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Show THE MIDVALE JOURNAL The VALE OF ARAGON By FRED McLAUGHLIN CHAPTER XI Author of "The Blade of Picardy" -16- Copyright by Bobbs·MetrUl Co. Polito Lends a Hand Made specially for BABIES and CHILDREN Physicians tell us that one condition is nearly always present when a child has a digestive upset, a starting cold or other llttle ailment. Constipation. The ftrst step towards relief is to rid the body or impure wastes. And for this nothing Is better than genuine Castorla J Castol'la is a pnr.e vegetable preparation made specially for babies and children. Tills means it is mi1d and gentle; that it containB no harsh dtrU{JI, no naroot(cs. Yet lt always gets results! You never have to coax children to take Castor!a. Real Cnstoria always bears the name: ~ CASTO RIA c H I ·l D R EN c. II y .·. F 0 R I T Lock That Keeps Records A recorcllng lock that not only tells the time lt was openecl but the key that did 1t, has been invented) says Popu1ar Mechanics 1\Iagazine. It can be used in connection with any stand- ard make or door ~tung. It prints on a tiny paper roll, like that in a cash register~ wl1nt ttme it was opened. 1t bas facilities for as many as six keys, each making Its own forgery-proof imprint on tbe rolL How to Campaign Candidate (to campaign manager) -You Issue the dodgersManager-And you dodge tbe is· sue-s. Bedridden with Rheumatism Rubs on oil ••• gets up right away There's nothing like good old St. Jacobs Oil for relieving the aches and pains of Neuritis, Rheuma.. tism, Lumbago, Backache, Neura1gia or sore Muscles. You rub it on. With.. • out burning or blistering it quickly draws out pain and inflammation. Relief comes before you can count 601 Get a &mall bottle from your druggist. High Cost of Art This country purchased $250,000,· 000 worth of paintings and sculpture ln 1930.-Colller's Weekly. Pride makes a hexo, sometimes, ratht?r than courage; but the man's a hero, just the same. Backache II May Warn of Kidney or Bladder Irregularities A nagging backache, with bladder irregularities and a tired, nervous, depressed feeling may warn of some dis~ ordered kidney or bladder condition. Users everywhere rely on Doan's Pills. Praised for more than 50 years by grateful usets the country over. Sold by drugffists. (WNl] 1 $hall never forget tbnt scene on the blood-drenched field ot Carabobo, when the Liberator went among the scant hundred men that made up the remnant of my Apure battalion, and threw his arms around them, and called them "My boys," and uMy children." Or when be stood b~tore the e!lent, shattered ranks ot the British legion, his face working in an emotion he could' not control, his eyes unseeing because of the tears be could not hold In check, his voice-tor the first time In. hls life-broken and halting, and called them, "Salvadores de mi patrla I" For they had been, ln· deed, the saviors of his country. That Is a picture I shall hold to the end '0! my days, It came to me that I was tree, too, that now, I could lny down my sword and hark to the call ot love. And, dreaming, 1 saw the pleading eyes of Dulce again, and I heard the caressing tones ot her votc:e, and felt almost the glory of her presence. Manuel awakened me from this pleasant trance. He stood before me, the bridle ot a fine bay mount In his hand. ").[anuel," I said, amazed, "is not this the horse that brought me trom Caracas?" 11 No other, major: and he can take you just as swiftly to Valencia." 1 ' But why should I go to Valencia?.. Manuel spoke swiftly: "Adolto de Fuentes escaped, as did most of the Spanish officers, tor they ftght behind the protection ot their men. He may have gone to Valencia-who knows? Colonel Plni, with his cavalry, has been directed to pursue La Torre and Morales, who, with a small body of men, are fleeing toward the safe port of Cabello. Plni's ordPrs are to the ettect that, If he does not overtake the Spaniards ere they reach Valencia, he ls to take over that city, a task that should please him very much, for the moonlight glances of the Senorita have had a devastating effect upon his heart. He Is mad, my trtend, and when a man of PlnJ's caliber ia mad about a lady, be Js dangerous." "You bring ill tidings, :Manuel.."Franclsco told me many of these things," Manuel contlnued. "He has approached Bolivar, and he has Informed the general that the Americana, who, with so smnll a force, held firm against the right wing ot tbe Spanish army, requests leave to vlslt Valencia, and Bollvar hns given hls permls.sldn. Therefore-~~ "'Vould Francisco's knowledge, my trlend--.whlcb seems, indeed, to cover ever:rthlng-lnclude the location