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CHAPTER III.
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'teW FOB
SLUGGISH LIVER
TAKES OFF DANDfiUFF
HAIR STOPS FALLING
Going from bad to worse: Giving up
a pipe and taking to cigarettes.
wajn Improve,
i Tarrant
>l>:le club in
'f about 75
ity and will
II.- property
dollars.
Giris! Try Thia! Makes Hair Thick,
Glossy, Fluffy, Beautiful—No
More Itching Scalp.
dignity.
"And do you reckon he’d run for
their
and
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Ths man who Ratters himself that
he leaves little to bo desired sboult
help?" Roberta’s'eysslaughed humor-. temember that • burglar goes
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SUGGESTED BY THE PLAY BY
toKAfiK. mm ARMSTRONG
vague
news
The only lines that T remember
Of those I heard that afternoon
"She left him last Septem-
The curtain finally ascended
The lights upon the stage were bright;
The scene was wonderfully splendid,
I viewed It with a keen delight:
I tried to learn just what the drama
Hinged on. and what its meaning was,
But still they talked, she and her mamma,
Without a pause.
Her eyes were soft and deep; her graces
Were such as are vouchsafed to few;
She had one of the fairest faces
To which a glad breeze ever blew;
I sat behind her and her mother:
The curtain had not been raised;
They talked so much, each to the other.
That 1 was dazed.
No sick headache, sour stomach,
biliousness or constipation
by morning.
dis-
has
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“Who Is
Speed.”
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me.
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SAGE TEA DARKENS GRAY
HAIR TO ANY SHADE. TRY ITI
Inverse Ratio.
Julia—Can Johnny come in for halt
price? He’s only got one eye.
Hattie—You'll have to pay double
for him. It takes him twice as long
to see the show,—Judge.
“Lord!” said he, "It’e
It don’t sound possible.”
“Well, It is. and our man will be
ilxlu Atmetln* z-sitt X'lrx
We admire a man who is willing to
Bit back and let his wife do the talk-
He would only make a bad mat-
ter worse by trying to butt in.
The excessively modest man should
bear in mind the fact that the shrink-
ing violet generally gets plucked.
As It Turned Out, Wife Need Not
Have Been Afraid of What He
Might Say.
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case is now
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COPYRIGHT 1910 ST HARECT y BROTHERS
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Dietinctive.
“Well,’’ asked the ambitious young
dramatist, "how did you like my play?
1 saw that you were in the audience
last night.”
"There was one thing about it that
struck me as being original and dis-
tinctive,” replied the critic.
"Ah! What was that?”
“1 noticed that the villain didn’t
have a black mustache."
\ Bl
J10* made by
Mu
>^^CHlCAGO^^r
Better cookies, cake
and biscuits, too. All
as light, flufly, tender
and delicious as mother used
to bake. And just as whole-
some. For purer Bakin; "
der than Calumet cannot
at any frier.
Ask your grocer. ” *
RECEIVED HIGHEST AWARDS
w«w> r w. Eicuoww nt
Ftoto IvaNiM. FnmlLrck. UU
Cowboys of the Flying Heart ranch are
heartbroken over the loss of their much-
prised phonograph by the defeat of their
champion In a foot-race with the cook of
the Centipede ranch. A house party Is
on at the Flying Heart. J. Wallingford
Speed, cheer leader at Yale, and Culver
Covington. Inter-collegiate champion run-
ner, are expected. Helen Blake, Speed’s
sweetheart, becomes Interested in the loss
of the phonograph.
Within ten minutes after an appli-
cation of Danderine you cannot find a
Single trace of dandruff or falling hair
and your scalp will not itch, but what
will please you most will be after a
few weeks’ use, when you see new
hair, fine and downy at first—yes—but
really new hair—growing all over the
ecalp.
