The Batesville Herald. (Batesville, Tex.), Vol. 9, No. 14, Ed. 1 Thursday, April 15, 1909 Page: 4 of 4
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The stnry opens nt Harvard w here 0*01.
Rupert Winter. U. 8. A.. visiting, saw the
suicide of young Mercer. He met t'ary
Mercer, brother r.f the dead student.
Three years Inter. In C'hlragn, In r.ssi.
Col, winter overheard Cary Mercer ap-
parently planning to kidnap Archie, the
colonel's ward, and to Knln possession of
Aunt Rebecca Winter's millions A Miss
8mlth was mentioned, apparently os a
conspirator. Winter unexpectedly met a
relative, Mrs. Mllllcent Melville, who
told him that Ids Aunt Rebecca, Archie
and the latter's nurse. Miss Janet Smith,
were to leave for the west with the
colonel and Mrs Melville. A great finan-
cial magnate was aboard the train on
which Col. Winter met Ids Aont Rebec-
ca, Miss Smith and 'Arclde. lie set hls
orderly, Herat Haley, to watch over Cary
Mercer. Col. Winter learned that the
financial magnate Is Kdwln H. Keatehnm.
On approaching Cary Mercer, the colonel
was snuhbod.
CHAPTER III.—Continued.
Archie looked disappointed "I sup-
pose so,” he sighed. "I'm nfrald I’d
want to, If they were pointing pistols
at me. Lewis was on the train once
when a man showed fight. Me wouldn't
put up hls hands, and the bandit
plugged him, like a flash; ho fell
crosswIba over the seat and the blood
spurted across Lewis' wrist; he said it
was like a hot Jet of water.”
The homely and bizarre horror of
the picture had evidently struck home
to Archie; he half shivered.
"Too much Imagination," grumbled
the colonel to himself. "A Winter
ought to take to fighting like a duck
to water!” Ho betook himself to Miss
Smith; and he was uneasily con-
scious that he was going to her for
consoling. Hut he felt better after a
little talk about Archie with her.
Plainly she thought Archie hud plenty
of spirit; although, of course, he hadn't
told her about the bandits. The negro
was "kidding” the passengers; anil
women shouldn't be disturbed by such
nonsense. The colonel had old fash-
1< ned views of guarding hls woman-
kind from the hursh ways of the
world. Curious, he reflected, what
sense Miss Smith seemed to huve;
and how she understood things. He
felt better scqu&lnted with her than a
year's garrison Intercourse would
have made him with any other woman
he knew.
That afternoon, they two sat watch-
ing the fantastic cliffs which took
grotesque semblance of ruined castles
crowning their barren hillsides; or of
deserted amphitheaters left by some
vanished race to crumble. They bad
talked of many things. She had told
him of the sleepy old South Carolinian
town where she wns born, and the
plantation and the distant cousin who
wns like her mother, and tho hospital
where she had been taught, and the
married sister who had died. Such a
narrow, laborious, Innocent existence
as she described! How cheerfully,
too, she had shouldered her burdens!
They talked of the south and of the
Philippines; a little they lulked of
Archie and his sorrow and of the
eternal problems that 1 • c troubled
the soul of man since first death en-
tered the world. As they talked, the
colonel's suspicions faded Into gro-
tesque shadows. "Mllllcent Is ridic-
ulous," quoth he. Then he fell to won-
dering whether there had been a ro
manco In Miss Smith's past life. "Such
a handHomu woman would look high,"
he sighed. Only 24 hours ago he had
called Miss Smith "nice looking," with
careless criticism. Ho was quite un-
conscious of hls change of view. That
night he felt lonely, of a sudden; the
old wound In hls heart ached; Ills fu-
ture looked as bleak as the mountain
walled plains through which he was
speeding. After a long time the train
stopped with a Jar and rattle, ending
in a sudden shock. He raised Hie cur-
tain to catch the flash of the electric
lights nt Glenwood. Out of the deep
deflla they glittered like diamonds In a
pool of wator. Why should he think
of Miss Smith's eyes? With an Impa-
tient sigh, he pulled down tho curtain
and turned over to sloop.