ot the house where the Senorita may be found?" "Ot a surety. It Is the home of Senora Ybarra, lying three streets east ot the house 9f the governor-toward the lake. A large house of stone and adobe, tlnted brown, wllh a border of red, and resting on a corner of two streets.'' ..Ah, 1\Ianuel," I said fenlently, "If I were less American nnd more French I would klss thee." "Then your A.merlcan blood has saved your life," sald he: "begone!" Eighteen miles-that was aU-eighteen miJes on this swift bay horse and I would reach Valencia, would find there the lovely Senorita, would take her 1n my arms again, for she had told me that her love for me bad filled her life. I would crush with passionate kisses the warm willing Ups, 1 would hear her call my name again, and I would look Into the purple depths of her eres and find there a light of love. The battle we bad won bad opened up ne'v vistas tn my life. Because ot our love the Senorita Lamartina belonged to me. I could take her back to the land of moonlight that was my own, back to the fine sturcly gentleman who was my father, and to the gracious larly who was my mother, and to Felice, the slim. eXQuisite little sts~ ter of mine. They would 1ovP her, and she would make my eountry her own. I entered ValPncia from the southwest, and had no difficulty In finding the mansion thnt hnd been the habttatlon ot varlou~ governors. Manuel's directions provt-d correct, for I found the red·bordered house of brown that was the homP of the Senora Ybarra; tn front of which r dismounted, givIng the reins tnto the keeping ot a grinning muchacho. I touched very lightly the Jmocker of the carved door, for I did not k!lOW what the place might hold for me. That the Senorita was thqe T deemed sufficient, nnd I was quite wiJling to take my chances with anyone else. A small brown woman opened the door wide enough to give me careful e..~am lnatton, then she loosed the chain and let me ln. The st~ht of my uniform cleansed the rear from her dark eyes and brought a smile of welcome to her face. She spoke In a cautious whisper: "Have t'he men of Veue~;uela taken over the city?" "Aye, Senora." "I am glad." "Will the Senorita Lamartina-?'' Now she was looking at m.v bnlr. "You'll be the Amerlcano, Senor Gartle?" I nodded. 'She has spoken of you; she has said you would carne-some day.'" "Aye, Senora." kJ!ut two officers of Spain are with her; cnn you not near their voices?" I start~ down tne wide ballwa:v whence bad C'Ollle the IDI.!!"mur of ~~.;oo- .. Service.) versation, but she put a band on my arm. "Walt, I would tell you. One Is her brother, the lieutenant-" •-yes7" "And the other 1s he who was ~om 4 mandant of the Venezuela garrlson. Is 1t safe tor you to enter?" 11 Aye, lt ls always so.t'e tor me to enter wherever the Senorita may be.,. We stood listening, In the gloomy corridor, tor the voices bad became high, belligerent. I could hear, very talntly, the soft sobbing or the Senorita Lamartina, I heard a rasping oath from Adolfo, and an accusing complaint trom Polito. uA fine soldier, Adolto-you, who leave the field before the battle Is over. I snw you, I saw you run like the veriest coward when the llanero cavalry struCk us, and-useless as a soldtP.r because ot my crippled armI followed you, for I knew you would come here to try some devll's trick upon my sister." "I must protect her,"' said Adolfo, "for we have lost" uAye. we lost; and we should have lost, tor the Spanish officers deserted thelr men. Bah, that a colone~ and a De Fuentes, should run in the face of an enemy. Mother of G-d,'' he gasped, "can my sister marry a craven, can you expect her to look upon you witb anything save loathing?" 11 Polito," came the voice of Dulce, ,.-ah Polito I" ul told you, Adolfo," Polito contln· ued, "that I would 1<111 you If you tried to force my slster into marrto.ge, and Dulce told you she would mnn·y you w11en Spaln should win 1n Vena.. ,.nela." He laughed bitterly. "Spain bas lost, my country has lost the western world; because ot the stu- ..Not at all, my sister. While the poor deluded Adol!o pleaded with yon, and coaxed and threatened, the Venezuelan nrmy has taken over the city ot Valencia. He is a prisoner, and I am a prisoner, and I am going to do my earnest best to kill him and take my chances on escape." I hesitated, not because I was afraid of CtJlonel Fuentes, but because 1 be. Ueved that the clean courage ot thla boy would win. ..Yon have a weapon In your hand. Adolto, and you should not be afraid fo use lt. I might tell you that my lett hand in my pocket also holds a pistol You have been a traitor to Spain in your service, and a traitor to honor and decency