A little Danderine Immediately dou-
bles the beauty of your hair. No dif-
ference how dull, faded, brittle and
scraggy, just moisten a cloth with
Danderine and carefully draw It
through your hair, taking one small
strand at a time. The effect is amaz-
ing—your hair will be light, fluffy and
wavy, iand have ar appearance of
abundance; an incomparable luster,
softness and luxuriance.
Get a 25 cent bottle of Knowlton’s
Danderine from any store, and prove
that your hair is as pretty and soft
as any—that It has been neglected or
injured by tireless treatment—that’s
all—you surely can have beautiful hair
and lots of It If you will just try a lit.
tie Danderine. Adv.
n has nov
•ngtii of tli<
nent. it wil
the petitioi
hat might
re broke oul
panit-ntiarv
The flamfF
room. Th e
lt.'il at 1100,
hiding. The
handled the
laving be<-u
ment.
When you darken your hair with
Sage Tea and Sulphur, no one can
tell, because it's done so naturally, so
evenly. Preparing this mixture,
though, at home is mussy and trouble-
some. For 50 cents you can buy at
any drug store the ready-to-use tonio
called “Wyeth’s Sage and Sulphur
Hair Remedy.” You juet dampen a
sponge or soft brush with it and
draw this through your hair, taking
one small strand at a time. By morn-
ing all gray hair disappears, and, after
another application or two, your hair
becomes beautifully darkened, glossy
and luxuriant. You will also
cover dandruff is gone and hair
stopped falling.
Gray, faded hair, though no
grace, is a sign of old age, and as we
all desire a youthful and attractive ap-
pearance, get busy at once with Wy-
eth’s Sage and Sulphur and look year*
younger.—Adv.
During the Spat.
"John, there's juet one thing I was!
to say to yos!”
"What’s the matter, M’rta? Area’)
fW foallag weUF—Pack
1
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No Use Trying.
You can lead u mule to waler.
Hut you cunriot mak-- him drink It.
You cun tall your wife you never
Flirt with any girl whatever.
But you innnol make her think It
A man’s wife will contradict him
even if she happens to think aa be
does.
Can You Blame Him?
“What’s the trouble, Mr. Rocking
Iwim? You look worried.”
“I am,” replied the aged millionaire,
who had married a young woman. "A
deep dark suspicion has entered my*
mind. My wife has compelled me to
quit wearing rubbers.”
Comes the call to din-
ner. Are you interest-
ed? Is your appetite
keen, and waiting? Is
your digestion normal
and bowels regular? If
not, we urge a trial of
HOSTETTER’S
STOMACH BITTERS
at once. For 60 years
it has proven a great
aid to sufferer* from
Stomach, Liver and
Bowel disorders.
A Believer.
"I have just completed what I con-
sider a wonderful play.”
"What are you going to do with
It?”
"Put It away somewhere until I can
become either famous enough or
notorious enough to induce some
manager to read it without letting it
go through the usual course of lying
on the desks of clerks and secre-
taries year after year."
"Ah! I see you continue to believe
in miracles.”
Keep Your Locks Youthful, Dark,
Glossy and Thick With Common
Garden Sage and Sulphur,
Marvelous.
"We live hi age of marvels,"
"I should say we did. A man cam-
around to my house yesterday offering
to sell a IS rug tor 111.71 and givi
with it a 60-ooot glaae bowl absolute!)
free Mut my wife dMa’t buy IL”
There were three acts, of ’ -• I'm certain,
The program pointed the tac
The star was called before the cu- -am
I don't know what he spoke about.
His speech may have been French
Russian,
It was all meaningless to me.
For they continued their discussion
Incessantly.
Many a man is accussed of being
hard-hearted when the trouble is en-
tirely with his liver.
Generally when you give a man his
due he is disappointed because you
figured so closely.
T was still early In the after-
noon when Jack Chapin and
the youthful chaperon found
the other young people to-
gether on the gallery.
"Here's a telegram from
Speed,’’ began Jack.
“It’s terribly funny.” Raid
______ Mra. Keap "That Mexican
brought it to ns down at the spring-
house."