Hls thoughts drifted, floated, were
submerged In a wavering procession
of pictures; be was back In the Philip-
pines ; they had surprised the fort;
how could that be when ht was on
guard? Hut they were there— He sal
up In hls berth Instinctively he
slipped the revolver out of hls bag and
held it in one hand, as he peeped
through the crevice of the curtains.
There was no motion, no sound of
moving; but heads were emerging In-
tween Ihc curtains In every direction;
and Archie was standing, hls hands
slinking above hls tumbled brown
head and pale face. A man In a soft
hat held two revolvers while another
man was pounding on tho drawing
room door, gruffly commanding those
Inside to come out. "No. we shall not
come out,” responded Aunt Rebecca's
composed, well bred accents, her neat
enunciation not disturbed by a quiver
"If you want to kill an old woman,
you will have to break down the door."
"Let them alone, Shay, It tukes ton
long; let's finish here, first." called the
man with the revolver; "they’ll come
soon enough when we want them
Here, young feller, flsli out! Nobody'll
get hurt If you keep quiet; if you
don’t you'll get a dose like (lie man In
No. 6, two years ago. Hustle, young
feller!"
The colonel was eyeing every mo-
tion, every shifting from one foe to
the other. Let them once get by
Archie—
Tho boy handed over hls pocketbook.
"Now your watch,” commanded the
brigand; "lake It. Shay!"
“Won't you please let me keep that
watch?" faltered Archie; "that was
papa's watch."
The childish name from the tall lad
made the rohhnr laugh. "And mamma a
little pet wants to keep It, does he?
Well, he can't. Hot a move on you?''
The colonel had the sensation of un
electric shock; ns the second robber
grabbed ut the fob In the boy's belt,
Archie struck him with the edge of
his open hand so swiftly and so fierce-
ly under the Jaw that he reached back
against bis companion. The colonel's
surprise did not disturb the automatic
aim of an old fighter of the plains;
bis revolver barked; and he sprang
out on the man lie shot. "(let back In
the berths, all of you." ho shouted;
"give nie a chance to shoot!"
The voice of tho porter, whose
hands had been turning up the lights
not quite steadily, now pealed out
with camp-meeting power, "Oat's It;
give de colonel a chance to do some
kllllnx!”
Moth bandits were sprawling on the
floor of the aisle, one limp and moan-
ing; but the other got one hand up to
shoot; only to have Archie kick the
revolver out of It, while st the same
Instant un umbrella handle fell with a
wicked whack on the man's shoulder.
The New Kngland professor was out
of hls berth. He had been a baseball
mun In his own college days; Ills bat
wns a frail one, but he hit with a will;
and a groan told of bis success. Never-
theless, the fellow scrambled to bis
feet, Mrs. Melville was also out of her
berth, thanks to which circumstance
be was able to escape; as the colonel
(who had grappled with the other man
and prevented hls rising) must needs
have shot through hls sister-in-law to
hit the fleeing form.
"What's the matter?" demanded
Mrs. Melville, while the New Eng
lander used an expression which, no
doubt, as a good church member, he
regretted, Inter, and the colonel thun-
dered: "All the women back Into
their berths. Don't anybody shoot!
You. professor, look after that fellow
on tho floor.” He was obeyed; In-
stinctively, the master of the hour Is
obeyed. The porter came forward and
helped the New Englander bind the
prostrate outlaw, with two silk hand-
kerchiefs and a pair of pujniuns, guard
mount tietng supplied by three men in
very startling costumes; snd a kind
of seraglio audience behind tho cur-
tains of the berth being enacted by all
the women In the car, only excepting
Aunt Rebecca and Mias Smith. Aunt
Rebecca, In her admirable traveling
costume of a soft gray silk wrapper,
looked as undisturbed as If midnight
alarms were an every-nlght feature of
Journeys. Miss Smith's black hair
was loosely knotted; and her face
looked pale, while her dark eyes
shone. They all heard the colonel's
revolver; they nil saw tho two men
who had met him nt the car door
spring off the platform Into the dark.
