Newspaper Page Text
THE YALE EXPOSITOR, THURSDAY. JUNE 6, 1912. WIFE'S HEALTH RESTORED Husband Declared Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound Would Re store Her Health, And It Did, IT. e u?awce Bcm& ifie Story ofvCcrtaib Persons Ufro UraWIc ojt incK Conquered ( SYNOPSIS. Enid Maitland. a frank. fre and un polled younsr rhllauelphitt Klrl. Is taken 10 me Colorado mountain by her uncie, Itobert Maitland. James Armstrong. Maltland'M nrntfii fulls in Irtvp wlln tier. Ills persistent wooing tlirllls tlie Klrl. but ne Hesitates, and Armstrong goea east on business without a deflnlt answer, Knld hoars the atorv of a mining engi neer, Newbold. wlione wife fell off a cllnT and was bo seriously hurt that lie was compelled to shoot her to prevent her be ing eaten by wolves whifo he went for ueip. Kirkby, the Did guide wtio tens me tory. gives Knld a package of letters wnicn ne says were rouna on me ae Woman's body. She reads the letters and at Kirkbv'a ruamest kueni tliem. While bathing In mountainK stream Enid Is at tacked by a bear, which is mysteriously hot. A storm adds to tho Kill's terror. A "sudden deluge transform brook Into raging torrent, which sweeps Knld Into gorge, where h!i Is reBeued by a moun tain hermit after a thrilling experience, CHAPTER VI (Continued). He caught with his forearm, as the torrent swerved him around, a stout young pine bo deeply rooted as yet to have withstood the flood. Summoning the last reserve of strength that is bestowed upon us in our hour of need, and comes unless from God we know not whence, he drew himself in front of the pine, got his back against it and although tho water thundered against him still only by comparison could it be called quieter and his foothold was most precarious, he reached down carefully and grasped the woman under the shoulders. His position was a cramped one, but by the power of his arms alone he lifted her up until he got his left arm about her waist again. It was a mighty feat of strength Indeed. 1 The pine stood in the midst of the water, for even on the farther side the earth was overflowed, but the wa ter was stiller. He did not know what might be there, but he had to chance it. Lifting her up he stepped out, fortunately meeting firm ground. A few paces and he reached solid rock above the flood. He raised her above his head and laid her upon the shore, then with the very last atom of all his force, physical, mental and spiritual, he drew himself up and fell panting and utterly exhausted but triumphant by her side. The cloudburst was over, but the rain still beat down upon them, the thunder still roared above them, the lightning still flashed about them, but they were safe, alive, if the woman had not died In his arms. He had. done a thing superhuman. No man know ing conditions would have believed It. He himself would have declared a thousand times its patent Impossibil ity. For a few seconds ho strove to re cover himself, then he thought of the flask he always carried in his pocket. It was gone. His clothes were ragged and torn; they had been ruined by his battle with tho waves. The girl lay where he had placed her on her back. In the pocket of her hunting shirt he noticed a little protuberance. The pocket was provided with a flap and tightly buttoned. Without hesitation he unbuttoned it. There was a flask there, a llttio silver mounted affair; by some miracle It had not been brok en. It was half full. With nervous hands he opened it and poured some of it down her throat; then ho bent over her, his soul in his glance, scarcely knowing what to do next. Presently she opened her eyes. And there, in the rain, by that rag ing torrent whence he had drawn her as it were from the Jaws of death by the power of his arm, in the presence of the God above them, this man and this women looked at each other and life for both of them was no longer the same. CHAPTER VII. t A Wild Dash for the Hills. Old Kirkby, who had been lazily mending a saddle the greater part of the morning, had eaten his dinner, smoked his pipe and was now stretch ed out on the grass in the warm sun taking a nop. Mrs. Maitland was drowsing over a book in the shadow . of one tit the big pines, when Pete, the horse wrangler, who had been wandering rather far down the canon rounding up the ever straying stock, suddenly came bursting into the camp. "Great God Almighty!" he cried, actually kicking the prostrate fron tiersman as he almost stumbled over Urn. "Wake up, old man. an' " "What the" began Kirkby fierce ly, thus rudely aroused from slumber and resentful of the daring and most unusual affront to his dignity and sta tion since all men, and especially the younger ones, hold him in great hon or. "Look here," yelled I'eier In grow ing excitement and entirely oblivious to his lese-niajstle. rlntlng at a black cloud roT.ng over the fop of the ranee. "It'll te a cloudburst sure. We'll nave to git out