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THE HOLBROOK NEWS, HOLBROOK, ARIZ., OCTOBER 13.
THE CROSShCUT Bi Courtney Rtjleij Cooper OoBTt1MkjUule,atnTaOa. ARRY! STNOP8IS. At Thornton Falr chlkt'a death hia son Kobert learns thara bu been a dark period in bla fatber'a Ufa which for almost thirty reaxa baa caused him suffer; In. The sacral la hinted at In a dovutnent left by the elder Fair child, which also Informs Robert he la now owner of a mining claim In Colorado, and advising htm to aea Henry Beamiah, a lawyer. . Beamish tells Robert his claim, a silver mine, la at Ohadl. thirty eight miles from Denver. Ha also warns him ajcainst a certain man. "Squint" Rodalne. hia fathers en emy. Robert decides to go to Ohadl On the road to Ohadl from Denver Fairvhtld asslata a Ctrl, arpr-rently m a frensy of haute, to chxev a tire on her auto. When aha baa left, the sheriff and a posse appear. In pursuit of a band I L Fairchlld. be wildered, misleads them as to the direction the girl had taken. At Ohadi Fairchlld la warmly greeted by "Mother" Howard, boarding house keeper, for his father's sake. From Mother Howard Fairchlld learna something of the mystery connected with the disappearance of "Slssle" Larson, his father's co worker In the mine. He meets the girl he had assisted, but aba denies her Identity. She la Anita Rich mond. Judge Richmond's daughter. Visiting his claim. Fairchlld la shadowed by a man be recognises from descriptions aa "Squint" Ro dalne. CHAPTER VI Continued. Quickly he mnde the return trip, crossing the little bridge over the tur bulent Clear creek and heading toward the boarding bouse. Half a block a wrty he halted, as a woman on the veranda of the big, squarely built "hotel" pointed him out, and the great figure of a man shot through the gate, shouting, and hurried toward him. - A tremendous creature he was, with red face and black hair which seemed to scramble In all directions at once, and with a mustache which appeared to scamper In even more directions than his hair. Fairchlld was a large man; suddenly he felt himself puny "I'm 'Arry Frofn Cornwall!" and inconsequential as the mastodonlc thing before him swooped forward, apread wide the big arms and then caught him tight In them, causing the breath to puff over his lips like the exhaust of a bellows. A release, then Fairchlld felt him self lifted and set down again. Be pulled hard at his breath. "What's the metter with you?" he exclaimed testily. "You've made- a mistake!" "I'm blimed If I 'ave!" bellowed a tornado-III:e voice. "Bilme! Tou look Jut like 'Ira !" "But you're mistaken, old man!" "Blimed If I am!" came again. "You're your dud's own boy ! You look Jut Uke Mm! Don't you know me?" He stepped back then and stood grinning,, his long, heavily muscled arms hanging low at his sides, his mustache trying vainly to stick out in ronr- directions than ever. Fairchlld rubbed a hand across his eyes. "Tou've got me!" came at last, -I" "Yon don't know me? 'Onest now, don't you? I'm 'Arry! Don't you know now? 'Arrv from Cornwall!" CHAPTER VII It came .to Fairchlld then the sen tence in his father's letter regarding someone who would hurry to his aid when he needed him, the references f Beamish, and the allusion of Moth er Howard to a faithful friend. Again the heavy voice boomed: "You know me now. eh?" "You bet ! You're Harry Harklns !" " 'Ark Ins It is ! I came just as soon in I got the cublegram !" "The cablegram?" "Yeh." Harry pawed at his won derful mustache. "From Mr. Beamish, you know. 'E sent It. Said you'd started out 'ere all alone. And I couldn't stand by and let you do that So 'ere I am !" "But the expense, the Jong trip across the ocean, the " " "Ere I am !" paid Harry again. "Ain't that enough?" They had reached the veranda now, to stand talking for a moment, then to go within, where Mother Howard awaited, eyes glowing. In the parlor. Harry flung out both arms. "And I still love you!" he boomed, as he caught the gray-haired, laugh ing woman in his arms. "Even If you did run ine off and wouldn't go back to Corn all !" Red-faced, she pushed him away and slapped his cheek playfully; It was like the tap of a light breeze uirninst granite. Then narry turned. "'Ave yon looked at the mine?" The question brought back to Fair-c-lilld he huppenlngs of the morning and the memory of the man who had trailed him. He told his story, while Mother Howard listened, her arms crossed, her lieud bobbing, and while Hnrry. his big grin still on his Hps. took In the details with avidity. Then the grin faded. "I.es go up there," he said quietly. This time the trip to Kentucky gulch was made by skirting the town ; soon they were on the rough, narrow roadway leading "nto the mountains. A long time they walked, at last to stop in the shelter of the rocks where Fairchlld had shadowed his pursuer, and to glance carefully ahead. No one was In sight. Harry jabbed out a big finger. 