The robbers had horses waiting. The
colonel got one shot; lie snw the c%n
fall over hls horse's neck; but the
horse galloped on; and the night, be
yond the Utile splash of light, swal
lowed them completely.
After the conductor and the en
ginecr had both consulted him, and
the express messenger hsd appeared,
armed to the teeth, a little too late for
tho fray, Imt not too late for lucid
nrgunient, Winter made his way back
to the car. Miss Smith was sitting be
side Archie; she was holding tho
watch, which had played so Important
a part In the battle, up under tho elec-
tric light to examine an Inscription.
The loose black sleeves of her blouse
fell back, revealing her arms; they
wore white and softly rounded. She
looked up; and the soldier felt the
sudden rush of an emotion that he
had not known for years; It caught ut
Ills throat almost like un Invisible
hand.
"Well, Archie,” he said foolishly,
"good for Jiu-Jitsu!”
Archie flushed up to hls eyes.
"Why didn't you obey orders, young
man, and hold up your hands?" suhl
Col. Rupert Winter. “You're us had as
poor Haley, who Is nearly weeping
that he luul no chance, hut only broke
away from Mrs Ilaley In time to boo
the robbers make off."
"I—I did nt first; but I got so mad 1
forgot," stammered Archie happily.
"Afterward you were my superior of
fleer and 1 had to do what you said "
All the while he chaffed the hoy, ho
was watching for that beautiful look
In Janet Smith's eyes; and wondering
when he could get her off by herself
to brag to her of the boy's courage
When hls chance at a few words did
conic ho chuckled: "Regular fool
Winter' 1 knew he would act In Just
that absurd, reckless way." Thru he
caught tho look he wanted; It surely
was a lovely, womanly look; and It
moan! what In thunder did It mean?
As he puzzled, hls pulses gave the
same unaccountable, smothering leap;
and he felt as (hi1 hoy of 20 had fell,
coming hack from Ills battle to bis
first love.
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His Revolver Barked.
CHAPTER IV.
The Vanishing of Archie
"In my opinion," said Aunt Rebecca, 1
critically, eyeing her new drawing-
room on the trniu to San Francisco;
"the object of our legal methods
seems to he to defend the criminal
And a very efficient means to this end
is to make II so uncomfortable and
costly and Inconvenient for any wit- [
nesses of a crime that he runs away
rather than endure It Here we have
had to stay over so long In Salt Lake *
we nearly lost our drawing-room.
Hut never mind, you got your man !
committed Did you find out anything
about hls gang?"
The colonel shook Ills hoad "No. \
he's a lough country hoy; lie has the
rural distr ust of lawyers and of sweat
boxes IL- docs absolutely nothing
but groan and swear, pretending iq*
wound hurts him. Hut I've a notion
there are bigger people hack of him.
It's most nwfull) good of you. Aunt
Rebseea. to sties In me this war . "
“Of course, I stick to you; I’m too
old to be fickle. Did you ever know
a Winter who wouldn't stand by hls
friends? I belong to the old regime,
Rertle; we had our faults—glaring
ones, 1 dare say—but If we condoned
sin too readily, we never condoned
meanness; such a trick as that upstart
Keatcham Is doing would have been
Impossible to my contemporaries. You
saw the morning papers; you know he
means to eat up tho Midland?’’
"Yes, I know," mused the colonel;
"and turn Tracy, the president, down
—tho one who gave him hls start on
hls bucaneerlng career. Tracy de-
clines to lie hls tool, being, I under-
stand. a very decent sort of man, who
has always run hls road for hls stock-
holders and not for the stock market.
A capital crime, that in these days.