in your love. It you have a spark of courage left 100. wlll use your pistol before I kill yon llke the dog-•• A deafening report filled the house with thunder, and, an instant later, another shot added volume to the din. Senora Ybarra held to me for support. un is murder.'' she gasped, ..mur-der . . . My poor house I" I heard the choking cry ot a man 1n agony and the crash ot a heavy body talllng to the fioor. I waited for the sound of a voice, waited BDX· Iously, Finally, It came: "'PolltQ, ah, Mother Mary, Polito 1" "You wlll notice, my sister," satd Polito coolly, "that it wae not l who fired first." As I pushed through the portieres, the knocker clanged ltJodly on the front door. Dolce screamed at sight of me, for she must have imagined that I was an apparltlon, then she ran Into my arms, sobbing and crying my name. "Loren. ah, Loren I Polito has killed him, my brother has killed Adolfo l" Ovet' the shining curls 1 looked at Colonel Fuentes, who lay motionless In the sprawling postnre ot his fall "A good thing, my own,'' I ~d; ..Pollto has only saved me the task of killIng him.'' .,Have the Men of Venezuela Taken Over the City?" pidtty anfl the cowardJce of De Fuen· tes and La Torre and that murderer, Morales, Spnln hflve failed 1n her attempt to build a mighty empire in the New world. All the wealth of this fair lanfl couM have made us a great nation, but bJ!:l majesty, Ferdinand, puts hts work here to the hands of cowardsl "Aye, worse than cowards-eheap tricksters. In Caracas you played an evil trlrk upon my sister. You and that other liar, Morales, told her that the tall Amcrieaoo lay 1n the dun· geon, nwaftfng execution, and that she could save bJ!ll by going to the altar wll"h you." Ah, narut> ot a sweet and sacrlficlng Rngell l:low I loved her tor tbat. A whole Ute of service coUld never repay her.' Now Adolfo got in a word or two: "You talk to me thus, lleutennnt, you a subordinate offlcer, talk so to the commandant of the V::tlencia garrison? A word from me and a firing squad wlll tare you as you stand against a wall, and that word, believe me, shall be given before the sun has set. And the Senorita DuJce, who has held me ofl' with threats and promises, and who has lol'ed secretly this ladrone that she picked up in a New Orleans park-" ''Ah, Dios," the Senorita cried, wm "Di(IS 1" Polito laughed. ••Colonel Fuentes will gl ve no order for my e:s:ecntlon, for such order is out of his province. He is not the commandant of the Va!en~ cia garrlson." "Polito, my own," satd Dulce, .. surely your mind-" I loosed her and Lieutenant Lamartina protrered his weapon to me. ..I wlll be a prisoner, Senor--eh 'l'' "Yes, Pollto, tor I fear there will be no chance for your escape. The forces of Ven,ezuela hold the city." As I stood over the prostrate man, the pistol In my hand, Colonel Pin! appeared at the portieres. Be approached the Senorita and, cap in hand, offered a deep bow before her. "May I apologize tor Mara cay, Senorita, for a madness must have poasessed me?" "My mind Is closed to Maracay, Senor," she satd coldly. Ah, what regal poise of her head, what limitless helghts from which she looked down upon him 1 • He studied the still form ot Adolfo. "Pretty quick work, major; you otter valiant service in aldln~ us to win the battle of Carabobo, and then yon rush away to attend a few personal tends that you have accumulated. I congratulate you-a busier man I have never seen." I was sure that Dulce would not be safe to the city so long as this man was commanding officer. for the rule of Valencia was martial law, and Colonel Pint himself, tor the present at least, was the law. I determined, therefore, to settle my afl'alr with him as quickly as possible. ''Your words ot praise warm my heart, Colonel, tor I have, as you lnU.· mate, made a most excellent begin· ning; yet there are many important things that I must do." His eyes narrowed. "Who, may I ask, Garde, wlll be the next on your list now that you have finished with tbe estimable Colonel Fnentes'l" ''Not so," said Poll to. "Major Garde was not-" "You wlll be her brother-no?" Pint laughed softly, for there must have been a deal ln thJs situation to please him. "One would imagine that the Senorita Lamartina ts well squired." ..Aye, so she ls, my colonel," I lied, "and so shall she be. Loug ago Adolto de Fuentes forfeited her regard in such manner as to rel!der a challenge from me Imperative. As you can readily see, he has patd most grievously tor lt. It was my right, Colonel.'' Dulce crled out in dJsmny and Polito bent an astonished look upon me. Nothing could be gained by charging the lieutenant with tbe death ot ills