'That's It," e announced, "straight a'ead !" They went on, Fairchlld with a grip ping at his throat that would not down. This had been the hope of his father and here his father had met what? He swerved quickly and stopped, facing the bigger man. "Harry." came sharply, "I know that I may be violating an unspoken promise to my father. But I simply can't stand It any longer. What hap pened here? There was some sort of tragedy." Harry chuckled In concealment, Fairchlld thought, of something he did not want to tell him. "I should think sol The timbers gave way and the mine caved In !" "Not that! My father ran away from this town. You and Mother Howard helped him. You didn't coma back. Neither did riy father. Even tually It killed hlra." "So?" Harry looked seriously and studiously ,at the young man. "'E didn't write me of en." "He didn't need to write you. You were here with him when It hap pened." ;,. . "No "j Harry shook his head. "I was In town. What's Mother Howard told you?" "A lot and' nothing." "I don't know any more than she does." "But" "Friends didn't ask questions In those days," came quietly. , "I might 'ave guessed if I'd wanted to but I didn't want to." "But If you had?" Harry looked at him with quiet, blue eyes. "What would you guess?' Slowly Robert Falrchtld's gaze went to the ground. There was only one possible conjecture : Sissie Larsen had been impersonated by a woman. Sis sie .nrsen had never been seen again in OnadL "Il would hate to put it into word3," came finally. Harry slapped him on the shoulder. "Tlfn don't It was nearly thirty years ugo. Let sleeping dogs He. .Take a look around before we go into the tunnel." They reconnoitered, first on one side then on the other. No one was In sight. Harry bent to the ground, and finding a pitchy pine knot lighted It They started cautiously within, blink ing against the darkness. . The outlines of a rusty "hoist," with. Its cable lending down Into a slanting hole In the rock, showed dimly before them a massive, chunky, deserted thing In the shadows. The timbers were rotting; one after another, they had cracked and caved beneath the weight of the earth above, giving the tunnel an eerie aspect, uninviting, dangerous. Harry peered ahead. "It ain't as bad as It looks," came after a moment's survey. . "It's only right 'ere at the beginning that It's caved. But that doesn't do us much good." "Why not?" Fairchlld was staring with him, on toward the darkness of the farther recesses. "If It Isn't caved In farther back, we ought to be able to repolr this spot." But Harry shook his head.' "We didn't go Into the vein "ere," he explained. "We figured we 'ad to 'ave a shaft anyway, sooner or later. You enn't do under'and sloping in a mine go down on a vein, you know. You've always got to go up you can't get the metal out if you don't That's why we dug this shaft and now look at It!" He drew the flickering torch to the edge of the shaft and held It there, staring downward, Falrchiid beside him. Twenty feet below there came the glistening reflection of the flaring flnme. Water! Fairchlld glanced toward his partner. "I don't know anything trbout It," he said at last. "But I should think that would mean trouble." "Plenty!" agreed Harry lugubrious ly. "That shaft's two 'unnerd feet deep and there's a drift running off it for a couple o' "uiinerd feet more be fore It Its the vein. " Four 'unnerd feet of water. 'Ov much money 'ave you got?" "About twenty-five hundred dol lars." Harry reached for his waving mus tache, his haven In JIme of storm. Thoughtfully he pulled at It. staring mennwhile downward. Then he grunted. "And I ain't got more'n five 'unnerd. It ain't enough. Le's go back to town. I don't like to stand around this place and Just look at water In a "ole." They turned for the mouth of the tunnel, sliding along In the greasy muck, the torch extinguished now. A moment of watchfulness from the cover of the darkness, then Harry pointed. On the opposite hill, the fig ure of a man had been outlined for just a second. Then he had faded. And with the disappearance of the watcher, Harry nudged his partner In the ribs and went forth into the brighter light. An hour more and they were back In town. Harry reached for his mustache again. "Go on down to Mother 'Oward's," he commanded. "I've got to wander around and say 'owdy to what's left of the fellows that was 'ere when I was. It's been twenty years since I've