So Keatcham has, somehow, by one
trick or another, got enough directors
since Banelelgh died to give him con-
trol; though he couldn't get enough
of the stock; and now he means to
grab the road to use for himself. Poor
Tracy, who loves the road as a child,
they say, will have to stand by and
see It turned Into a Wall street foot-
ball; and the equipment run down us
fast as Its reputation. I think I'm
sorry for Tracy. Resides, it's a bad
lookout, the power of such fellows;
men who are not captnlus of Industry,
not a little bit; only Inspired gamblers.
Yet they ure running the country. I
wonder where is the class that will
save us."
"I don't know I don’t admire th«
present century, Hertle. We had peo-
ple of quality In my day; we have only
people of culture in this. I confess I
prefer the quality. They had robuster
nerves and really asked less of people,
although they may have appeared to
ask more. We used to be contented
with respect from our Inferiors and
courtesy from our equals—”
"And what from your betters, Aunt
Rebecca?" drawled the colonel.
"We had no betters, Rupert; we
were tho best. I think part* It was
our assurnuce of our position, which
nobody else doubted any more than
we, that kept us so mannerly. Nowa-
days, nobody has a real position. He
may have wealth and a servile follow
Ing, who expect to make something
oat of him, but he hasn't position. The
newspapers can make fun of him
The commou people watch him drive
by and never think of removing their
caps. Nobody takes him seriously ex-
cept his toadies ami himself. Ami as
for the sentiments of reverence and
loyally, very useful sentiments In
running s world, they seem to have
clean disappeared, except" — she
smiled a half reluctant smile—“except
with youngsters like Archie, who
would find It agreeable to be chopped
Into hits for you. and the women who
have not lived In the world, like Janet,
who makes a heroine out of me—
upon my word. Rertle, Je t'al fait
rouglr!"
Not at all," said the colonel; "an
illusion of the sunset; but what do
you mean when you say people of
quality required less thnn people of
oultu re?"
"Oh. simply this; all wo demanded
was deference; hut your cultivated
gang wants admiration and submls-
■Ion, ami will not let us possess our
secret souls, even. In peace. And
then, the quality despised no one, hut
tho cultivated despise every one. Ah,
well—
Those good old times ure past ami gone,
I sigh for them in vain,—
Janet, 1 wish Archie would flsh bis
mandolin out and you would ting to
me: I like to hear ths songs of tny
youth Not rag lime, or coon songs,
hut dear old Foster's melodies. "Old
Kentucky Home,’ and ‘Massa's In the
Col,’ Col’ Ground,' and ‘Nellie Was a
Lady'—what makes that so sad, I
wonder?—'Nellie was a lady, las’ night
she died;' It's all In that single line;
I think It Is because It represents the
pathetic Idealization of love; Nellie
was that black lover's Ideal of all that
was lovely, and she was dead. Is the
orchestra ready—and the choir? Yes,
shut the door; we are for art's sake
only, not for the applause of the cold
world In tho car.”
Afterward, when he was angry over
hls own folly, hls own blind, dogged,
trustfulness against all the odds of
evidence, Rupert Winter laid his weak-
ness to that hour; to a woman's sweet,
untrained, tender voice singing the
simple melodies of hls youth. They
sang one song after another while the
sun sank lower and stained the west-
ern sky. Through the snow-sheds
they could catch glimpses of a wild
and strange nature; austere, yet not
repelling; vistas of foothills bathed
In the evening glow; rank on rank of
firs, tall, straight, beautiful, not wind-
tortured utid maimed, like the woeful
dwarfs of Colorado; and wonderful
snow-capped mountain peaks, with
violet shadows and glinting streaks of
silver. Snow everywhere; on the hill-
sides; on the close thatch of the firs;
on the lee locked rivers; snow freshly
fallen, softly fluted, Infinitely, awe
soinely pure.