commanding officer, and much, I knew might be lost. ''The Lieutenant Lamartina," I continued, 11 Was anxious to take from me the bonor ot defendtug the Senorita, yet he was a prisoner, and I could not permit It; besides, a soldier may not attack hls superior officer-Is it not so, my colonel?" (TO Bm CONTINUED.) <><><><><><> Odd Claims Insurance Companies Had to Pay The strangeness or some accldents for which Insurance companies have been mulcted tn the past almost ellsrunts human belief, says an article in Pearson's Weekly (London). Take lovers, tor Instance. One man recently received insurance fdr broken ribs caused by being bugged too endearlng· ly by his fl.nnce. Another young ~'sheik'' held bls sweetheart on bls lap until his foot went to sleep. 'Vhen be rose to suy good-by, hls leg crumpled up under bim, and he bumped hlmselt severely. His Insurance company paid for the damage. Tf.ke a quiet stroll through your neighborhood, and the same puckjsh spirit of disaster may be conspiring to work yon grievous Ill. At least, that Is what an E.J:eter pollee- man must have thought recently, when some cough drops exploded 1n his pocket, and set fire to his clothes so effectively that the local fire brigade had to be called out ln order to ex~ tlnguish them. It was explained later that tbe tablets cootnJned chlorate of potasb, \vl1lch bnd Ignited through beIng rubbed against the lining ot hi• pocket ns he walked alQng on his beat. Friday, January 29, 1932 MercolizedWax LIKE THE THouGHT 1 OF BEING MARTYRS K Ski n y oung eeps Getanounl!lloandOIIeaadireoted.Ftneoarticle~otqed . Dehberately Som.e Seem lo L!t • CU lti•V&t e th e H &UI: Successes are all right, but It's your !allures that mnk"e life ~eally worth wblle-Lf you are really interested in the art of Martyrdom. Ail that's necessary to make you a topflight martyr Is to convince yourself (a) that you have been wronged, and (b) that you have great Splr!tunl Qualities. 'l'a.ke business, for instance. You are anxious to put that transaction across, and you go to Smithers and give hlm your sales talk. He retail· ates by giving you a super sales tslk In which he explains clearly why your schemes a.re all wet. If you are foolish yon put that down as a tough break, and sulk about it. If you are wise you become a Martyr on the Altar of Big Business, and haTe loads ot tun. You convince yourself that you are a Noble Soulnot interested in material things, a Soul too good for the crass mercenary wo>)d ln which yqu have been placed. People don't appreci'B.te your Spiritual Side. Cultlvate the habit of not being appreciated, and Jn no time you'll be so happy you could sing. Or take sport. You go Into a tournament, and take a beating from some duffer who obviously bas no more Splrltual Qualities thfln a side order ot spinach. Is your :failure doe to innbiUty'J Nonsense. It's due to your Spiritual Quallties. Think ot the people you've been prnctlclng with. Haven't you sacrificed yourself? Haven't you been playing against Inferior opposition just to give the others joy? or course you .hav-e, :If you're woJ•th 2 cents as a martyr. Couldn't you beat anybody in the world It you concentrated purely on winning instead of playing for the Joy of the Game? And there you are. You're n Noble Soul, and glad you lost. Did you take a beating at bridge? Didn't you sacrifice yourself and make a fourth when you'd have preferred to be alone communlng with your soul? (And maybe yon had bad cards, too.) Disappointed in love? Obviously not appreciated for your Finer Side. Not Invited to that party when yo'll should have been? Because you refuse to stoop to belng a pusher. Of course not everybody in the world can be a martyr, but, be honest with yourself. A.ren't you one?-Kansas City Times. akin I)EieJ od Wt.~il till dofeo::u euch .. pimt~lee,liver •POU, tan aod freeklea d.i.U.DJMlaT. 8kin ia then eoh and velv._ty, YoUT faceloobyean~ YOUDaor. Mtm:toi.bCid Wu brinp out the bldden beaut,. o( your l>k!n. To ""'OY" wrlnlkfee uae oD.e ou1:1ce Powdered &~lt.e diMolved in one-lullf pint 'lriWh hdel, At dnlc: •tore~~. Preparedneu Rev. W. P. 1\Ierrlll of the Brick church, New York, speaking about the necessity of beginning far back to stop war, told about •4one of the most ln,.lved. and <lron sentences" be ever heard. It was In the Catsklllll, in early summer. on a beautiful warm evening, A small lad suddenly appeared, waving a smudge from wh.icb came a cloud of smoke. Some one called: "Jimmy, why are you usln~ the _smudge'? There aren't any mos· qui toes." He answered: "I'm smoking the mosquitoes before they come, so they will stay a way when they get here.,.. -Presbyterian Advance. Dorothy's Mother Proves Claim ..