o' here an' in a hurry too. Oh, Mr. Maitland." By this time Kirkby mas on his feet, the storm had stolen upon him sleeping nd unaware. The configura tion of the osioq nd completely bid its approach. At best the three In the.camp could not have discovered it until it was high in the heavens. Now the clouds were already approaching the noonday sun. Kirkby was alive to the situation at once. He had the rare ability of men of action of awakening with ail his faculties at Instant com mand. He did not have to rub hi3 eyes and wonder where he was, and speculate as to what was to bi done. The moment that his eyes, following Pete's outstretched arm, discovered the black mass of clouds he ran to ward Mrs. Maitland and standing on no ceremony he shoo.: her vigorously by the shoulder. "We'll have to run for our lives, ma'am," he said briedy. "Pete, drive the stoc'z up on the hills, fur as you kin, the hosses pertikler, they'll be more to us an' them burros must take keer of themselves." Pete needed no urging. He was off like a shot in the direction of the Im provised corral. He loosed the horses from their pickets and started them up the steep trail that led down from the hogback to the camp by the wa ter's edge. He also tried to ttart the burros he had Just rounded up In the same direction. Some of them would go and some of them would not. He had his hands full In an instant. Meanwhile Kirkby did not linger by the side of Mrs. Maitland. With In credible agility for so old a man he ran over to the tent where the stores were kept and began picking out such articles of provision as he could easiest carry. "Come over here, Mrs. Maitland," he cried. "We'll have to carry up on the hill somcthin' to keep us from Rtarvin till we get back to town. We hadn't orter camped In this yere pocket noways, but who'd ever expect ed anything like this now?" "What do you fear?" asked the woman, Joining him as she spoke and waiting for his directions. "Looks to mo like a cloudburst," was the answer. "Creek's pretty full now, an' If she does break everything below yere '11 go to hell on a run." It was evidence of his perturbation and "anxiety that he used such lan guage, which, however, in the emer gency did not seem unwarranted even to the refined ear of Mrs. Maitland. "Is it possible?" she exclaimed. " 'Taint only possible, It's sartln. Now, ma'am," he hastily bundled up a lot of miscellaneous provisions In a small piece of canvass, tied It up and handed It to her. "That'll be for you." Presently She Opened Her Eyes. Immediately after he made up a much larger bundle in another tent fly, adding, "An this Is mine." , "Oh, lot us hurry," cried Mrs. Malt land, as a peal of thunder. low, mut tered, menacing, burst forth from the flying clouds, now obscuring the sun. and rolled .over the camp. "We've got tlmo enough y It. an swered Kirkby, coolly calculating their chances. "Best git yer slicker on. you'll need It In a few minutes." Mrs. Maitland ran to her own tent and soon came out with Sou'wester snd yellow oilskins completely cover-' !ng her. Kirkby mcaatlm had don- -v.... ned bis own old battered, soiled rain clothes and had grabbed up Pete's. "I brought the children's coats along," said Mrs. Maitland, extending three others. "Good,"' said Kirkby. "Now we'll take our packs an' " "Do you think there Is any danger to Robert?" "He'll git nothln' worse 'n a wet tin'," returned the old man confident ly. "If we'd pitched the tents up on the hog back, that's all we'd a been in for." "I haveN to leave the tents and all the things," said Mrs. Maitland. 'You can stay with them," answered Kirkby. dryly, "but If what I think 's goin' to happen comes off, you won't have no need of nothin' no more Great God, here she comes." As he spoke there was a sudden, swift downpour of rain, not in drops, but In a torrent. Catching up his own pack and motioning the woman to do likewise with her load, Kirkby caught her by the hand, and half led, half dragged her up the steep trail from the brook to the ridge which bordered the side of the canon. The canon was much wider here than further up and there was much more room and much more space for the water to spread. Yet, they had to hurry for their lives as it was. They had gone up scarcely a hundred feet when the disgorge ment of the heavens took place. The water fell with such force, directness and conttnuousness that it almost beat them down. It ran over the trail down the side of the mountain In sheets like water falls. It required all the old man's skill and address to keep himself and companion from los ing their footing and falling down into the seething tumult below. The tents went down In an Instant. Where there had been a pleasant bit of meadow land was now a muddy, tossing lake of black water. Some of the horses and most of the burros which Pete had been unabla to do any thing with were engulfed in a mo ment. The two on the mountain