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I HOSTILE
I' .VALLEY
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SYNOPSIS
Jim Saladine listens to the history
of neighboring Hostile Valley, with
gossip of the mysterious, enticing
“Huldy,” wife of Will Ferrin. Inter
ested, he drives to the Valley for a
day’s fishing, though admitting to
himself his chief desire is to see the
reputedly glamorous Huldy. “Old
Marm" Pierce and her nineteen
year-old granddaughter Jenny live
in the Valley. Since little more than
a child Jenny has at first admired
and then deeply loved young Will
Ferrin, neighboring farmer, older
than she, and who regards her still
as merely a child. Will takes em
ployment in nearby Augusta. Jenny
is disconsolate. Bart Carey, some
thing of a ne’er-do-well, is attracted
by Jenny, but the girl repulses him.
Learning that Will is coming home,
Jenny, exulting, sets his long-empty
house “to rights,” and has dinner
ready for him. He comes—bringing
his wife, Huldy. The girl’s world
collapses. Huldy becomes the sub
ject of unfavorable gossip in the
Valley. Entering his home, unlooked
for. Will finds seemingly damning
evidence of his wife’s unfaithfulness,
as a man who he knows is Seth
Humphreys breaks from the house.
Will overtakes him, and chokes him
to death, though Humphreys shat
ters his leg, with a bullet. At Marm
Pierce’s house the leg is amputated.
Jenny goes to break the news to
Huldy. She finds Bart Carey with
the woman. When he leaves Huldy
makes a mock of Jenny’s sympathy,
declaring she has no use for “half
a man,” and is leaving at once. Will
is legally exonerated, and with a
home-made artificial leg “carries
on,” hiring a helper, Zeke Dace.
Months later, Huldy comes back.
Will, only warning her she must
“mend her ways,” accepts her pres
ence as her right. Two years go
by. Zeke and Bart Carey engage in
a fight, the trouble arising over
Huldy. Amy Carey commits suicide.
Before Huldy’s return Zeke Dace
had been showing her attention, but
Zeke had succumbed completely to
Huldy’s wiles. Salhdine comes to the
Valley. Bad roads cause him to
stop at the Ferrin farm where he
meets Huldy.
CHAPTER VI—Continued
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She turned to face ^ Saladlne.
"This is my place," she'told him.
Her voice was rich and fullt
“A chance to get down t’the brook
from here?” he asked.
’ “Over that side," she assented.
'“If yo’re still a mind to go!” And
she urged, almost cajollngly:
“You won't take any trout today.
Brook’s too high!”
He would not argue with her.
“Likely not,” he agreed. “But I'm
a mind to see the brook.” He found
the steep path at one side.
“What did you come here for,
anyway?" she demanded, and her
month was sullen, almost angry,
challenging.
“To fish,” he said, uncomfortably.
“To see Hostile Valley.”
“We ain’t all hostile here,” she
said. She was smiling again. “If
you wa’n’t In such a hurry!” He
took one step down. “I might come
along with you,” she proposed. “If
you asked me pretty, I c’d show you
the best holes.”
Saladlne was a man sober and
contained; but no man could escape
the disturbing force she emanated.
His senses swam and his cheek was
brick red.
“Ill find 'em," he blurted; and
plunged down the steep path to
ward the brook like one who breaks
away from detaining hands.
From the foot of the precipice he
looked up and back, his eye drawn
Irresistibly. She stood poised on
the very margin of the ledge,
leaning a little over to watch him;
and he heard her laugh softly.
Then be turned into the woods,
relieved to be away. He supposed
she would go back to the house;
but so far as Saladlne ever knew,
she did not return to the house
again before she died.
~ CHAPTER VII
JENNY went down brook that
morning to do Marm Pierce’s bid
ding in the matter of the lily root
The girl made her way to a poo) she
knew, with a rip of singing water
at the bead, crawled out on a log
and lay at length, reaching deep
into the water with a heavy kitchen
knife to loose one of the roots froin
the mucky bottom. Saladlne came
upon her while she was thus en
gaged. ■ <
Along any well-fished stream
there Is sure to be a trail that will
lead even a stranger to the most
advantageous spots from which to
try each pool. Saladlne was quick
to discover such a path here. When
he first found it, be saw a boot
track In the muck, and knew that
another angler had gone down
brook this same morning. He
thought regretfully that if the oth
er man had fished the pools, the
trout would be not so readily re
sponsive now; and as he went on,
be began to wonder about this man
who had gone downstream before
him, and to watch alertly, waiting
to overtake the other.