been away, you know," he added, "and the shaft can wait." Fairchlld obeyed the Instructions, looking back over his shoulder as he walked . along toward the boarding house, to see the big figure of his com panion loitering up the street, on the beginning of his home-coming tour. The blocks passed. Falrchiid turned through the gate of Mother Howard's boarding house and went to his room to await the call for dinner. The world did not look exceptionally good to him ; his brilliant dreams had not counted upon .he decay of more than a quarter of a century, the slow, but sure dripping of water which had seeped through the hills nd made the mine one vast well. Instead of the free open gateway to riches which he had planned upon. An hour of thought and Fairchlld ceased trying to look Into the future, obeying, instead, the Insistent clanging of the dinner bell from downstairs. Slowly he opened the door of his room, trudged down the staircase then stopped In bewil derment. Harry stood before him. In all the splendor that a miner can know. He had bought a new suit brilliant blue, almost electric in Its flashlness, nor had he been careful as to style. The cut of the trousers was somewhat along the lines of fifteen years be fore, with their peg tops and heavy cuffs. Beneath the vest a glowing, watermelon-pink shirt glared forth from the protection of a purple tie. A wonderful creation was on bis bead, dented tn four places, each separated with almost mathematical precision. Below the cuffs of the trousers were bright, tan, bump-toed shoes. Harry was a complete picture of sartorial elegance, according to his own dreams. What was more, to complete it all, upon the third finger of his right hand was a diamond, bulbous and yellow and throwing off a dull radiance like the glow of a burnt-out arc light ; full of flaws. It is true, off clor to a great degree, but a diamond nevertheless. And Harry evidently realized It "Ain't I the cuckoo?" he boomed,' as Falrchiid stared at him. "Ain't I? I 'ad to "ave a outfit and "It might as well be now I" he par aphrased, to the tune of the age whitened sextette from "Floradora." "And look at the sparkler! Look at It!" "But but bow did you do it?" came gaspingly. "I thought " "Installments !" the Cornlshman burst out "Ten per cent down and the rest when they catch me. Install ments!" He jabbed forth a heavy finger and punched Fairchlld In the ribs. "Where's Mother 'Oward? Won't I knock 'er eyes out?" Falrchiid laughed he couldn't help It In spite of the fact that five hun dred dollars might have gone a long way toward unwaterlng that shaft Harry was Harry he bad done enough in crossing the teas to help him. And already, in the eyes of Fairchlld, Harry was swiftly approaching that place where he could do no wrong. "You're wonderful, Harry," came at last The Cornlshman puffed with pride. "I'm a cuckoo!" he admitted. "Where's Mother 'Oward? Where's 'Oward, 'Won't I knocfe 'er eyes out, now?" And he boomed forr-ard toward the dining room, to find there men he had known in other lays, to shake bands with them and to bang them on the back, to sight Blindeye Bozeraan and Taylor BUI sitting hunched over their meal In the corner and to go effusively toward them. "'Arry" was. playing no favorites in his " "ome-coming." Jovially he leaned over the table of Boceman and Bill, after he had dis pfayed himself before Mother Howard and received her sanction of his selec tions in dress. Happily he boomed forth the Information that Fairchlld and he were back to work the Blue Poppy mine and that they already had made a trip of inspection. Falrchiid finished his meal and waited. But Harry talked on. Boze tnan and Bill left the dining room again to make a report to the narrow faced Squint Rodaine. Harry did not even notioe them. And as long as a man stayed to answer his queries, just so long did Harry remain, at last to rise, brush a few crumbs from his lightning-like suit press his new hat gently upon his head with both hands and start forth once more on his rounds of saying hello. And there was nothing for Fairchlld to do but to wait as patiently as possible for his return. The afternoon grew old. Harry did not come back. The sun set and din ner was served. But Harry was not there to eat It Dusk came, and then, nervous over the continued absence of his eccentric partner. Fairchlld start ed uptown. The usual groups were in front of the stores, and before the largest of them Falrchiid stopped. "Do any of you happen to know a fellow named Harry Harklns?" he asked somewhat anxiously. The an- "Aln'rt: the Cuckoo 7" swer was In the affirmative. A miner stretched out a -oot and surveyed It