Presently they came out Into a
lumber country where tho mills hud-
dled In tho hollows, over the streams
Huge fires were blazing on the river
I banks. Their tawny red glare dyed
the snow for a long distance, making
entrancing tints of rose and yellow;
and the dark green of tho pines,
against this background, looked
strangely fresh. And then, without
warning, they plunged Into the dim-
ness of another long wooden tunnel
and emerged Into lovely spring. The
trees were In leaf, and not alone the
trees; the undulating swells of pas-
ture land and roadside by the moun-
tains were covered with a tender ver-
dure; and there were Innumerable
vines and low glossy shrubs with faint-
ly colored flowers.
"This Is like the south," said Miss
Smith.
Archie w-as devouring the scene.
"Doesn't It Just somehow make you
foci ns if you couldn't brenthe, Miss
Janet?" said ho.
"Are you troubled with the high
altitude?" asked Mllllcent anxiously;
"1 have prepared a little vial of spirits
of ammonia: I'll fetch It for you."
The colonel hnd some ado to rescue
Archie; but he was aided by the por-
ter. who wns now passing through the
car proclaiming: "You all have seen
Dutch Pint Mr. Hret Halite wrote
'bout; nex' station is Shady Run; and
eve'ybody look and see Uie greates'
scenic 'traction of dis or any odder
railroad. Cape Hohn!"
Instantly, Mrs. Melville Ashed her
guide hook ami began to read:
" 'There ore few mountain passes
more famous lhan that known to the
world H8 Cape Horn. The approach
to it Is picturesque, the north folk of
the American river raging and foam-
ing In Its rocky bod. 1,500 feet below
and parallel with the track—' "
"Do you mind, Mildred. If we look
Instead of listen?" Aunt Rebecca In-
terrupted, and Mrs Melville lapsed
Into an Injured muteness
Truly, Cape Horn has a poignant
grandeur that strikes speech from the
lips. One cannot look down that sheer
height to the luminous ghost of a
river below, without a thrill. If to
pass along the cliff Is a shivering ex
perlence, what must the actual exocu-
| tion of that stupendous bit of engi-
neering have been to the workmen
who hewed the road out of the rock,
| suspended over the ubyss! Their
dangling black figures seem to sway
still as one swings around the curve.
Our travelers sat In silence, until
j the "Cape" was passed and again they
could see their roadbed on the side.
Then Mrs. Melville made a polite ex-
cuse for departure; she had promised
■ a "Daughter” whom she had met at
I various "biennials” that she would
| have a little talk with her. Thus she
| escaped. They did not miss her.
Hardly speaking, the four sat In the
dimly lighted, tiny room, while moun-
tains and fields and star-sown skies
drifted by. Unconsciously, Archie
drew closer to hls uncle, and the older
man threw an arm about the young
shoulders. He looked up to meet
Janet's eyes shining and sweet, in the
flash of a passing station light. Mrs.
Winter smiled, her wise old smile.
With the next morning came an-
other shift of scene; they were in the
fertile valleys of California. At every
turn the landscape became more soft-
ly tinted, more gracious. Aunt Re-
becca was in the best of humor and
announced herself as having the Jour-
ney of her life. The golden green of
the grain fields, the towering palms,
the pepper trees with thoir fascinating
grace, the round tops of the live-oaks,
the gloss of the orange groves, the
ealla lily hedges and the heliotrope
and geranium trees which climbed
to the second story of the stucco
houses, filled her with the enthusiasm
of a child. She drank In the cries of
the enterprising young liar who cried
"Fresh figs," months out of season,
and she ate fruit, withered In cold
storage, with a trustful zest. No less
than three hooks about the flora of
California came out of her bag. A
certain vine called the Bougainvillea,
she was trying to find, if only the
cars would not go so fast; as for poin-
settins, she certainly should raise her
own for Christmas. She was learned
in gardens and she discoursed with
Miss Smith on the different kinds of
trumpetvlne. and whether the white
Jasmine trailing among the gaudy
clusters was of the same family as
that Jasmine which they knew In the
pine forests. Hut she disparaged the
roses; they looked shop-worn. The
colonel watched her in amazement.