But it was not a man whom pres
ently he encountered, but a woman,
lying along a log which extended
into one of the pools, with her head
lower than her heels, her ankles
crossed, and her heels toward him.
While he checked in his tracks,
still and astonished, she brought
up out of the water an object which
he recognized; one of the thick
fleshy root-stocks of the water lily.
She washed it clean, and then she
rose to her hands and knees on the
log, and sat back on her heels, and
so came to her feet and turned to
face Jim on the bank behind her
here.
Her dark eyes widened at sight
of him; and Jim looked at her with
a pleasurable appreciation. The
beauty which she wore was not a
simple matter of hair and lips and
eyes, of coloring and conformation.
She was, Saladine thought, illum
ined and made radiant by some in
ward glory.
He told her: "I didn’t look to run
into anyone, this far from the road.”
“It’s not far to where I live,” she
said simply; and she asked: “Done
anything?”
“Not much,” he said apologetical
ly. “Some one fished down through
ahead of me. That’d scare the
trout. I see his tracks. Likely he
passed you?”
■■meres a steam mui working,
down below,” she reflected. “Likely
it was one of the men from there."
She was clearly uneasy. “I’ve got
to go,” she decided, and before he
could speak to detain her, she was
gone. She vanished among the
trees, and he had an impression of
an almost musical harmony as she
moved.
The girl set out for home swift
ly, disturbed by this encounter, her
eyes watchful of the woods around.
She came back to the house, and
Marm Pierce saw her uneasiness
and asked;
"What happened, Jenny? See
some one?”
“A man, down brook,” Jenny ex
plained. “Fishing, he was." She
hesitated. “He didn't bother me,”
she said. “He was kind of like Will,
big, and steady. But he said he'd
seen tracks all down the brook,
along the path. I didn’t know who
might be around.’’
“This man, did he look like he
might be from Augusta?”
Jenny shook heir head. “No,
more like folks around here,” she
declared. “But no one I ever see
before."
They exhausted the subject pres
ently, and must by and by have for
gotten it But a little before noon,
when he was done fishing, Saladlne, -
mistaklng Will Ferrin’s directions
and seeking the road to Carey’s,
took the way in to Uarm Pierce’s
farm instead, and so came to the
house divided. Marm Pierce and
Jenny were in the dining room when
rain suddenly began to fall Jenny
rose to close a window, and as sbe
did so, Saladlne came running
around the house to take shelter on
the porch; and Jenny called over
her shoulder:
“Granny, here’s that man 1 see
down brook!” They saw him pass
the windows and go toward the
kitchen door, and the girl made
baste to open to him there.
When Saladlne thus saw Jenny
again, he was surprised afresh at
her beauty, and amused at this sec
ond encounter. The rain had wet
ted him.
"Lome in ana set, jenny umiea
him. "Tin the rain’s done. To’re
soaked through!" She pushed the
screen door wide.
‘TU drip on your floors,” Saladlne
pointed out “And it’s not cold!
I’U stay here on the porch till It
passes. Then maybe yon can put
me on the way to Carey’s.”
“Come In, come In I" Marm Pierce
Insisted. “Water won’t hart the
floors, and yon’ll catch your death
out there 1”
So he leaned the loose sections
of his disjointed rod against the
weather-boarded wall and stepped
Into the kitchen. “I Ashed down
broor, after I saw you,” he said to
the girl. “It’s all a bog, below
there. I got enough of that, and
cut back up to the road. Will Fer
rln told me to take the first road
right . .
When he spoke that name, the
girl’s pulse caught, then pounded In
a quicker beat. To think suddenly
of Will could always shake her long
composure. She stepped back. Into
the shadowed end of the kitchen by
the sink; but Marm Pierce—she
bad put aside her knitting—came
out from the dining room and said
briskly:
“Chunk up the fire, Jenny,” and
to Jim: “Ton get up dose and dry.”
Jmoy obeyed, glad of this pro
text of activity; and Saladine told
them his name and errand here.
"The road In here fooled me," he
explained. "I thought it’d bring me
to Carey’s. It looks like a traveled
road."
She nodded, with clucking chnckle.
“’Tisl” she agreed. “A lot of peo
ple come In here, take It by and
large!”
"Why?"
