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Show \... THEJORDANJOURNAL,MIDVALE,UTAH . WNU Bervlee. THE CANYON SYNOPSIS. Kate Catorew, HCattle Kate," owner of ~be Sky Line ranch. on her way to McKane'• store at Cordova, eeemlngly Infuriated by the sight of a clrl plowing In a valley below, places a rtfie bullet near the horses' !eet. The girl takes no notice. Kate go,.s on to town, where her presence brings on a ftght between McKane, the trader, and Sherltr Selwood. Nance Allison, the clrl on who :n Kate Cathrew had vented her spite, Is with her widowed mothet and crippled brother Bud farml~g land taken up by her father, kllled a short time before In a mysterious accident. Bud Is the victim of a deliberate attempt to maim or • k!ll hlm. Kate Cathrew wants the f&rm for pasture land, and Is trying to frighten the Alllsons Into leaving. , CHAPTER III-Continued -3For a considerable space of time tne woman sat regarding him. "I sent you 4 to help In the breaking of morale,'' she said coldly, "not to bring me back defiance. Next time I'll send a more truRtworthy man." Sl1e nodded diRmlssal, and the youth went quickly, his face burning. At the far end of the veranda' h'e almost ran Into Big Basford, whose huge, gorllla-llke shape was made more sinister and re~llant by the perceptlhle limp. Basford was always somewhere near, If possible, when men talked with Kate Cathrew. His great strength and stature. his small eyes. black and rimmed "·ith red, his unkempt bead and flaring black beard, everything about him suggested "a savagery and power with wbkh few men cared to trifle. lie scanned the boy's tlushe<l face with swift appraising. "I take it," be was grinning, "that •the boss wasn't pleased with you?" "Take It or leave It,'' said the other with foolhardy daring, "Is It any of your business?" 'With a smothered roar Big Basford leaped for him, surpr·lslngly nimble on his lamed foot. surprisingly light. He <:aught him by the throat and bore him backward across the veranda's edge, so that both bodies fell heavily on the boards of the flpor. "You'll find what's my business d-n you,'' gritted Bl~t Basford i ..you-!" He got to his knees and straddling the lad's body came down on his throat with all his weight In his terrible grip. At the sound of the fall Minnie Pine liMped to a window. "That black devil Is k!IIIng the Blue Eyes," she said In patois Spanish to Josefa. "Give me that knife--" But there was no need of Minnie's irl'terference. Kate Cathrew had heard that heavy thunder of falllng bodies on boards and she was -quicker than her half-breed , for she was up and away from the desk before Big Basford had risen on his knees, and as she rose her left hand swept down the wall. taking from Its two pegs the heavy quirt that always hung there. With the first jab of the boy's head back on the floor, she was running down the ver~da, her arm raised high. With ~e sec.ol'ld she was between Big Basfol(d and the llgh • llke a threat of doo~ A.'/" he surged forward once more abo,·e the blackening face In his throttlrng fingers, she flun!!' her body back In a stilT arc to get more Impetus-and drove the braided lash forward and dow Uke a fury. ~t rcled Big Basford's head from the back. the bitter end snapping across his face with Indescribable force. lt c rled him away from his victim, tumbllttg back on his heels wlth hi"! murderous hands covering his cheeks. For a moment he hong on the veranda's edge, balanced, then slipped orr, lurching on his lame foot. He held his hands over his face for a ten~e moment. Then he looked up through his fingers, where the blood was beginning to ooze, straight at the woman. The red-rimme-d eyes were savage with rage and hurt, but bPhind both was a fl11mlng passion which t<eemed to swell and burgeon with a perverted admiration. "I've t(){d you before, Basford," said Kate Cathrew, "that I will deal with my men myself. I don't need your ovPrly zealous ald. Get out of my a!,:ht-·and stay out till you can heed what I say. 1\Ilnnle, take ·this fool away-~ump some wind Into him. Give nlm some whisky." She toucned the boy contemptuously with the toe o' her buckled