studiously. "Ain't seen him since about five o'clock." he said at last "He was Just starting up to the mine then." "To the mine? That late? Are you" sure?" "Well I dunno. May have been go ing to Center City. Can't say. All I know is he said oraethin' about goln' to tlT mine earlier In th' afternoon, an' long about five I seen him starting up Kentucky gulch." "Who's that?" The Interruption had come In a sharp, yet gruff, voice. Fairchlld turned to see before him a man he recognized, a tall, thin, wiry figure, with narrowed, planting eyes, and a scar that went straight up his forehead. He evidently had Just rounded the corner in time to hear the conversation. "I was merely asking about my part ner In the Blue Poppy mine." "The Blue Poppy?" the squint eyes narrowed more than ever. "You're Falrchiid, ain't you? Well, I guess you're going to have to get along without a partner from now on." "Get along without?"' A crooked smile came to the other's lips. . "That Is, unless you '.ant to work with a dead man. Harry Harklns got drowned, about an hour ago, in the Blue Poppy shaft !" CHAPTER VIII The news caused Falrchiid to recoil and stand gasping. And before he could speak, a new voice had cut In, one full of excitement, tremulous, anxious. "Drowned? Where's his body?" "How do I know?" Squint Rodaine turned upon his questioner. "Guess It's at the foot of the shaft All I saw was his hat What're you so in terested for?" The questioner, small, goggle-eyed and given to rubbing his hands, stared a moment speechlessly. "He he bought a diamond from me this morning on the Installment plan !" Rodaine smiled again In bis crooked fashion. "That's your own fault, Sam." he announced curtly. "If he's at the bot tom of the shaft, your diamond's there too. All I know about It Is that 1 was coming down from the Silver Queen when I saw this fellow go Into the tunnel of the Blue Poppy. He was all dressed up, else I don't guess I would have paid much attention to him. But as It was, I kind of stopped to look, tnd seen It was Harry Har klns, who used to work the mine with this" he pointed to Fairchlld "this fellow's father. About a minute later, I heard a jell, like somebody was In trouble, then a big splash. Naturally 1 ran in the tunnel and struck a match. About twenty feet down, I could see the water was all riled up, and a new hat was floating around on top of It. That's all I know. You can do as you please about your diamond. I'm just giving you the Information." He turned sharply and went on then, while Sam the Jeweler, the rest of the loiterers clustered around him, looked appeallngly toward Fairchlld. "What'll we dor he wailed. Falrchiid turned. "I don't know about you but I'm going to the mine." "It won't do any good bodies don't float It may never float If It gets caught down In the timbers some wheres." , "Have to organize a bucket bri gade." It was a suggestion from one of the crowd. "Why not borry the Argonaut pump? They ain't using it." "Go get It 1 Go get it !" This time It was the wall of the little Jeweler. "Tell 'em Sam Herbenfelder sent you. They'll let you have It" Another suggestion, still another. Soon men began to radiate, each on a mission. The word passed down the street More loiterers a silver miner spends a great part of his leisure time In simply watching the crowd go by hurried to join the excited throng. Groups, en route to the picture show, decided otherwise and stopped to learn of the excitement. The crowd thickened. Suddenly Fairchlld looked up sharply at the sound of a feminine voice. ' "What's the matter?" "Harry Harklns got drowned." All too willingly the news was dispersed. Falrchlld's eyes were searching now In the half-light from the faint street bulbs. Then they centered. It was Anita Richmond, standing at the edge of the crowd, questioning a miner, while beside her was a thin, youthful counterpart of a, hard-faced father, Maurice Rodaine. Just a moment of queries, then the miner's hand pointed to Fairchlld as he turned toward her. "It's his partner." She moved forward then and Fair child went to meft her. "I'm sorry," she said, and extended her hand. Fairchlld gripped it ea gerly. "Thank you. But it may not be as bad as the rumors." "I hope not" Then quickly she withdrew her hand, and somewhat flustered, turned as her companion edged closer. "Maurice, this is Mr. Fairchlld," she announced, and Fair child could do nothing but stare. She knew his name! A second more and It was explained : "My father knew his father very welL" "I think my own father was ac quainted too," was the rejoinder, and the eyes of the two men met for' an Instant in conflict The girl did not. seem to notice. "I sold