Her little black eyes twinkled at
him. “If you lived anywhere around
here, you'd have heard of Marm
Pierce,” she told him, a crotchety
pride In her tones. “Folks come to
me for doctoring. Tarbs and sim
ples. I’ve healed a pile of hurts In
iny day.
“A real doctor can’t make a living
here, so they come to me, and pay
me with help In hay time, or they
get my wood In, and do the chores
that’s too heavy for Jenny."
“It must be hard for just the two
of you,” he hazarded.
Marm Pierce eyed him shrewdly.
“Now yo’re wishing you dast ask
questions,” she guessed. “You’ve
got eyes in your head to see the
looks of this house, and you’ve got
a head on you to wonder about the
why of it!”
She related, almost proudly, her
ancient stubborn quarrel with her
brother. He said, amused:
“Looks to me you cut off your
own nose to spite your face!"
“Folks get so they hanker for a
fight, around here,” Marm Pierce
declared. "Quarreling with your kin
comes natural in Hostile Valley. I
take a heap of satisfaction out of
seeing the Win-side of this house
go to rot and ruin. Serves him
right, I say!”
“He around?” Saladlne asked.
“He sneaks back, oncet in so
often, to see to’t I’m letting things
alone,” she said. “Or he says that’s
why.” Her tone was dry with scorn.
Then old Marm Pierce asked:
“You say you come in by Will’s?”
And at his assent, she said: “Will’s
a fine man! He deserves better!”
Saladine explained: “I left my
car at Will’s. Mis’ Ferrin showed
me the path down to the brook.”
Marm Pierce’s tone was suddenly
unfriendly. “Guess likely you vis
ited with her for a spell?” Saladine
shook his head; and the other said
tartly: “It’s a wonder she let you
get away!”
There seemed no reply to this:
but Saladine, standing by the stove,
was deeply uncomfortable. He bad
caught one foot between two bowl
“I C’d Show You the Boot Holes.’*
ders, and had felt a sharp burning
pain la his ankle. Moving a step
away from the stove Just now, that
hurt reminded him of Its existence
with a pain so sharp that he winced,
and limped. The old woman looked
at him shrewdly.
“Tour foot hurt?” she asked.
“I twisted it," be confessed, and
she came to her feet with a spry
alacrity.
“High time you was a’telllng me;”
she said. “I can tend that for you.
Set down and take off your shoe.”
She began to heat something In a
saucepan on the stove. “How’d you
do It?” she asked.
He said with a smile at his own
'Clumsiness: “A fool thing. All down
brook today, I kept feeling as If
some one was watching me. So I
kept looking back, and naturally I
stepped Into a bole.” And he said,
watching her: “This Talley’s a
gloomy place for a stranger,
ma'am!"
She nodded. “It la that,” she
agreed. “And for folks that live
here. too. I could tell you tales.”
And then suddenly she became mo
tionless, her head cocked, listen
ing. “Heavy foot a-comtng,” she
said softly, and looked toward the
outer door.
Saladine, seated, did not Immedi
ately rise; and Marm Pierce was
busy, so It was Jenny who crossed
to the door.
She was thus the first to see
Bart, striding toward the bouse
through-the rain. He bore a bur
den in bis arms, a woman. Her
head bung down over his elbow,.and
her upturned face streamed with
rain. Huldy Ferrln, limp and still
and broken! That dark red gar
ment she wore was drenched and
shapeless now.
Jenny Instinctively recoiled; but
Marm Pierce came to fling the door
wide. Bart stepped up on the porch,
panting. He crossed the threshold
and his dripping burden stained
the dean scrubbed floor.
For an Instant none spoke. Jen
ny, like one poised for flight, backed
into the dining room. There was a
hideous ringing In her ears, and she
stared at Huldy with blank, glased
eyes. Even Marm Pierce was star
tled Into silence.
Then Bart told them in explosive
ejaculation: “She fell off the ledge
back of Will’s. I fetched her here—
case yon could—do anything."
So Marm Pierce recovered her wits
and took quick command. “Carry her
In here,” she bade; and led the way
Into the dining room, Jenny moved
aside, and Bart deposited Huldy
upon the couch against the further
wall. Jenny saw that he was curi
ously disheveled. Something — a
dead stub which he had brushed In
his passage through the wood—had
gouged three deep scratches on his
cheek; and the shoulder of his shirt
was torn. His garments all were
soaked, save that across the front
of him, where he had carried Hulda
In his arms, the faded blue of his
overalls was of a lighter hue than
elsewhere. Her body, pressed against
his, had kept the denim there, save
for two thin trickles, completely
dry. N
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where she had seen Huldy, lying
In the sun, on a day long ago;
and she remembered, shutlderlngly,
the steep declivity below.