sllpper. Be was .veakly trying to get up and the J>omo girl unceremoniously finished the etrort, llfUng him almost bodily In her arms •nd 1511ppo::ttng him through the door into the kitchen. The look abe turned oYer her l!boulder at Bir Jlutord waa Ye&lOIIlOU. The owner of Sky Line walked down the veranda to her ltving-room door_ At Its llntel she stopped and stood, drawing the heavy quirt through her fingers, looking back at Big Basford. He had watched her progress and now the hard, bright, sparkltng gaze of her dark eyes seemed to force him to movement, so that he picked up his hat. set it on his head and turned away towards the corrals at Rainbow's foot, swinging with a rolling gait that further made one think of jungle folk. But the lips In the fi11ring beard were twitching. Kate Cathrew went In and hung the quirt on Its smooth pegs, then sat down and took up her Interrupted work just where she had left It- CHAPTER IV The Mystery of Blue Stone Canyon. On the rich flats of Nameless, Nance Allison tilled her soli and her blue eyes caressed ' the lan·ct The homestead was a fetish with her. It had been her pappy's dream of empire. It was hers. He had stuck by and toiled, had secured his patent, made the good start. She asked nothing better than to carry on, to see It prosper and endure. But strange disasters hnd befallen her. one 11fter· the other-first and bitterest, the hidden rope stretched In a cattle trail two years back, just after John Allison's mysterious death, which sent young Bud's pony tumbling to the gulch below and left the boy to walk lopsided ever after. At that the girl had almost weakened In her stubborn purpose. ' she had held the young head In her arms many a weary hour when the pain was· worst, and tried to build a plan of a future away from Nameless valley, but Bud would not listen. The bare thought made him fret and tolll:l, sent the req blood burning In his cheeks. "W'e'll never let 'em beat us out, Nance," he wouls;l pant with his hot breath, ''the land Is ours, safe and legal. and no bunch o' cut-throats Is goln' to get It from us. Not while we can stand-not whlle we can ride or plow-or use a gun!" But Nance would stop him always there. "'Thy rod and 'rhy starr they comfort me,'" she would say gently, "we have no need of guns, Bud." However, as the seasons passed, each with Its promise and Its Inevitable blight, her face had become graver, less smiling. There had been the hay fire then-the fire In the night where no fire was or had been. There had been the six fat steers that disappeared from the range and were never heard of, though Bud rode Buckskin to a lather In a fruitless search for them. There had been the good harness cut to pieces one night when Bud had torgotten to lock It up. A II tht'se had been dlsasters In a real sense to these people l!vlng so meagerly with their scant possessions. And this year they were more than poor, they were In debt to McKane for the new f'lnrnesr< thot had to he bought to replace the other. But Nan<'e looked at her field of corn coming In long rows of tender grePn on thP brown floor of the well-worked Janel and hoped. She was prone to hope. It was part o1' her equipment for the hattie of life, her F'hiPid before the lnn<'e of her <'ourage, her buckler of energy. "It looks like a heavy crop. MrKone," she told the trader honestlv "and I'll have far and awa)• more th~n enou~rh for you-! think I'll hnve enoug-h left for my winter stlll>e." "Hope you do.'' said McKane, for though he was none too scrupulou!" wherl~ his own Interests wPre concerned. he felt a vague admirntlon for the game girl workin!l: her lonely homestt>ad in her deHd father's pluce, Sn, with the crop !