him a ticket this morning to the dance, not knowing who he was. Then father happened to see him pass the house and pointed hlra out to me as the son of a former friend of his. Funny how those things happen, isn't it?" aee6e6eaeree6e6ie6ae6e6ae6e6e6raeae6aeie6a SCOT FIRST TO CROSS CONTINENT Sir Alexander Mackenzie Made Adven turous Trip With a White Party In 1792-1793. The first white man to cross this continent by a route north of Mexico was Sir Alexander Mackenzie, a Scotsman, who rose high in the serv ice of the Old North West company, which was amalgamated with the Hud son's Bay company In 1821. Macken zie was In the Far West when he planned his trip across country to the Pacific coast In the autumn of 1792 be led his party far up the Peace river, where they built a post and wintered. On May 9, 1793, the party set out, pass ing up the Peace river, through the Rocky mountains, across to the Fraser river, which was followed down stream for some distance, and then across country through an unexplored region, until the party came out on the Pa cific coast Mixing a quantity of ver milion with melted grease Mackenzie wrote on the inland side of a high rock "Decidedly funny!" was the r-austlc rejoinder of the younger I.'i .iliiine. Fairchlld laughed, to cover the uir of Intensity. He knew Instinctlvehr that Anita Richmond was not tal :ng to him simply because she had s 'l him a ticket lo a dance and because her father might have pointed him out He felt sure that there was something else behind It the feeling of n debt which she owed him. a feeling of com panionship engendered upon a sunlit road, during the moments of stress, and the continuance of that meeting In those, few moments tn the drug store, when he had handed her back her ten-dollar bill. She had called herself a cad then, and the feeling that she perhaps had been abrupt toward a man who had helped her out of a disagreeable predicament wal "You're Trying to Insult My Fatherl" 4 prompting her action now; Fairchlld felt sure of that And he was glad of the fact, very glad. Again he laughed, while Rodaine eyed him narrowly. Fairchlld shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not going to believe this story until it's proven to me." came calmly. "Who brought the news?" Fairchlld deliberately those his words : "A tall, thin, ugly old man, with mean squint eyes and a scar straight up his forehead." A flush appeared on the other man's face. Falrchiid saw his hands con tract, then loosen. "You're trying to insult my father!" "Your father?" Fairchlld looked at him blankly. "Wouldn't that be a rather difficult job especially when I don't know him?" "You described him." "And you recognized the descrip tion." "Maurice! Stop it!" The girl was tugging at Rodaine's sleeve. "Don't say anything more. I'm sorry " and she looked at Fairchlld with a glance he could not Interpret "that airythlng like this could have come up." . "I am equally so If it has caused you embarrassment." "You'll get a little embarrassment out of It yourself before you get through!" Rodaine was scowling at him. Again Anita Richmond caught his arm. "Maurice! Stop it! How could the thing have been premeditated when he didn't even know your father? Come let's go on. The crowd's getting thicker." - The narrow-faced man obeyed her command, and together they turned out Into the street to avoid the con stantly growing throng, and to veer toward the picture show. Carbide lights had begun to appear along the street, as miners, summoned by hurrying gossip mongers, came for ward to assist In the search for the missing man. High above the gen eral conglomeration of voice could be beard the cries of the instigator of activities, Sam Herbenfelder, bemoan ing the loss of his Jiamond, ninety per cent of the cost of which remained to be paid. Hastily he shot through the crowd, organizing the bucket bri gade and searching for news of the Argonaut pump, which had not yet arrived. . Half-disgusted, Fairchlld turned and started up the hill, a few miners, their carbide lamps swinging beside them, following him. "At least I'm thankful to you for being the man you are!" (TO BE CONTINUED.) For Literary Uses. The Author Can I get $2 advance on a story I'm writing? The Editor It's unusual; but why? The Author I've got to a point where the hero sits down to a square meal and I want to get the right at mosphere. America's only woman bridge en gineer Is Dr. Lou Alta Melton, an em ployee of the federal bureau of pub lic roads.. rising from the shore these words to mark his visit: "Alexander Macken zie, just from Canada by land, the twenty-second of July, One thousand seven hundred and ninety-three. Lat. 