Miss Blake lost her bored expres-
sion. and sat up In the hamnoek
” ’Mr. Jack Chapin,' ’’ read the owner
of the Flying Heart Ranch "'Dear
Jack: 1 couldn’t wait for Covington,
•o meet with brass band and fireworks
this afternoon. Have flowers In bloom
In the little perk beside the depot, end
see that the daisies nod to ms —J.
Wallingford »poed '"
“Part, sh?' said Fresno, dryly.
“Tafogmph sBsa. waforUaA, and a
here this evenin’ Watch out for Nig
ger Mike, and when he drives up let's
give this party a welcome that ’ll
warm his heart on the jump. There’s
nothin' like a good impression.”
"I'll bo on the job." assured Willie
"Hut I state right here and now, if we
do got a race there ain't n-goln' to b«
no chance of our lowin’ for a second
time."
And Stover wont on his i
spread the tidings
(TO Ell-: CONTINUKD.)
Are these:
ber;’’
"They’ll probably announce ft soon;”
"She told me not to tell you, even,”
"My silk ones are tull of holes;’’
Yes, last night, just as he was goin,”
Bless their souls’
dified.
or the trans-
avalry from
El Paso has
he squadron
tlon Nov. 14
much as I do at this moment.”
"We may be gone before you re-
turn.”
Young Chapin started,
mean that, really?"
Mrs. Keap nodded her dark head.
“It was all very well for me to chap-
eron Helen on the way out from the
east, but—it isn’t exactly regular for
me to play that part here with other
young people to look after."
"But you understand, of course—
Jean must have explained to you
Mother was called away suddenly, and
she can’t get back now. You surely
won’t leave—you can't." Chapin add-
ed. hopefully: "Why. you would break
up Jeaa's party. You see, there's no-
body around here to take your place.”
“Hut—"
"Nonsense! Thia la an unconvcn
tlonal country. What’s wrong with
you as n chaperon, anyway? Nobody .
out hero even knows what a chaperon i
Is. And I’ll be back as soon so I ran " I
“Do you really think that would
Tm not thinking of tbe ethers. I’m
thinking of myself." declared tha
young man, boldly. "I don't want you
to go before I return. You must not!
If you go. I—I shall follow you." Ho
grasped her hand Impulsively.
"Oh!” exclaimed the chaperon.
"Thia makes it even more Impossible.
Go! Go!” She pushed him away, her
color surging. "Go to your old Eleven
X Ranch right away.”
"But I mean it," be declared, earn-
estly. Then, as she retreated farther:
•Tt*s no use, I shan’t go now until—’’
"You have known me less than a
week!"
"That is long enough. Roberta—" ‘
Mrs. Keap spoke with honest em-
barrassment. “Listen! Don't you see
what a situation this is? If Jean and
Helen should ever discover—”
"Jean planned it all; even this.”
Mrs. Keap stared at him in horrified
silence.
“You do love me, Roberta?" Chapin
undertook to remove the girl’s hands
from her face, when a slight cough in
the hall behind caused him to turn
suddenly in time to see Berkeley Fres-
no passing the open door.
"There! You see!” Mrs. Keap’s face
was tragic. “You see!” She turned
and- fled, leaving the master of the
ranch in the middle of the floor, be-
wildered, but a bit Inclined to be
happy. A moment later the plump
face of Berkeley Fresno appeared cau-
tiously around the door-jamb He
coughed again gravely.
“I happened to be passing," said he.
"You'll pardon me?”
“This is the most thickly settled
spot In New Mexico!" Chapin declared
with an artificial laugh, choking his
indignation.
Fresno slowly brought his round
body out from concealment.
“I came In to get a match."
“Why don't you carry matches?”
Fresno puffed complacently upon his
pipe. “This,” he mused, as his host
departed, ."eliminates
and that helps some."
CHAPTER II.—Continued.
“The Centipede crowd took
defeat badly on Frontier Day,
swore to get even."