<preuding 'Its four delicate blades to the coaxing sun and the hay knee-deep In the hig fenrerl fiat across the river, Nanre Allison l!lld hy her labors for a while to rest her body and refresh her soul. "I've just got to ride the hills, Mammy,'' she said smiling, "got to fish the holes in Blue Stone canyon. to climb the slopes for a little while. It wlll be my only chance, you knowthere's the huy to cut soon and the corn to cultivate, and the cattle to look after later. l con't work all the year. Mammy, without a little play." At which the mother's tragic eyes filled with tPars-thls for her daughter's only play-the riding In the lone· some hills-the fishing for trout In 1.1 shadowed canyun-when her young fe<'t should have been tripping to the lilt of fiddles-when she should havP had ribbons and muslin flounces. and a sweetheart-tne things of youth ere her youth should pasl!! Pass, tolling at the handles of a plow! It was a poignant pain Indeed, that brought those Insistent teBJ:s, that withheld the fear-urged protest. So, In the golden mornings, Nance beran to llldd'- J!uekskln and ride awaJ, a snack of bread and bacon tled behind the cantle, to come ambllng howe at dusk happy, s1veet, tilled with the joy of ltfe, sometimes a string of speckled beauties danglln~ at her knee, sometimes empty-handed. Sometimes J3ud went with her. but It was not fair to Dan and Molly, the heavy team, to cheat them of their share of rest, since Bud must ride one or the other of them, and so Nance rode for the most part alone. She "lifted up her eyes to the hllls" In all truth and drew from them ll very present strength. The dark, blue· green slopes of the tumbling ridges. covered with a tapestry of finely picked out points of pine and fir trees, filled her with the joy of the nature lover, the awed humility of the humble heart whleb considers the handiwork of God. She lay for hours on some log high in a sunny glade, her hands under her fair head. her lips smiling unconsciously, her long blue eyes dreaming into the clond-fiecked heavens, and sometimes she wondered what the future held for her after the fashion of maJdg since the world heg!Ul. She recaueg the restless wanderings of the !amlly In her early years, remembered vaguely the horne and the school In old Mis· sourl, her father's caseless urge for travel, And then had come their journey's end, here In the austere lonell· ness of Nameless valley, where hi!! nomad heart had settled down and had been at home. She thought of these familiar things, and of others not familiar. such as picturing the house she and Bud would one day build on the big meadow, with runnin! water piped from the rushing stream Itself, with carpets-ll!rs. Allison was already sewing Interminable balls of "rags" tor the fabric-and with such simple comforts as seemed to her nothIng short of luxuries. She knew of a woman In Bement who wove carpets, a l\!rs. l'orter, at the reasonable price of thirty cents a yard, warp Include(!. The warp should be brown-and-white, she decided-at least she had so decided long back after many conferences wl th her mother. Brown 11nd white running l'Oftly through the dim colors of the ragsnothing new enough to be bright went Into the balls, though there would be a soft golden glow all through the bit· -nnless It's R panther skulking np hl the branches, and he wouldn't corne near for a fm'lune--thougb what could be fortune to a cougar, I wonder?" she went on to hfrsel1', smiling at the strip of sky that topped the frowning rimrock, "only a full belly, I guess-the murderer." Dreadful Condition of Mn. She lay a lonll' time basKing In the Fullerton's Health Remedied sun tl1at shone straight down, tor It was noon, reveling In the relaxation by Lydia E. Pinkham's Experts Say Average of her young body, long worked to the ' Vegetable Compound limIt and frankly tired. Village Lacks Beauty She toolr her bread aod bacon from Nrarly !!O,OOOiOOO persons In the a pocket and ate with the relish which United 1::\tates. or about one-fifth of only healthy "youth can muster, clear· the population, live in villa/l'?S, and bel.ped me every lng up the last crumb, drank from the 30.000,000 farming peep!