52 degrees, 20 minutes, 48 seconds north." Mackenzie then retraced his course and returned to the East. Badly Put She was a large woman, and not what you might call handsome. But she was an heiress. Still, the design ing youth should have been more dip lomatic. "Miss Tubbs," he said, when he thought it was about time to bring matters to a head "Sarah for months past -my thoughts and aspira tions have been centered on one greal object " She smiled encouragingly "Miss Tubbs Sarah need I say it? You are that great object!" "Sir!" And a few moments later the would be suitor crept dejectedly from the house. London Tit-Bits. Dome Town T Helps T PEOPLE GROW MORE ORDERLY Gratifying Improvement in Sense of Municipal Responsibility Shown in' Recent Years. Several years ago American cities cut a poor figure in respect to neat ness compared with the cities of Eu rope. At present the comparison in disarray is not so unfavorable to this country. European cities have be come less tidy the war, of course, is to blame for this as for most other things and American municipalities have become cleaner. At the present time, indeed, the littered condition of London and the English countryside is receiving much attention from the British press. The careless populace not only throws its newspapers Into the public highway, but disposes of tin cans in a similarly informal man ner. But American cities are still far from immaculate. For this reason the "clean-up weeks" and the creation of agencies which devote their energies to anti-litter work are hopeful signs. Improvement is certain. Anyone who has watched American cities for twenty-five years knows that men and women develop a municipal responsi bility much more rapidly than is com monly supposed. Twenty-five years ago few free-born Americans hesi tated to spit in public conveyances or public places. The inhibition that has developed in respect to this vice shows how rapidly personal habits can be improved. The day will probably come when the average citizen will be as careful about dropping his read news paper in the street as he is now about spitting in a street car. But there is still much opportunity for missionary zeal, especially among the crowds who spend Sundays in the public parks. Nothing would more eloquently -portray the perfection of the civic conscience than an unllttered city park on Mnnday morning. World's Work. PLAN NOW FOR THE FUTURE Too Many American Communities Have Failed to Foresee the Impor tance of Looking Ahead. Most great cities have grown after a haphazard fashion, with narrow and often crooked streets, insufficient park and recreation space, overcrowded tenement districts and improvised means of transit. Occasionally they have been made over at great expense, as Paris . was made over by Baron Haussmann under the Second empire; oftener they have groped their way blunderingly into greater and. greater confusion. Washington is an almost unique example of a city that was de liberately and spaciously planned from the beginning. . But in recent years city planning has become a profession, and city gov ernments have more and more become convinced of the advantages of intel ligent study of their special problems. In Germany a great deal was accom plished before the war in improving and beautifying such' cities as Berlin, Cologne and Nuremberg. Something has been done in England and some thing also In the United States, though oftener in new or small cities than in the larger ones. Exchange. Sow Grass in the Fall. Springtime is commonly considered to be seedtime, but with lawns better results often are obtained by seeding at some other -season. Except, per haps, in the northern tier of states and in New England, says the United States Department of Agriculture, early autumn seeding is much more satisfactory than spring seeding. South of the latitude of New York spring seeding should rarely If ever be practiced. There are good reasons for this rule. Young grass does not stool well in spring and summer and is not sufficiently aggressive to com bat crab-grass and other summer an nual weeds. In the area south of this and north of the Potomac and Ohio rivers the time is early September. The reseeding of an oki lawn should be done at the same season as new seeding. Save Trees When Possible. One of the unfortunate results of urban growth is the destruction of fine trees which have sheltered genera tions of young villages only to be sac rificed at last to make room for a few yards of asphalt or to obviate the necessity of deflecting a concrete side walk. Often, of course, ft is impos sible to save a venerable elm or maple or oak which gets' in