“And was Humpy Joe
asked Helen.
"Was he?” Still Bill shook his head
sadly, and sighed for a third time. “It
looked like he was running backward,
miss.”
"But really he was only beaten a
foot. It was a wonderful race. I saw
it,” said Jean. “It made me think of
the races at college.”
Miss Blake puckered her brows try-
ing to think.
"Joseph," she said.
think I have seen him."
Stover's lips met grimly. “I don’t
reckon you have. miss. Since
race he has been hard to descry,
passed from view hurriedly, so
lould Quit.
Diaz has ad-
luerta to re-
■y of Mexico,
az, each act-
authorization
telegrams to
is effect. In
en. Diaz said
lation of the
Jon to the
>t a question
the best man
tas it a ques
itionists were
i question of
A Poor Promise.
“Do you see any promise In m„
play?" asked the would-be dramatist.
"Yes," replied the manager, “i do,
but It’s tlie kind of a promise a woman
makes when she telle Iter husband she
will meet liIm at a certain place at
three o'clock ”
Near Tragedy.
A Pittsburgh millionaire stood be-
side his $8,000,000 automobile wonder
Ing where to go next
A woman whom he had known
rushed out of the hotel and sought tc
solve this problem for him in a hurry
She shot at him, but, of course, sh«
did not hit him.
Instead the bullet
•chauffeur’s leg.
“Great guns, that was a narrow es-
cape!” exclaimed the millionaire. ”Sh«
might have punctured a tire!”
Different.
Ruff—Hello, Fluff. I heard you man
tied a woman with an indepedent for
tune.
Fluff (disconsolately)—No. I mar-
ried a fortune with an Independent
woman.—Judge.
The ambitions
Ic spirited res-
-ho bad volun-
s working the
were damp-
dy rain. Ths
irt Wednesday
sunset on the
ut In view of
'eather confli-
ct the road
agreed to dis-
ie time in the
• pulling the
p. From the
tnd the class
themselves as
the pick and
ommerce peo-
arrant county
n placed in
in Interceded.
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Still Bill Stover lost no time
breaking the news to the boys.
“There’s something cornin' off.”
advised Willie,
foot-run n°-'
if he had hoped for an outburst of
rapture on the part of the little gun
man he was disappointed, for Willie
shifted his holster, smiled evilly
through his glasses, and Inquired, with
ominous restraint:
"Where is he?”
Being the one man on the Flying
Heart who had occasion to wear a
gun. Willie seldom smiled from a
sense of humor. Here it may be said
that, deceived at first by his scholarly
appearance, his fellow-laborers had
jibed at Willie’s affectation of a swing-
ing holster, but the custom had lan-
guished abruptly. When it became
known who he was. the other ranch-
hands had volubly declared that this
was a free country, where a man
might exercise a wide discretion in
the choice of personal adornment;
and aS for them, they avowed unani-
mously that the practice of packing a
Colts was one which met with their
most cordial approbation. In time
Willie’s six-shooter had become ac-
cepted as a part of the local scenery,
and, like the scenery, no one thought
of remarking upon it. least of all those
who best knew his lack of humor. He
had come to them out of the Nowhere,
some four years previously, and while
he never spoke of himself, and dis-
couraged reminiscence In othors. It
became known through those
uncharted channels by which
travels on the frontier, that b'tck In
the Texas Panhandle there was a
limping marshal who felt regiets at
mention of his name, and that farther
north were other men who had a su-
perstitious dread of undersized cow-
men with spectacles.
"This here is a real foot-runtver,”
said Stover.
"Exactly,” agreed the other. "Whirs
Is he?”
“He'll be here this afternoon. Nig-
ger Mike's brtngin' him over from tt.s
railroad. He’s a guest.”
"Oh!"
"Yep!
of Yale."
“Yale?” repeated the nqar-slghted
man. “Don’t know's I ever been
there. Much of a town?"
