she said to a sales man. “ ‘Everything, madam,’ the sales man told her. “ ‘Then,’ said the woman, ‘let me have an ax.’ ’’ MercolizedWax Keeps Skin Young Got an ounce anti use as directed. Fine particles of aged kin peel off until all defects such as pimples, liver spots, tan r.nd freckles disappear. Skin is then soft and velvety. Your face looks years younger. Mercolised Wax brings out the hidden beeuty of vour skin. To remove wrinkles use one ounce Powdered Saxolito dissolved in one-half pint witch haxel. At dmr stores. Church on Business Basis It costs $1 for each person who wishes to hear Rev. R. B. Hooper, of Fort Worth, Texas, preach. The min ister adopted the box office idea him self. He decided that most persons had money when they went to church, but that a collection plate was not quite the thing to pry it loose. —In- dianapolis News. Get Top Turkey Prices Apparent short crop promises high prices. We tell you how to get an extra profit. Learn the safest, best method of selling. We buy your birds. Send 10c for T urkey Handbook or Write THE PETER FOX SONS CO. The Turkey House of America ; Chicago . ■ . Illinois Lightning’s Prank Lightning struck four sides of a house in Battle Creek. Mich., without injuring the occupants. In the bed room, where Mr. and Mrs. M. J. Ack ley were sleeping, it shattered a mir ror. On the front porch it ruined two sets of golf clubs. 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