"Bertie, I mako you think of that
little dwarf of Dickens', don't I?" she
cried. "Miss Muffins, Muggins? what
was her name? You are expecting
me to exclaim, 'Ain't I volatile?'
Thank Heaven. I am. I could always
take an interest in trifles. It has
been my salvation to cultivate an In-
terest In trifles, Bertie; there are a
great many more trifles than crises
In life. Where has Janet gone? Oh,
to give the porter the collodion for
hls cut thumb. People with troubles,
big or little, are always making
straight for Janet. Bertie, have you
made up your mind about her?”
"Only that she is charming," re-
plied the colonel. He did not change
color, but he was uneasily conscious
that he winced, and that the shrewd
I old critic of life and manners per-
I celved it. Hut she was mercifully
j blind to all appearance; she went on
with the little frown of the solver of
a psychological enigma. "Yes, Janet
Is charming; and why? She Is the
stillest creature. Have you noticed?
Yet you never have the sense that she
hasn't answered you. She’s the best
listener in the world; and there's one
thing about her unusual In most lis-
teners—her eyes never grow vacant."
Rupert had noticed; he called him-
self a doddering old donkey silently,
because he had assumed that there
was unythlng personal In the Interest
of those eyes when he hail spoken. Of
course not; It was her way with every
one, even Mllllcent, no doubt. Hls
aunt's next words were lost, but a sen-
tence caught hls ear directly: "For
all she's gentle, she has plenty of
spirit. Hertle, did I ever tell you ubout
the time our precious cousin threw our
grent-greatgramlfather's gold snuff-
box at hor? No? It was funny. Sbe
flew into one of her towering rages,
and shrieking: 'Take that!' hurled
Ztt-L CO.
tile snuff-box ui Janet. Janet wasn't
used to having things thrown at her.
She caught the box, then she rang
thi' bell. 'Thank you very much,' says
Janet; and when old Aunt Phrosie
came, she handed the snuff-box to her
as u present. But she sent it that
same day to one of the sisters. There
was never anything elso thrown at
her, I can tell you.”
They found a wonderful sunset on
the hay when San Francisco was
reached. Still In her golden humor,
as they rattled over the cobblestones
of the picturesque streets to the Pai-
ne* hotel, Mrs. Winter told anecdotes
of Robert Louis Stevenson, obtained
from a friend who had known his
mother. Mrs. Winter had chosca the
Palace in preference to the St,
Francis, to Mrs. Melville's hJrjh dis-
gust.
“She thinks It more typical,"
sneered Milllcent; “myself, I prefer
cleanliness and comfort to types."
Their rooms were waiting for them
and two bell-boys ushered Mrs, Winter
into her suite. Randall was lodged on
the same floor, and Mrs. Melville, who
was to spend a few days with her
aunt on the latter's Invitation, was on
a lower floor. The colonel had begged
to have Archie next to him; and ho
examined the quarters with approba-
tion. His own room was the last of
the suite; to the right hand, between
his room and Archie's, was their bath;
then Jhe parlor of Mrs. Winter's suite
next her room and bath, and last, to
the right, Miss Smith's room.
Archie was sitting by the window
looking out on the street; only the
oval of his soft boyish cheek showed.
The colonel went by him to the parlor
beyond, where he encountered hls
aunt, her hands full of gay postal
cards.
"Souvenirs de voyage," she answered
hls glance; "I am going to post them."
"Can't I take them for you?"
"No, thanks, I want the exercise.”
“May I gC irith you?"
"Indeed, t«-\ My dear Bertie, I’ip
only aged, I’m not infirm."
"You will never be aged,” responded
the colonel gallantly. Ho turned away
and walked along the arcade which
looked down into the great court of
the hotel. Mllllcent was approaching
him; Mllllcent in something of a tem-
per. Her room was hideously draughty
and she could not get anyone, although
she had rung and telephoned to the of-
fice and tried every device which was
effectual in a well-conducted hotel;
but this, she concluded bitterly, was
not well-conducted; It was only typi-
cal.