"I ain’t never traveled east myself,
but Miss Jean and the little yaller-
haired girl say he’s the fastest man In
the world I flggered we might rib
up something with the Contlpede.”
Still Bill winked sagely.
“See here, do you reckon he’d run?”
“Sure! He's a friend of the boss
And he'll run on the level too.
can’t be nothin' like Humpy.”
“If he Is, I'll git him," said the cow-
"Oh. I’ll git him sure, guest or
no guest,
graph?"
"The Centipede will put it up quick
enough; there ain’t no sentiment
that outfit.”
“Then it sounds good ”
”An’ It ’ll work. Gallagher’s anxious
to trim us again,
stand prosperity.”
Willie spat unerringly at a grass-
hopper. "Lord!" said he. “It's too
good!
foreman Is hurt,
for some time."
“Nigger Mike
Fresno, darkly.
"Then Nigger
laughed the cattle-man.
, Carara to hitch up the pintos for
I must be going.”
“"Il-;?? *hat you arc cafcly siartcfl."
said the young widow; and leaving the
trio on the gallery, they entered the
house.
When they had gone Jean smiled
wisely at Helen. "Roberta’s such a
thoughtful chaperon." she observed,
whereupon Miss Tilake giggled.
As for Mrs. Keap. she was Inquiring
of Jack with genuine sollcltuds:
"Do you really mean that you may
be gone for some time?”
“I do. It may be a week; It may be
longer; I can’t tell until 1 get over
there.”
"I’m sorry.” Mrs. Keap’s face show-
ed some disappointment.
“So am I.”
"I shall have to look out for these
young people all by myself."
“What a queer little way you have
of talking, as It you were years and
years old.”
"I do feel as If I were. I—I—well,
I have had an unhappy experience.
You know unhappiness builds months
into years.”
"When Jean got up this house-
party," young Chapin began, absently,
“I thought I should be bored to death.
But—I haven’t been. You know, I
don't want to go over there?” He
nodded vaguely toward the south.
“I thought perhaps It suited your
convenience.” His companion watched
him gravely. “Are you quite sure
that your sister’s guests have not—
had something to do with this sudden
determination?"
"I am quite sure. I never liked the
old Flying Heart so much as I do to-
day. I never regretted leaving it so
on Roof.
“All Ready”
that
He
to
speak, beaded toward the foot-hills,
and leaping from crag to crag like the
hardy shamrock of the Swiss Alps ”
Miss Blake gls^Ul.^.”'Vhat m-aJe
, him hurry so?"
"Us!” Stover gazed at her solemn-
I ly. “We ain’t none of us been the
i same since that foot-race. You see.
I It ain’t the financial value of that
Echo Phonograph, nor the ’double-
cross’ that hurts: it's the fact that the
mangiest outfit in the Territory has
trimmed us out of the one thing that
I stands for honor and excellence and
j ‘scientific attainment,' as the judge
I said when we won IL That talking-
I machine meant more to us than you
i Eastern folks can understand, I
, reckon.”
| “If I were you I would cheer up,”
i said Miss Blake, kindly, and with
, some importknee. "Miss Chapin has
i a college friend coming this week, and
he can win back your trophy.”
Stover glanced up at Jean quickly.
"Is that right. Miss Chapin?”
“He can If he will,” Jean asserted.
"Can he run?”
“He Is the Intercollegiate champion,”
- declared that young lady, with proud
ST* vWtototo—(tow U*t rmito.
us aD(1 tlle Echo Phonograph of New
—— York and Paris, if we framed a race?
It’s an honor!”
But Miss Chapin recalled her
brother’s caution of the day before,
and hesitated.
“I—I don’t think he would. You see.
he is an amateur—he might be out of
training—’’
“The idea!" exclaimed Miss Blake,
indignantly. “If Culver won’t run, I
know who will!” She closed her lips
firmly, and turned to the foreman.
“You tell your friends that we’ll see
you get your trophy back.”