Then Bart was speaking, still
panting a little.
“I was fishing,” he said. “Down
below Will’s place. Heard her let
ont a screech, and then a kind of
thump; and I scrabbled up to the
foot of the ledge and there she
was. I ’low she’s dead and done
for,” he confessed. “But X never
took time to think of that I”
Marm Pierce nodded. "Aye, done
for, finally,” she said In low, al
most triumphant tones.
“I could’ve lugged her home, up
the hill,” Bart admitted. “But It’s
steep, and I thought yon might do
something. It’s some further over
here than up to Will’s; but It’s eas
ier going. Looked to me I could
get her here as quick as there!”
He was rubbing his right hand
with his left, and Jenny saw that
the right was bruised and swollen,
a split across one knuckle;
“You hurt your hand,” she sug
gested huskily.
"Fell on It; fell and landed on
a rock,” Bart agreed.
The girl turned toward the couch;
she stood beside It, her back against
ihe wall, her hands spread at her
sides and her palms pressing against
the plaster. She looked down at
the hurt woman over her shoulder,
sidewise, with wide eyes; her lips
were white and still. Bart stood in
the middle of the room.
“I thought first off she was alive,"
he repeated.
Alarm Pierce said softly to her
self, like an old crone mumbling
some mysterious charm: “The blood
still runs!” She darted out to the
kitchen, lightly, swiftly, moving like
a shadow; she returned with some
white stuff In her band, and
clapped this against the wound on
Huldy Ferrln’s neck, from which
a thin stream flowed. She held her
hand pressed there.
"Dead, ain't she 7" Bart asked
huskily.
"You’d best fetch Will, Bart,*
she directed.
“What’ll I tell him?”
“Tell him anything yo’re a mind f'
she said impatiently.
“I’d better stay here,” the young
man urged. “There might be some
thing I could do I”
“I can do anything needs doing,”
Saladlne volunteered. He saw
Bart's glance touch his bare foot.'
“I sprained my ankle down In the
woods,” he explained. “Harm Pierce
was boiling up some liniment for
me.”
“Land!” cried the little old wom
an. "I declare, my wits are skrlm
shawl” She flitted to the kitchen.
"I'd be letting this boll dry in an
other minute. Nothing stinks like
burned vinegar! What’s the matter
with me?”
Saladlne followed her .Into the
kitchen. Bart stayed with Jenny In
the dining room.
“I’ll set It back to cool, or it’d
take the bide off yon,” Marm Pierce
decided, and suddenly she was busy
with another saucepan, water, some
twists of herbs from the cabinet
above the sink. “I might try a hot
steep on her chest” she whispered,
half to herself. "No good Just
standing by.”
And she called; “JennyI Jenny 1”
The girl came softly to the door.
“Jenny, you loose her clothes,”
Marm Pierce directed. “I'll want to
rub this on her chest, soon’s It’s
ready. Get her wet things off, easy
as you can, not moving her. Get a
blanket 'round her. . .”
Jenny tried to speak; and after
a minute she managed an assenting
word. “Yes, Granny,” she said, and
doeed the door.
Her knees were wavering; she
turned and set her back against the
door, and stood there weakly, look
ing toward the conch where Huldy's
broken body lay.
So, slowly, 'at Inat she moved
across the room.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Weather Affects Hessen Efficiency
Studies of the effect of at
mospheric conditions on hnman ef
ficiency show that the majority of
ns work faster In the spring and
autumn than In winter and that we
accomplish more work than usual
Immediately after a change In
weather, not only on a clear day
following a stormy period but also
during a storm following several
days of sunshine.
A.
e N«w Tork Pott—WNU Ssrvics.
Louis Victory
Looks Sure on
Baer’s Past
npHls month a headline hero,who
-*■ took advantage of every oppor
tunity to make a fool of himself,
meets a younger man who stead
fastly has spurned far more glow
ing temptatlona to toss aside all
sense of proportion. Perhaps the
younger man Is a greatly superior
fighting machine but of that no
matter. Because there is no real
evidence that either man can, or
will, change his old habits so soon,
there is little need for waiting until
the evs of their affair before pre
dicting that Joe Louie will beat
Max Baer easily, and probably
quickly.