side could see them swimming for dear life as they swept down the canon. Pete himself, with a few of the animal3, wa3 already scrambling up to safety. Speech was Impossible between tho noise of the falling rain and the In cessant penis of thunder, but by per sistent gesture, old Kirkby urged the terrified, trembling woman up the trail until they finally reached the top of the hog back, where under the poor shelter of the stunted pines they Joined Pete wllh such of the horses as hA hud been able to drive up. Kirkby, taking a thought for the morrow, not ed that there were four of thpm. enough to pull the wrgon If they could get back to It. After the first awful deluge of tho cloudburst it moderated slightly, but the hard rain came down Mcadily, the wind rose as well, and In spite of their oilskins they were soon wet and cold. It was Impossible to make a fire, there was no place for them to go. nothing to be done.- They could only remain where they were and wait. After a half, hour of exposure to the merciless fury of the storm, a thought came suddenly to Mrs. Mait land. She leaned over and caught the frontiersman by his wet sleeve. See ing that she wished to speak to him, he bent his head toward her lips. "Enid." she cried, pointing down the canon. She had not thought before of the position of tho girl. Kirkby, who had not forgotten her, but who had Instantly realized that he could do nothing for her, shook his head, lifted hi3 eyes and solemnly pointed his finger up to the gray skies. He had said nothing to Mrs. Maitland before. What was the use of troubling her. "God only kin help her," he cried. "She's beyond the help of man." Ah, Indeed, old trapper, whence came the confident assurance of that dogmatic statement? For as It chanc ed, at that very moment the woman for whose peril your heart was wrung was being lifted out of the torrent by Great God!" He Cried. a man's hand! And. yet,, who shall say that the old hunter was not right, and that the man himself, as men of old have been, was sent from God? "It can t be," began Mrs. Maitland in great anguish for the girl she had grown to love. "Kf she seed the storm an realized what it was, an' had sense enough to climb up the canon wall," answered the other, "she won't bo no worse off'n wo are; ef not " Mrs. Maitland had only to look down Into the seething cauldron to understand the possibility of that "if." "Oh," she cried, "let us pray Tor her that she sought the hills." "I've been a doiti' it," said the old man gruffly. He had a deep vein of piety In him. but. like other rich ores, it had to bo mined for in the depths before it was apparent. By slow degrees the water subsid ed, and after a long while the rain ceased, a heavy mist lay on the moun tains and the night approached with out any further appearance of the veiled sun. Toward evening Robert Maitland, with the thrcrncn and the three children, JoTiu-d The wretched trio above the camp. Maitland, wild wjth excitement and apprehension, had pressed on ahead of the rest. It was a glad faced man Indeed who ran the last few steps of tho rough way and clasped his wife in his arms, but as he dfJ so he noticed that one was missing. "Great God," ho cried, releasing hla wife, "where la Knld?" "She went down the canon early this mornln' Intendin' to stay all day," slowly and reluctantly answered oid Kirkby, "an " , He paused there. It wasn't neces sary for him to say anything more. Maitland walked to the edge of the trail and looked down Into the valley. It had been swept clean of the camp. Rocks had been rolled over upon the meadow land, trunks of trees torn up by the roots had lodged against them. It was a scene of desolate and miserable confusion and disaster. "Oh, Robert, don't you think she may be safe?" asked Mrs. Maitland. "There's Just a chance, I think, that she may have susplcloned the storm an got out of the canon," suggested the old frontiersman. "A sltra chance." answered Malt land gloomily. "God, I wouldn't have had this happen for anything on earth." "Nor me. I'd a heap ruther It had got me than her," said Kirkby sim ply. "I didn't seo It coming," continued Maitland, nodding as If Klrkby's statement were to be accepted as a matter of course, as indeed It was. "We were on the other slope of the mountain until it was almost over head." "Nuther did I. To tell the truth I "Where is Enid?" was lyln' down nappln' w'en Pete, yere, who'd been down the canon rounding up some of tho critters, tame bustlu' in on us." "I ain't saved but four hosses." said Pete mournfully, "and there's only one burro on the hog back." "We came back as fast as we could," said Maitland. "I pushed on ahead. George, Hradshaw and Phillips are bringing Hob and the girls. We must search the canon." "It can't be done tonight, old man," said Kirkby. "I tell you we can't wait, Jack!" "We've got to, I'm as wililn' to lay down my life for that young gal t.s anybody on