~ use these way. Before tak~ WHY HE FAINTED J:Otreum, her fa<'e to the surface, and villages for purposes of busim ss, eduit I couldn't stand on finally rose with a long breatn of satmy feet without ('ation, religion, health and soda! wellA young wife went Into a grocer's lsfa ctl on. pains runnin~ being. Yet these centers Qf n1ral pop- shop nnd Fald: "I bought three or through my w "You cm' stay hf're, you old fraldulation are usually unattractive and tour hams her·e a month or so ago, and body from my walat cat,'' she said to the pony, dropping often 1·ery ugly. Villages In other coundown, just like they were fine. Have you any more his rC'In over his head, "It's hard on tries are gener·ully much superior to of them?" threads pulling. I your feet. nnywny. Me--I'm going on tho~e of the United States in design, . was not fit to do 8117 ··res. ma'am.'' replied the grocer; up a way,s." · -· work. My mother In the ella racter of their streets and "there are ten of those hams banging Buckskin looked anxiously after her, got me to try the public buildings, anti In their approach- up there now." Vegetable Combut stayed where he was bid, as a welles und recreation spots. A start, how"Well, If they're off the same pig pound a.nd found great benefit, tra inPll horse should do, and the girl ever, has be<?n made towar·d heautify. and I not recommend it for such I'll take three of them.''-Tlt-Bits. went on up the canyon. her fair head ing the Amerkan village, says the troubles, but build up the whole sysbare, her hands on her hlp8. United Stares Department of Agricultem. I have used it for JliD8t every• She drank In the somber beauty of ture. Hia La•t Hope I thing that geta wrong with me. When the dull blue walls, hung to their towSome examples of teodershlp in this Benevolent Mrs. Smithers (who bas 1 I begin to feel nervous and irritable I ering- rims with corruscatlon and resp!'!:t are r·ecorded by the depart- discovered a youthful burglar In her don'tatop long in getting a bottle of the prominence carve(} fanta~tlcally by ment, which has been !<tud~·ing the dining room)-Young man, Lostead of Vegetable Compound if I haven't got erosion of uncounted yea rR-llstened, problPm of village planning from the sending you to jail I've decided to give one in the house. It gives a fine appetite a11d makes a new woman of me. lips IIP!Irt the better to hear, to the stundpoint of its importance to the you another chance. You may use this testimonial in my own deep blended monotone of the talking rnraJ community and p~rticularly to Burglar-Thank yer, mum. thank town or anYWhere else, and I wi11 anvoices. the farmer. yer. Only when yer do, mum, wU! swer any letters I receive." - Mrs. She skirted jn'eat houldprs fallen Rusa FIJLLBBTON, 525 S. 2nd Street, yer ·see that them chairs ain't in th' It Is more as n. bu~·lltg than as 8 from above, waded n riffle here. leaped Clearfield, Pa. way?-Sarntoga Herald. Re>llin!!' place that the farmer muke8 If you are sufferin,g from nervous a narrow there, and always thE' great use of the village. In marketing hil:l troubles, irritability, grve the Vegetable cut became rougher, wilder, more forSUPPLYING THE MEANS principal products he g-enerally deals Compound a fair trial. For sale bJ bidding and mysterious. ' witl• some 1:-trp:e distributing center. druggists everywhere. She stood for a long time beside a But he purchuses his household suppool that lay, ~:<till-se-eming and dark, pli<•s in the Yilla ge. He g-oes there for behind a huge rock, but In whose shad· amusement and for social purpo!<eS owed depths she could see the swirlp:cnerally. llls chlldren often ~ro to InA' of white sand that marked Its tursdwoJ there. An Httr·nctivP villnJZe, moll. sa~· s tlw der•artment, Is an Im portant Will rednce Inflamed, When the snows melted In t11e high influence in stabilizing farm life om! in Strained, Swollen Teao gulcheR of the Deep Hearts a little doau, Lleamenta, or counteracting the attractions IYhich later, this place would be a roaring MIUc:les. Stops the lalllenesa cities ha1·e for th e young peopl e of race. She thought of Its foamy voland pain from a Splint, the farm:-:. As the farmer's chief point ume pouring from the canyon's moutt, Side Bone or Bone SpaWa. of !:ontact with outsid e interes ts , the No blister, no hair gone and to swell the flood of Nameless a bit vill nge can mak e n big contri but io n to horse can be used- $2.50 bot-below her southern boundary. But It the ha ppines s of fnrm life, even if It tle at druggiata or delivered. was a lone and