'There's a lovely fire In Aunt Re-
becca’s parlor," soothed the colonel;
“come In there."
Afterward It seemed to him that this
whole interview with Mllllcent could
not have occupied more than four min
utes; that it was not more than seven
minutes since he hail seen Archie's
shapely curly head against the curtain
fall of the window.
Hut when he opened the door, Miss
Smith came toward them. “Is Archio
with Aunt Rebecca?" said she.
The colonel answered that he had
left him In the parlor; perhaps he had
stepped Into his own room.
Hut neither in Archie's nor the colo-
nel's nor In any room of the party
could they find the boy.
(TO RE CONTINUED.)
AFTER
SUFFERING
TEN YEARS
Cured by Lydia E. Pink-
ham’s Vegetable Compound
Marlton, N.J.—I feel that LydiaE.
Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound has
given me new life.
I Buffered for ten
years with serious
femalo troubles, in-
flammation, ulcer-
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nervousness, and
could not sleep.
Doctors gave me
up, as they said my
troubles were
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__care whetherl lived
or died, when I read about Lydia E.
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, and am well a;
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pound, made from native roots and
herbs, contains no narcotics or harm-
ful drugs, and to-day holds the record
for the largest number of actual cures
of female diseases we know of, and
thousandsof voluntary testimonialsare
on file in the Pinkham laboratory at
Lynn, Mass., from women who have
been cured from almost every form of
femalo complaints, inflammation, ul-
ceration, displacements, fibroid tumors,
irregularities, periodic pains, backache,
indigestion and nervous prostration.
Every suffering woman owes it to her-
self to give Lydia E. Pinkham’a Vege-
table Compound a trial.
If you would like special advice
about your case write a confiden-
tial letter to Mrs. Pinkbaui, at
Lynn, Mass. Her advice is free*
and always belpf uL
ASKING SMALL FAVOR.
"Papa, mamma says that If you’re
too lazy to do anything else, will you
please sit near the clothes closet and
blow the smoke in, so as to kill the
moths!”______
There la more Catarrh In this section of the country
than all other dlaeas«f put together, ami until the In**
few year* was *uppo*etl to be Incurable. For a srrt at
many year* doctor* pronounced It a local disease and
prcaoribed local rcmedle*. and by constantly fulling
to cure with local treatment, pronounced It Incurable.
Bcicncn ha* proven Catarrh to be a constitutional <li*-
ea*c. and therefore requires constitutional treatment.
Hall s Catarrh Cure, manufactured by F. J. Cheney
A Co.. Toledo. Ohio, ts the only Constitutional cure on
the market. It 1* taken Internally In dose* from 10
dro{M to a teaspoonful. It act* directly on the blood
and mucous surfaces of the system. They offer one
hundred dollars for any case It falls to cure. Send
for circular* and testimonials.
Address: F. J. CHINHY A CO.. Toledo. Ohio.
Bold by Driurglsts, 7Tie.
lake Hall s Family Pills for constipation.
Took an Antidote.
Percival came running to hls grand-
ma one day asking for a drink of wa-
ter. "Quick, quick, grandma," he said,
"give me a drink of water, quick!”
After he got his drink he said: “The
•eason that I wns in such a hurry, 1
Jiought I swallowed a worm while eat-
tag an apple and 1 wanted to drown
S*;.”—Delineator.
Friends of Sparrows.
Rider Haggard classes sparrows
with rats as "vermin” and recom-
mends a campaign against them. How-
ever, sparrows have had plenty of
friends in past ages. Catullus’ poem
about his I.esbia's pet sparrow is one
of the prettiest things In Latin liter-
ature and in a passage of Plautus
"sparrow," "dove” and "hare” occur
together as terms of endearment.
Pepyg, too, writes of a pet sparrow:
"To dinner with my father and sister
and family, mighty pleasant, all of us;
and, among other tilings, with a spar-
row that our Mercer hath brought tip
now for three weeks, which Is so tame
that it flies up and down and upon the
table, and eats and pocks, and doe*
everything so pleasantly that we are
mightily pleased with It.”