earth, but In this yere mist an' as black a night as It's goin' to be. we couldn't go ten rod without killln' ourselves an' we couldn't sr3 nothin' noways." "Hut she may he in the canon." "If she's In the canon 'twon't make no difference to her w 'other wo fine's her tomorrer or next day or next year. Hoi)." Maitland groaned in anguish. "I can't stay here Inactive," he per sifted stubbornly. "It's a hard thing, but we got to wait till mornin'. Kf she got out of. the canon and climbed up on the hog back she'll be all right, she'll soon find out she can't make no progress In this ml?t and darkness. No, old friend, we're up agin it hard. We Jest got to stay the night w'ere we are an' as loi as we got to wait we might as well make ourselves as comfortable as possible. For tho wtmmon nn' children, anyway. I fetched up some ham and some canned goods and oth e,r catln's In tliepe yere canvas sacks. We might kindle a fire- " "It's hardly possible." said Malt land. "We shall havo to eat It cold." "Oh. Robert." pleaded his wife, "Isn't It possible that she may have escaped ?" "Possible, yes, but " r "We won't give- up hope, ma'am," said Kirkby, "until tomorrer w'en we 've had a look at the canon." ' By this time the others Joined the party. Phillips and Bradshaw showed the stuff that was in them. They Im mediately volunteered to go down the canon at once, knowing little or noth ing of its dangers and Indifferent to what they did know, but as Kirkby had pointed out, the attempt was clearly Impossible. Maitland bitterly reproached himself for having allow ed the girl to go alone, and in those self-reproaches old Kirkby Joined. They were too wet and cold to sleep. There was no shelter and It was not until early In tho morning they succeeded In kindling a fire. Meanwhile the men talked the situa tion over very carefully. They were two days' Journey from the wagons. It was necessary that the women and children should be taken back at once. Kirkby hadn't been able to save much more than enough to eat to get them back to a ranch or settlement, and on very short rations at best. It was finally decided that George and Pete and Mrs. Maitland, the two girls and the youngster, should go back to the wagon, drive to the nearest settle ment, leave the women and then re turn on horseback with all speed to meet Maitland and Kirkby, who would meanwhile search the canon. The two men from the east had to go back with the others, although they pleaded gallantly to be allowed man to man and then Robert Malt land, standing in the midst of the group, bowe'd his head In the sunny morning, for the sky again was clear, and poured out a brief prayer that God would prosper them, that they would find the child and that they would all be together again in health and happiness. And without another word, he and Kirkby plunged down to the side of the canon, the others tak Ing up their weary march homeward with sad hearts and in great dismay. CHAPTER VIII. A Telegram and a Caller. "You say." asked Maitland, as they surveyed the canon, "that sho went down the stream?" "She said she was goin' down. I showed her how to cut across the mountains an' avoid the big bend. I've got no reason to suspicion that she didn't go w'ere she said." "Nevertheless," said Maitland, "It Is barely possible that she may have changed her mind and gone up the canon." "Yep. the feemale mind does often changa unexpected like." returned the other, "but w'etber she went up or down, the only place for us to look, I take It, Is down, for if she's alive. If she got out of the canon and Is above us. nacherly she'd follow It down yere an we'd a seed her by this time. If she didn't git out of the canon, why, to remain with the two who wero to take up the hunt for Knld. Maitland might have kept them with him, but that meant retaining a larger portion of the scanty supplies that had been saved and he was compelled against his will to refuse their requests. Leav ing barely enough to subsist Maitland and Kirkby for three or four days, or until the return of the relief party, tho groups separated at daybreak. "Oh, Robert," pleaded his wife, as he kissed her good bye. "tako care of yourself, but find Knid." "Yes." answered her husband, "I shall, never fear, but I must find the dear girl or discover .what has bove of her." There was not time for further leave taking. A few handclasps from all that's left of her la bound to be down stream." Maitland nodded. He understood. "We'd better go down, then," con- rtnuod Kirkby, whose reasoning was flawless except that he made no al lowance for the human-divine Interpo sition that had boon Knid Maitland's salvation, "an If we don't find - no trace of her down stream, we kin come back here an' go up." It wa3 a hard, desperate Journey thp two men took. One of them fol lowed the stream at Its level, the other tramped along in the mountains high above the high water mark of the day