lovely spot now, \1J:lat D..,rlbe your case for epeclai!Dhe eon ~ iclererl from nn othe r ~rand with Its peopled silence and Its blueatroctlone and lntereltlnl( horM point than th<' fa(' t t h at It is the plac-e toned wai!F!. Book Z A tree. wl!Pre th e farmer spends a large part TOI.!Nli. lac.. 511 ~ SL. Sprlqfield. M-. These things were passing through ills Wlfe--1 saw a lovely gown that of llis incom e. her mind as she watched the swirling I CUD get for a mere song. sand, when all suddenly, as If an inI Mr. Tunelifter-Here•s a uear-hlt visible hand had bn1shed her, she be- Care in Beautifying that I wrote the other day. Tuke lt carne alert In eYery fiber. and get the dress. Grounds Means Much She had heard nothing new In the In planting it is well to follow ~olile murmurous monotone, seen no shadow Uncommon among the pale shadows about her- simpl~> ruiPs. A void scattered effect Don11et baby be tortured yet something had changed. Some dif- of plants ; It ' Is bette r to plant them A Itttle stock of common sense Will boos t you on your way; by skin trouble! ferent e!Pment had intruded Itself Into In groups. l·'ra me and mass the sicle• Bu t common sense, you'll find, Is not Apfl!y Resinol Ointment and comers and angl es. Put larger the stltrk elements of the place. As common as they say. and see how quickly Her skin rose In tiny prickles, she s pecimens In the background, with Rm a ller plants In fnm t. Keep the the itchingand felt her muscles stiffen. She had lived Saved/ midground open. Secure uniformity burnini stops In the face of menace so long that she Alf (shlpwrecked)-'Ow far would was supersensitive, had developed a in thickness, variety, size, shape and yer say land was, Bill? seventh sense that was quick to the eolor by the right combinntlons of Blll-Mlle an' 'art, I reckon. 'Ow plants, picking 011t those that har- far can yer swim? nth degree. She stood for a mo~ent gathering monize foliage, fruits and general Alf-I can only m11n11ge a mile, Blll her powers, then she whlrh!d In her structure. In general It Is better to Bill-Then we'll just do It between tracks, sweeping the canyon's width use native shrubs, trees and vines ln us. I can swim 'arf a mlle.-Goblln. great abundnnce, and use scarcelywith eyes that missed nothing. They did not miss the movement not at all-the Imported, introduced Good Tactics in Wrong which was almost too swift :for sight- ond foreign plants. In genernl it Is Kind Gentleman-You wouldn't be In the droppini of some dark object be- better· to avoid exotics. Use vines for jail now if yon had learned a business Buaineaa Tender Hearted hind a rock, the passing of a hit of porehes and piazzas, to make the and gone ' in for yourself when you Officials of the Birch Valley Lumber house look at home. Keep the lawn plumy tan. were young. company ot Tioga, W. Va., demon· The rock Itself was between her and open. broad, clean and clear of flower Sod ConvictBut that's just what strated that "big businPss" has a tender the broken foot of the wall, one of a beds. Do not use kettles. boilers or I did do. I worked in a mlnt.-Leglon I heart som etimes. This company remass thnt had tumbled from the weath- bna ts even thougl1 UJey are pretty Weekly. fused to fill a Philadelphia lumber )lost of ered face. For a long time she stood wli!'II filled with flo ,\·ers. yard's order for white oak until a very still, waiting, watching with un- tbese things are out of plnce in the robin, which was discovered rearing 1:1. Oh, That Kind wloking eyes. Then, at the rock's edge, front yard. young brood on top of the pile, hafll "I was so hungry that the moment hut farther a way, she caught another time to teach the fiedglinboo,; how to I got In I began eating the tables!" Benefit of /-lome-Owning "You'll Find What's My Business, glimpse of that tall-tip. Its wearer fly. The officials dec·llned to allow tho "Urn. I dore say. Do you expect ns D-n Yo11," Gritted Big Basford. wus making for the wall-foot, keeping "More than one-half the homes In workmen to removp the timbers, the roclt between. A wolf would do so the l nltell States are owned by men to heliel'e that? What