the path of busi ness expansion, but' not infrequently these fine old veterans of a hundred years' war with the elements are slaughtered ruthlessly. . Tree Selection. There is a popular notion that oaks cannot be domesticated, but I nave a burr oak 30 feet high that I planted as a six-inch seedling just 20 years ago, writes a correspondent of the Chicago Daily News. A red oak in my lawn I planted when three feet tall, and it has kept pace with Nor way spruce set at the same time, fur nishing with its brown clinging foliage In the winter no less charm than the green of the spruce. The hickory is perhaps the shyest of domestication. but treated rightly it is a rapid grower. Building Immense V.arbor. Work has been begun on a Jamaica bay improvement which will provide a harbor large enough to hold the har bors of Liverpool, London, Rotterdam and Hamburg. Six 1,000-foot piers are about to be constructed and the neces sary channels will be dredged to ac commodate the largest boats. The piers alone will cost $750,000,000. Der.e's soniethin' attractive even In de homelies' cashicer's face on pay day. A TRUE RAT STORY Aubumtown. Tenn.. -2 2 -tat Stearns Electric Paste Co., Dear Sirs: Mr. Robert T. Donnel! of Aubumtown, Tenn., came in our store the other day and wanted something; to kill rata, so I sold him a box Stearns Rat Paste. And he put some paste on six biscuits that night and the next morn. Ins; he found flft-four big rats. 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We had sent Mr. Lewis some free samples of Edgeworth (as we do to all who ask for them). We didn't know that he was an Edgeworth smoker until we received this letter. Niagara Falls, N. Y. Messrs. Larus & Brother Company, Richmond, Va. Gentlemen? I am a smoker of good tobacco for over 40 years and have do hesitancy in saying that of all smoking tobacco Edgeworth in my estimation occupies the first place. Having smoked it for a number of years in many different parts of our own good U. S. A., and also Alaska and Cuba it.has always given me supreme smoke-satisfaction, at all times, any where, everywhere, regardless of c li ma ticchacges or any other hocus-pocus. My object in sending for the free samples (if yon will forgive me) waa to determine whetheror not Edgeworth was being made any different that possibly the samples (like whiskey samples used to be) were the best and finest of the whole output. Bat on smoking the samples I find no difference whatever, and ao I am con vinced beyond the shadow of a doubt that Edgeworth alvoayt is of the same superior quality in all its forms, and further, that my little joke in asking for and receiving something for noth ing will be excused by you on the plea of curiosity. In thanking you kindly for your courtesy in sending free samples, I hereby solemnly promise to fill any man's (reasonable-sized) pipe with Edgeworth tobacco of my own pur chase, to convert him to that really good tmokt, "Edgeworth." Very sincerely, (Signed) Arthur John Lewis. Edgeworth samples are no different from the regular Edgeworth tobacco you can buy in a store. We wouldn't keep "special" samples any more than we would ' have a special kind of tobacco in a dif ferent pouch in our pocket to hand to a friend. LsA&iSaXaa7 We feel that Edgeworth is good enough, that its pleas ant fragrance and mellowness will appeal to most pipe-smokers. We do not think our effort is wasted if we send free samples of Edgeworth to a man who doesn't find it exactly suited to his taste. If you never tried Edgeworth, let us tend you enough to fill your pipe a few times. Smoke it, and then decide whether or not Edgeworth was "made for you." If youll add the name and ad dress of your tobacco dealer; we'd appreciate the courtesy. When you send for samples, ad dress Larus & Brother Company, 44 South 21st St., Richmond, Va. To Retail Tobacco Merchants:' It your jobber cannot supply you with Edgeworth, Larus & Brother Com pany will gladly send you prepaid by parcel post a one- or two-dozen carton of any size Edgeworth Plug Slice or Ready-Rubbed for the same price you would pay the jobber. One Ray of Joy. "And what kind of a filling do you want, my little man?" asked a kindly Jentist of a small boy who had been suffering a dozen martyrdoms In the rhalr. It was the first cheerful word the hoy had heard for an hour. "Gimme chocolate," he replied, brightening visibly. American Legion Weekly. A woman who laughs to be polite loes it better than a man. Look to Your Eyes Beautiful Eyes.like fine Teeth, are the result of Constant Cue. The daily use of Murine n.akes Eyei Clear and Radiant. Eniovable. Harmless. Sold and Recommended by All Druggists. IIP