before, if, they had needed any evidence of the power of that cloudburst and storm, they found It In the canon. In some places where It was narrow and rocky the pass had been fairly scoured; at other places the whole aspect of It was charged, the place was a welter of uprooted trres. logs Jammed together in fan tastic shapes; it was as if some wan ton besom of destruction had swept tho narrow rift. (TO UK CONTINUED.) Money Concealed In Petticoat. Mrs. Herman Nicolay of Norwich heard a rustling In one o her petti coats. She ripped It open and found even certificates of deposit on differ ent banks amounting to $.1,700. The petticoat had been the property of the woman's mothcr-lniaw. Ashland, Ky. "Four years ago I seemed to have everything the matter with me. I had fe male and kidney trou ble and was so bad oft I could hardly rest day or night. I doc tored with all the best doctors in town and took many kinds of medicine but noth ing did any good un til I tried your won derful remedy, Lydia E. Pinkham's Vege table Compound. My husband said it would restore my health and it has." Mrs. May Wyatt, Ashland, Ky. There are probably hundreds of thou sands of women in the United States who have been benefitted by this famous old remedy, which was produced from roots and herbs over thirty years ago by a woman to relieve woman's suffering. Read What Another Woman says: Camden, N. J. "I had female trou ble and a serious displacement and was tired and discouraged and unabletodo my work. My doctors told me I never could be cured without an operation, but thanks to Lydia E.Pinkham's Vegetable Compound I am cured of that affliction and have recommended it to more than one of my friends with the best results. " Mrs. Ella Johnston, 324 Vine St. If yon want special advice write to Lydia E.l'inkham Medicine Co. (confi dential) Lynn, Mass. Your letter wilt be opened, read and answered by a woman and held in strict confidence ECONOMICAL SOUL WAS THIS Hebrew's Attempt to Save Fare Prob ably Went Astray, but the Idea Was a Brilliant One. Arthur W. Marks of Washington tells this story to illustrate tho talent of the Hebrew race for economy. A little Hebrew got on a train In New York to go to Philadelphia, but had no ticket. In the car with him were the members of several the atrical companies and he noticed that, when the conductor asked them for thofr tickets they would reply: "Company." "What company?" the conductor would ask; and the actors would re ply by announcing the title of the theatrical company under whose name all their transportation had been paid for. 'Give me your ticket," the con ductor finally reached the Hebrew. "Comp'ny." said tho little fellow, looking carelessly out of the window. "What company?" asked the con ductor. Said the Hebrew: "The Pittsburgh ClfKling company." Popular Maga zine. Archie Finds a Sacrilege. The last time President Taft was in Chicago he was invited to the Inevit able banquet. Accompanying him were his secretary, Mr. Hllles. and his mili tary aid. Major Archibald Butt. In the course of the dinner the Chicago men sang a parody of Dixie. Butt, who is fronl Georgia, had his whole evening spoiled right there. Somebody, noticing his pained expres sion, asked him what the trouble was. "Oh. that song!" he exclaimed, sad ly. "You "might as well parody the Lord's prayer." Popular Magazine. Babies at Half Price. Little Bessie and her mamma were doing the sights of the town. Soon they came to a show where a ticket announced "Children half price." "Oh. do let us go in. mammy," said the little one, "and buy a baby, now they're bo cheap!" DIFFERENT NOW. Since the Slugger, Coffee, Was Aban doned. Coffee probably causes more bilious ness and so-called malaria than any one other thing even bad climate. (Tea Is just as harmful as coffee be cause It contains caffcino, the drug In coffee). A Ft Worth man says: "I have always been of a bilious tem perament, subject to malaria and up to one year ago a perfect slave to cof- foe. At times I would bo covered with bolls and full of malarial poison, was very nervous and had swimming In the head. "I don't know how It happened, but I finally became convinced that my sickness was due to the uso of coffee, and a little less than a year ago I stopped coffee and began drinking: Pofctum. "From that tlmo I have not had a boil, not had malaria at all, have pained 1f pounds good solid weight and know beyond nM doubt this Is duo to the use of Postum In place of cof- " fse. as I havo taken no medicine at all. "Postum lias certainly made healthy, red blood for m In place of the blood that coffee drinking impoverished and made unhealthy." Name given by Postum Co.. Battle Creek, Mich.' Postum makes red blood. "There's a reason." and It Is t-. plained In the little book, "The Road to WellvllW in pkss. V.ver rrml the obnif IHter? A nW (inf nppeara from tint in tm. Their ttrp Tfiiulvr, Iriif, and fall of hamin