sort of tables?" "You-l" though it mean t waiting ~ome duys "\Vhy, vege-tables, to be sure!" -but there was something about that who make less than $2.0oo a year," de· for· the hroocl t o grow up, and there and-miss fabric from the "hanks'' dyed hit or plume which did not spell wolf. clm·ed \\'. D. Carter, fOl'mer president were no other seasoned white oak with copperas-brown and white, It was tawny ' white, and it was more of the New York State Leaguf' of SavAnd Worth It planks In the ~· ard . Nance thought, would make It seem loosely haired, not of the exact quality Ing~ unci Loan Associations. "It Is es· llestnurnnt Proprietor-Our violinist like the floor of the woods In fall, of a wolf's brush. Once more a tiny 1 timated that appt·oximatPly 00 per cent here was offered $1,000 for that InstruWatch Cutlcura Improve Your Skin, weathered and bel!utlful. tip showed- and on a 10udden daring of those who build or buy a home do ment last week. On rising and retiring gently' smear She could scarcely wait the time of impulse Nance AlliSt)D leaped for . the not puy for It outrig-ht 11t thf' start. Guest-! can't go that hlgh, but I'll the face with Cutlcura Ointment. the tultlllrnent of this dreorn. when rock. caught Its top with both hands Habits of thrift. econom y, and self· give hlm $20 If he'll quit right now. Wash o:tr Ointment in five minutes the cabin !lom·s should be soft under an<l peered over. dPnial establishe d and practiced in with Cutlcura Soap and bot water. It foot. savln~ to meet the monthly pa)' ments Didn't Know He Knt~w Him ls wonderful what Cutlcura wlll do . ' Longing for the refinements Wll~ b~· whleh the hoTile is pnid for :1re "1 didn't know you knew that man." for poor complexions, dandrutr, Itching Blue Stone canyon Ia evidently strong In her. though limited painfully unwn:;!' the grt->ille~t hen<'fits of owning "I didn't-but by the time l dlscovand red, rough hands.-Advertisement. a most delightful place. And to such simple scope as Cordova supa hollle. n 1 ered I dlcln 't, I did !" what is its mystery7 plied, or as she remembered dimi)' Write or call for an appointment to from the days of her childhood in MisWHERE MOST SEEN have your photograph made For Tree Planting souri. ('fO BE CONT!l'>UED.) "'! ' h nttentlon and care , trees of But the glory of the land was too 122~ So. Main St. Salt Lake Cittj small r,;ize will tliriYe ln s ma ll patcht'S compelling for idle d1·eams of the fn· Ostrich Model Huaband of ~oil where larger· trees, with their ture. HPre ot hand were ('arpets of What Seemed Humoroua The male ostrich Is very domestic In sprPn<ling root sy~t e rns, u1igllt laobrown pine needle~. shot through with 1 Mother was entertai!!Jng a caller, his tastes. \Vhen hf' ruar-ries he mar· :;uish. sa~·s the Ameri('lln Tr·pe 11 ~s o c i a· scurlet hlee<llng hearts. when suddenly Dorothy, who !.ad been rles for lite. The o~trich mukel! bls I tion of \\'a~h i n g ton, in urging ~· ou to Here were mo;;ses soft and wonderplaying on the t!oor, yawned prodiprimitive nest with but little trouble. ' Join the· tree-plantin;: army . The efful when one bent close · enough to ~ously. "My, what a big yawn tor Ue lies on his brenst and kicks the feet of thPse fornmll~· pruned treeR is; Rtndy their minute and intricate pnt· ~and out backward and sidewise, thus I lli)!nitiPd anrl der·nrativt>, and gives a such a little girl !" exclaimed the callterns. Here \\-ere vast dlstHnres and out o saucer-sh11ped hole In tinP tonf'h of grePn to street lined 10cooping er. "Yes ," agreed Dorothy, "and the 8 dropping slopes, veiled In pale hlne funny part is that I wasn't llsteninc haze so delicate as to seem a hallu- tile- sand about four feet in diameter wlth high·c · la~s ~hni1s or handsome nnd ten lnch(•S deep in the center. LD : hou~e!; in solid roll'S. F'or a two-cent at all to what you were saying ! " cination. this the female deposits her e~rgs. 1 stamp the ~~~~ol'iution ll' ill sene! you fl('•·e also. were the mysterioutl fastusually about 10 to 15. One egg Is laid • tree-plunlinp- sul!;restions. nes~es of Blue Stone canyon. Its per· Poiaoned by Hair Dye• every alternate day. An ostrich egg t pendicular wall!l of eroded r·ock cut b)· Hnlr- d~-e hllndnPRs In R:nglund hal Wt'ighs bet ween three and tour pounds ' "Amerku 1::0 UJ!Iracterlzed uy big· M"Sulted in 11 g~>neml alarm ag11lnst !