Important to Mothers.
Examine carefully every bottle of
CASTORIA a safe and sure remedy for
infants and children, and see that it
i^-tszCufazsr
In Use For Over BO Years.
The Kind You Have Always Bought.
The Scapegoat.
”1 wish our furnace were not so
brave.”
"Brave! Who ever heard of a fur-
nace being brave.”
"Well, outs Is; It smokes when my
wife is around and she blames me for
it.”—Houston Post.
Here’s Relief.
If we must be afflicted with weak,
sore and inflamed eyes, it is consoling'
to know there is such a ready relief
within our reach as Doctor Mitchell's
Eye Halve. One botile usually effects
complete cure. Have you ever tried
this wonderful remedy? All stores.
Price 25 cents.
Needful.
“What money-making scheme have
you devised this year?"
"One dandy. I’m getting up some
roRd maps for the use of department
store customers."
ail -sk-a*
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UNIT RULE FOR TREE GROWTH
One Inch In Four Years It the Swift-
est Known.
An inch In four years is the swiftest
growth known In the race of the
trees. Farmers and fruit growers are
said to have no reliable unit rule to
govern them In knowing how long It
takes for a tree to grow an inch, but
some carriage mnkers have found out.
They asked about 40 of the coun-
try's promineut vehicle and wheel
manufacturers drawing their stock
from territory where hickory, white
oak, ash and tulip trees grow to select
and express to them short cross sec-
tions of these woods from tho odds
and ends of their shops. These were
to be selected for the average width
of growth, and the slxe of each block
was to be about one Inch lengthwise,
one Inch across and a fourth of an
Inch thick.
They examined these blocks care-
fully and marked on each block a one
Inch space across the average size of
growths of the annular rings They
then counted the number of rings
within the Inch space on each block
and registered the total in ink there-
on. Then they counted these totals
on the small sumples of each of the
several kinds of timber submitted and
In the usual way thus ascertained the
average number of years required for
each kind of tree to grow one Inch.
An Inch growth on one side represent
ed, of course, two inches growth to
the tree.
They submitted the count, process
and result to unquestionable scientific
authority. Their general conclusion
was that It takes from four to live
yenrs for a tree to Increase one Inch
in diameter. Hickory trees varied
from 4 87 years to 5.83, according to
their location east or west of the Alle-
ghnnies. Oak required 4.fi8 years for
the inch, ash 4.91 and poplar four
years.
For Colds and Gripp—Capudine.
The best remedy for Orlpp anil Colds Is
\ Hicks' Cspudlnc. Relieves the aching ami
| feverishness. Cures the cold—Ilemlaehes-
also. It's Liquid—Effects Immediately—1U,
2i> and GOc nt Drug Stores.
Linguistic Resources.
"Is this story you are telling me of
hlll-cllrnblng, a true one?”
"Yes. It Is on the level.’’
To have more of Health ami mote of
Lite, take lint In-Id Tea! This Natural laxa-
tive regulates liver, kidnei s, stomach and
bowels, corrects constipation, purities the
blood and eradicates disease.
The only true secret of assisting the
poor Is to make them agents In bet-
tering their own condition.—George
ElioL
"More life to that flavor than any
gum I have ever tasted.”
WRIGLEY’S SPEARMINT.
The man who is full, usually carries
a pocket which is empty.
Th« Ivory Nut.
The Ivory nut, which Is so much
used by button manufacturers. Is the
fruit of a species of pnlm which grows
In Central and South America. It
forms a valuable crop, particularly In
Panama, Colombia. Ecuador and Psru
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Herman, George C. The Batesville Herald. (Batesville, Tex.), Vol. 9, No. 14, Ed. 1 Thursday, April 15, 1909, newspaper, April 15, 1909; Batesville, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth1108012/m1/4/: accessed July 18, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; .