A superbly built man, Baer is bet
ter equipped physically tban even
the lithe-muscled
opponent w n o se
legs must event
ually cause him
trouble. Whether he
could have become
the greatest of all
champions Is some
thing that never
can be decided be
cause, obviously,
there Is no yard
stick for such
Max Baar measurement ot
past and present.
Yet it also must be as obvious that
be has declined to his present es
tate because he listened too Im
plicitly to those who screamed so
stridently that be was the greatest
of the great
Louis, whose ears have been as
sailed by a ballyhoo far louder, far
mors intense and probably far more
reasonable, has yet to indicate that
he has been swayed by it
Baer Must Depend
on Slugging Ability
Whether his ability is such as
would have enabled him to arrive
so close to the top so quickly in an
other fighting era is something that
need be touched upon here only
scantily. Perhaps, for all the fan
flare about his murderous punch,
the future will reveal that it was
as a cool, deadly, unwinking stalker
of his prey—a master boxer—that
he was at his best
Through no fault of his own ths
supply of svsn second-rats oppo
nents is scarcer now than, at any
time within 20 years. Again It is
to his credit that hs gets through
with ths Job quickly, still on his
balance.
Baer, even though It is quite pos
sible that his best days are done
and quite certain that those days
never were as magnificent as was
insisted upon by the sports page
philanthropists who made him 1,000
to 1 against Jim Braddock, might
be a worthy opponent It may be
that, after spending months in get
ting into shape for Camera and not
getting that way and after spend
ing more months In getting in shape
for Braddock and then claiming that
he was not ready, Max can come
Into perfect form now.
Probably It would not matter
anyhow. If there Is one time mors
than another when a guy contin
ually pops off about his own vir
tues is apt to make a sucker of him
self It is when hs faces a cool, de
termined opponent who keeps bor
ing In. Braddock did that to Baer,
and It is obvious that Louis will do
mors of the same. Braddock won
from a temperamental opponent be
cause hs gave early evidence that
hs never had read those headlines
which said Max would kill him.
With the possible exception of
the New Jersey Irishman who has
been vastly under
rated because ot
the quarrel be
tween the Hearst
press, and Mad
ison Square Gar
den, there Is no
white man who
could stand a
chance at ontbox->
lug the cream-col
ored Joe. Baer, one
of the noorer hex
era, clearly will not Joe Louie
try each a thing.
That meana that If he la td have
any chance at all ef winning he
muat depend «n his slugging abil
ity. If he quickly gave up such
Ideas while facing Braddock, who
waa handicapped by an Injured el
bow and rib. it la difficult to under
stand how he poaalbly can continue
them long against the coldly confi
dent pride ef Alabama.
'T'HEY fired a man out In Clove
land tha other day. Of courao
they called It- something elae but
that la what It waa and . . . but
maybe there are tome who recall
a soggy, miserable October day In
192S.
In the first game of the World
series with the Pirates that year
Old Barney had pitched the Sen
ators to a 4-1 victory. He had come
back in the fourth contest to do
even better, to win, 4-0.
Now, while sullen clouds stared
down upon the soggy turf and chill
mitta bltw up from
the rlvera, ha waa
to try again In tha
deciding gama. Al.
moat aingla-handad
thla veteran of a
departing day waa
to try to beat the
National league
championa. It waa
no fit afternoon to
drag him forth :
again but there waa
nothing else to do Johnson
and no one else to
save the cause. Perhaps he thought
about that as, arm swathed in a
heavy sweater, he warmed up
slowly.
Four runs for Washington in the
first, Vic Aldridge driven from the
box. It was news that delighted
his supporters throughout the land
but he took It calmly. He knew how
tired his legs were and how merci
lessly the chill drizzle was seeping
into his muscles.
Still, he kept at it Bad breaks
menaced him Inning after inning,
but In the eighth Pecklnpaugh hit
a home run and the Senators came
Into the final session with a one
run lead.
That was enough for Old Barney,
they aald. Perhaps hs thought so
himself. He had not yet glimpsed
his most dangerous foe.
Calmly, easily he disposed of the
first two batters. Only one more
and a long career would be crowned
with two years on world champion
ship teams.
“Old Barney” Takes
Fate’s Raps Smiling
Smith came to the plate, a good
batter but not a great one. He
poked the ball into right field. It
should have been held to a single
but rain was falling again. While
the outfielders slid in pursuit of the
ball Smith reached second.