------=:;-~C;l~il~ldren don't or1~~~~'~ take to IDed· IJ but here's one all of them love. Perhaps It shouldn't be called medicine at alL more like a rich, f 0 0 d. It's pure, who1esomeJ sweet to the taste and sweet in your child's little stomach. It builds up and strength· ens weak, puny, underweight chil· dren, makes them eat heartily, brings the roses back to their cheeks, makes them playful, energetic, :run of lite. And no blllous, headachy, constipated, feverish, fretful baby or child ever failed to respond to the gentle influence of California Fig Syrup on their llttle bowels. It starts lazy bowels quick, cleans them out thoroughly, tones and strengthens them so they continue to act normally, of their own accord. Millions of mothers know!~ a!ont California Fig Syrup :trom experlence. A Western mother, Mrs. J. G. Moore, 119 Cliff Ave., San Antonio, Texas, says: "California Fig Syrnp Is certainly nil that's clalmecj,.for lt. I have proved that with my \lttle Dorothy. She was a bottle baby and very delicate. Her bowels were weak. I started her on Fig Syrup when she was a few months old and It regulated ber, quick. I have used it with her ever since for colds and every little set-back and her wonder.. ful condition tells better than words . how it helps." Don't be Imposed on. See that tha FJg Syrup you buy bears the name, "California" so you'll get the genu· ine. famous tor 50 years. I Some years ago a cie•er Amerlcan Roman tie Cipher professor was asked by a young Indy tor a cipher that could be easn~ worked out without being too difHcuit to rend, whereupon he penned the following: U 0 a 0, but I 0 U: 0 0 no 0, but 0 0 me; 0 let not my 0 a. 0 go. But give 0 0 I 0 U so. When the 'key to this Is obtained It lilts like a love song. The secret of It lies In tbe facts that a naught Is a cipher and Umt it ts easy to make tills word 11Sigh for" whenever required. It reads pbonotlca11y with perfect ease, but tl1e written form ls perhaps more readily lntelllglble: You sigh for a cipher, but I sigh for you; 0 sigh tor no cipher, but 0 sigh for me, 0 let not my sigh for a cipher go, 13ut give sigh tor sigh, for I sigh tor you so. I Warm Compliment Betty was a plump young matron who realized that her fondness tor gay colors must be restrained in her choice of street clothes, In order+not to emphasize her built. Therefore she hailed the fashion of bright-col· ored uhostess pajamas" with en.. thnsiasm, and invested in a bright red set. She 'vatted with patie"nce :tor ber husband to come home that evening and comment on her looks. He walked Jn, took a look at her sple;ndor, and remarked, with more candor than kindness. "Heavens, Betty1 you look like a blazing bani I" That's That Blinks-What the heck good are all these circulars thrown on front A yes-man has more friends than a porches, anyway? Jinks-Well, they give a lot of no-man; and a no· man's friendship is printers work, nt least. worth far more. ----- CORRECT GROWTH for Children You cao hd(' your children gain sturdy bones and sttoag teeth by giv1ng them Scott's Emulsion of Cod Liver Oil daily. (Ic's the Vitamin D content that docs it.) But there's also a. wealth o! Vitamin A present that builds resistance -in parents as wdl as children-to such common illnesses .as winter colds. It's the pleas.ant, easy way to take cod liver oil. Scott & Bowne, Bloomfield, N.J. Sales Representative, Harold F. Ricchie & Co., Inc., New York. Llltrlnf TO th11 ScoU c! BOWM radio proqrant, "Adum~ri11g tcit.A Count wn Lluk1l.f1r," olt Stotndall night at '1."10 Jl. m. ot~er StatioM KHJ LM An~kla', KOIN Portland, KFRC Salt Franoillco. KOL&a.Ulii,KVITaeamaaMKFPYSpo~ll was sent to register a complaint by R<otort That Appealed none other than the nation's Chiet to Roosevelt's Humor Executive. The agitation about the useless noises of o. big city reminds a certain eighty-three-year-old \Vashtngton contractor ot a time when his company was filling in the Jnnd that Js now Potomac park. There wns n battery of dredges at worlr there, ~tnd their puffing, snorting, and scraping so disturbed the repose of the members of the \Vhite Bouse famUy tbat a certain Colone1 Raines "You tell the President,'' said the chJef of the contracting gang, "tl1at I'm sorry I can't grind out symphonies." And when he received the answer, Theodore Roosevelt laull'hed long and loud and the work of the dredg• ers continued. T.b e law of heaven ls lo\'e, • Trading Term 'l'be designation direct 1 rade is given to commerce between two nat1dn8 carried on tn vessels of either of thoee nations. \Yben conducted 1n vessela of other nations It Is termed indirect trade. |