<earn and fi~~tn·e, Its hollow aisles "Ground•" Mean Much anu eontains liS much food as two or Ot't;S. ,, resonant alwar:;: of the murmurous three dozeu orrlinary eggs. It Is said polsonou~ hair d~·rs. The frout la,,·n and til<> hack yard 1 "Yes-,·ery noticeable In the swelled stream that tumhled throngh them. that 30 minutes a_re required to soft 1 In SOllie ways are an lndPx to the Nance loved the cnn.von. She llkeol boll them. Incubation tnkes trom 40 honll'. and most persons h<>lle,-e that if heads.'' to dhnh among Its boulders, to whip to 42 days, the male and the female the "grounds" in front and rear of thp Cultural Preponderance its frequent pools for· the trout that ~itt in~~: •HI the nest alte. ·nutely. 'l'be home t~re unti(Jy t lH'I'e is sollle indif· The Intellectuals 'mong mankind hung In their moving Rmoothnes.•. to eggs are regularly turned and nre cov- rerpnt hotwsk<>eping in the dining Outnumber other lists. llsten ro the thon~anfl voi('€'S that •·r·•.·cl with sund nnd left during the day. ro<>llL kitehPn und IH<sement. LPt us For every moron you "-'111 find 11een1ed always whl~pering- And tlllldng. -l<'am!ly Herald. A dozen alienists "'""'' the nplg-hhors that we arp as They were made of fai1·y !ltufT find skillful witl1 the rake and paint brush Caviar Not an Author madneSI!. these ,-olces. If •me ~at still :tf< with golf eluh~ and tennis raekets, Simple Explanation "Do you like caviar?'' IID(l llstened long enough he could 11nrl that not all our eneq;-y Is PxpcndTh!s joke. whkh was recently for· swear thot they ~~~ere real. that "ltrn "ll!"f' "'!'hat's too old for me to bite. Ca· ELL·ANS ed in tall:ing of til•• grPatPr net>d for , vlar Is a uessert and not an author." cont'ourses dis<"usge() the secrets of the WBI'ded to pro1·e that sclentlfi<' men can I civk spir't.-lndianapolis News. Hot water sphert'!l. On the hottN;t days of ~~ m- be ll'!tty as well liS wise, should be I Sure Relief mer the canyon wns l'OOI. for a ~·tnd read nloud: A eollengue of Dr. Crun The Heavy Sleeper Surely All Can D,o Thia drew always throug-h It ft·om Its un- Brown, the famou'! f<}dlnhurgh proAngry Pnssenger-Porter, why didn't Little Lowus sa~· they can't afforcl known head somewhere in the r,Pf'P fessor of chemistry, once came to him you wnke me a~ I nsked you? Here I Hearts themselves far to the north concerning nn Indian medical student to heaurify themseln•s nn any whole- am miles he~· ond my station. 25¢ AND 7~ PACKAGES EVERYWHERE I sale plun. We believe they can afford and east. Bucl,skln felt the m~·flteri· whose English w11s defective. Pol'ter~I dld try, bnt all I could gf't "We cannot pass this man,'' he saldi to beautify by plnntmg all the road· ous Influence of the ~onndful ~i/ence, out of you waR, "All right, Maria. Get pricking his ears, Jlstenln!!'. hold iJ ;!' his "He is quite Illiterate i be simply can- sides with peonies, roses, daisies. can· the children their breakfast and I'll be breath to let It out In !mort:~ and not spell. Why, he has spelt proceed nns and ull such flowers as require · down In a minute." • only the expense of multiplication and with one 'e'." Nance lauJ?llP(l ut his uneasiness. "From what ploce does be come?" spade worlc-St. Louis Globe-Demo"Buckskin," she sairl one day, Ill she Anticipatory crat. asked Doctor Brown_ lay stretched at length on a flat rock She--Your lips certainly look nice. "From Ceylon." beside a boiling riffle, "you're a b·todle I He-;-Don't talk obout things that I At once Doctor Brown flashed back : 1 of nenes, a natural-horn findtr of Home Founding 1 may be used ll!falnst yo11 l11ter.fears. There Isn't a thing blggt'r or "That explains lt. That'• the l&lld ~ One of the greatest successes we Geor1lla Te<'ll Yellow J acktlt. ur;ller than you111elt ln all the c&Jl7Qil tbe ClDpluel" J laD uc:bleve Is the toudln& ot & bOZDe. Curre WAS NOT FIT TO DO HER WORK I ·u I Restnol I l WILCOX STUDIO I I ELL-ANS I j |