Bigbeo batted for Kremer—It was
so dark that you could hardly see
him but hs slashed a double to score
the runner.
A tie now. Too bad, but no use
crying over that The thing to do
was to get another
man out. Then the
Senatora would
have their turn and
maybe they could
uae it to break the
deadlock. If not,
It waa likely that
the game would be
called before It en
tered extra In
nings. That would
"" provide another
Peckinpaugh chance another
day.
All thla Old Barney muet have
been thinking ae he faced Moore.
He wae thinking, too, of a vague
face that kept leering at him from
a distance.
The ball was slippery, the famous
control for once was lacking. Moore
walked.
“Too bad, but no use weeping.
I’ll get the next one. I've pitched
myself out of worse holes,” Old
Barney must have been saying to
himself, trying to ignore that leer
ing face.
He pitched. Max Carey hit a
grounder to Peckinpaugh. Old Bar
ney's high, stooped shoulders no
longer felt tired. He bad done It
But wait I There was a gaap
from the crowd. Peok, who was.)
setting a new record for errors, had
fumbled again. Both runners were
safe.
A forlorn figure. Old Barney
walked back to the mound and stood
there a long moment He had staked
everything on getting Carey and he
had lost through no fault of his
own. Still, even though he was be
ginning to recognize that leering
face, he must try again, this time
against a far better hitter than
Carjy.
Try he did, but Cuyler, young and
ardent, was too much for him. Klki
doubled Into the right field stands
and the rune scored.
It wae time to surrender. Old
Barney knew that an enemy might
ier than the Pirates was crushing
him, yet he did not yield another
Inch. Cooly, gamely he retired the
hard-hitting Barnhart and returned
to the bench hoping against hope.
Even when two were out In the
Washington half he still hoped. But
It was no use. Old Barney was
,***•"• *
Who beat him I Cuyler, some say.
Peckinpaugh with his errors, oth^fs
add. Old Barney knows better even
though he never said a word and
took it with a smile.
They fired a man In Cleveland the
other day. Of course they called it
something else but that la what It
was and—Walter Johnson took It
smiling. Probably he never was a
good manager but no matter. You
must admire a man who can take It
thus In a world where destiny ao of
ten pals around with overrated
Housewife'* Idea Box
A Paint Hint
Do you And It difficult properly to
mix paint which has just been
opened? The next time you are going
to use a can of paint, turn the cl ;ed
can upside down a couple of uaya
before you Intend to use It You will
And that you have no difficulty In
mixing the paint.
THE HOUSEWIFE.
6 Public Ledger. Inc.—WNU Service.
Week's Supply of Postum Free
Read the offer made by the Postum
Company In another part of this pa
per. They will send a full week’s sup
ply of health giving Postum free to
anyone who writes for It—Adv.
Stone Shower Fall* ’
A shower of stone which recently I
fell In the TIpperall district of Ben- j
gal Is believed to be fragments of a
meteor.
Forest Found in Desert
A forest CO miles long has been j
discovered In the Kara-Kum desert
of Russian Central Asia.
anew Coleman
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pow#r *Llve# I
Pressure Light I
T'HIS two-mantle i
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sene Mantle Lamp/)
barns 96% air and£
4% kerosene (coal
oil;, it ■ a pressure lamp
that produces 800 candle*
power of “live”, eye
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MODEL
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more and better lijjht at
lees cost. A worthy com
panion to the famous
Coleman Gasoline Pres
sure Lamps. Safe...the
fuel fount is madeof brass
_smoky chimneys to wash.
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OB for Froo Descriptive Uteaton.
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Happiness
Happiness Is the silver in the gray
hair of Suffering.—V. D. Ventrl*
Field.
Laxative combination
folks know is trustworthy
The confidence thousands of parents have
In good, old reliable, powdered Thedford’a
Black-Draught has prompted them to get
the new Syrup of Black-Draught for their
children. The grown folks stick to the
powdered Black-Draught: the youngsters
probably will prefer it when they outgrow
theii childish love of sweets. . . Mrs. C. W.
Adams, of Murray, Ky., writes: “I have
used Thedford’s Black-Draught (powder)
about thirteen years, taking it for bilious
ness. Black-Draught acts well and I am
always pleased with the results. I wanted
a good, reliable laxative for my children.
I have found Syrup of Black-Draught to
be just that”
BLACK-DRAUGHT
Bowling at Midnight
Midnight outdoor bowling matche*
ire popular In Scotland.
ECZEMA ITCHING
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