“Helen, I—”
“I mean it!” declared Miss Blake,
with spirit.
Stover bowed loosely. “Thank you,
miss. The very thought of It will cheer
up the gang. Life ’round here Is
blacker ’n a spade flush. I think I'll
tell Willie.” He shambled rapidly off
around the house.
“Helsn dear, I don’t want Culver
to get mixed up In this affair,” ex-
plained Miss Chapin, as soon as they
were alone. “It’s all utterly foolish.
Jack doesn’t want him to, either.”
"Very well. If Culver doesn't feel
that he can beat that cook running. I
know who will try. Mr. Speed will do
anything I ask. It’s a shame the way
those men have been treated.”
"But Mr. Speed isn’t a sprinter.”
"Indeed!" Miss Blake bridled. “Per-
haps Culver Covington isn’t the only
athlete in Yale College. I happen to
know what I’m talking about.”
“1 don't think he will consent when
he learns the truth.”
“I assure you." said Miss Blake,
sweetly, “he will be delighted.”
It was Christmas eve.
woman sat staring dolefully at the
embers of the fire.
“Christmas eve,” she murmured,
and no money to buy baby a Christ-
mas gift.”
Slowly her eyes wandered round the
room until, with a guilty start, they
rested on something standing on the
mantelpiece.
It was baby’s money box. Her
hands clutched the chair convulsively.
“If I only dared!” she murmured.
“But what would John say?"
For a few moments she stood de-
bating the awful question in her
—’ed, and then she took the box in
her hauua.
“John need never
pettd.
Then, with guilty face, she broke
open the box and emptied on to the
table a collection of—tin tacks, nails,
etc.
John had been there first.
when Gov
ecisfon. H«
custody o'
and Sher
■ral proceed
cattle-chute. Where does this fellow
think he is?"
“Here’s a postcript," added Chapin.
” T have a valet who doea not seem
to enjoy the trip. Divide a kiss among
the girls.’ ”
“Well, well! He’s stingy with
kisses.” observed Berkeley,
this humorous party?”
"He was a Freshman at Yale the
year I graduated,” explained Jack.
“Too bad he never got out of that
class.” It was evident that Mr. Speed's
levity made no impression upon
Glee Club tenor. “He hates to
about himself, doesn’t he?"
“I think he is very clever,"
Miss Blake, warmly.
“How well do you know him?”
"Not as well as I’d like to."
Fresno puffed at his little pipe with-
out remarking at this.
"Well, who wants to go and meet
him?” queried Jack.
"Won’t you?" asked his sister.
"I can’t. I've just got word from
the Eleven X that I’m wanted.
I may not be back
Not Fit, But Fitting.
"She must dress in all the
styles.”
."What makes you think so?”
"I just overheard her telling a
friend that she hadn’t a thing Ut ts
wear.”—Detroit Free Press.
Get a 10-cent box now.
Turn the rascals out—the headache,
biliousness, indigestion, the sick, sour
stomach and foul gasew—turn them
out to-night and keep them out with
Caacarets.
Millions of men and women take a
Cascaret now and then and never
know the mieery caused by a lazy
liver, clogged bowels or an upeet stom-
ach.
Don’t put In another day of distress.
Let Cascarets cleanse your stomach;
remove the sour, fermentlug food;
take the excess bile from your liver
and carry out all the constipated
waste matter and poison in the
bowels. Then you will feel great.
A Cascaret to-night straightens you
out by morning. They work while
you sleep. A 10-cent box from
any drug store means a clear head,
sweet stomach and clean, healthy liver
and bowel action for months,
dren love Cascarets because
never gripe or sicken. - Adv.
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Stump, T. R. The Nocona News. (Nocona, Tex.), Vol. 9, No. 23, Ed. 1 Friday, November 14, 1913, newspaper, November 14, 1913; Nocona, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth1264984/m1/3/: accessed July 18, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Friends of the Nocona Public Library.