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G-AJLVESTOK TRIBUTE? WEDNESDAY, JULY 21,
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WESTERN ASIA.
From the ice cart to the circus isn’t
happened.
CHAPTER XXXVIII.
SANCTUM SIFTINGS
SPANISH RAILROAD TRAINS.
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EXTRACTING WOOD OIL.
CHAPTER XXXIX.
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of the cotton carnival crowds.
Hre coming.
It’s up to the coast towns of Texas
to prove that they are cleaner than the
cities in Latin Amercia. They will have
some work to do, too, according to Dr.
Brumby.
Why do some people insist on calling
ihe newspapers the “public prints?”
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phus and to develop
fever.
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LING GETS BREATHING SPELL.
Fort Worth' Star-Telegram.
Harry Thaw is the medium-sized cin-
der in the public eye this week Where-
fore Leon Ling and other chrome yel-
low celebrities get a breathing spell.Aj
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GALVESTON TRIBUNE
(Established 1880,)
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TEXAS SHOWS THEM HOW.
Denton Record 'and Chronicle.
A news dispatch says that Attorney
General West of Oklahoma has gone
to Austin to consult wih the Texas at-
torney general’s department relative to
filing some anti-trust suits in the new
state. It does seem that the Texas
capital is the m’ecca for attorney gen-
erals with anti-trust suits to bring.
They all want to know how ’twas done.
Let the vote on the tariff bill come
as quickly as possible, even if the peo-
ple have grown used to congress being
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been erected at Seattle do not think
that Hill has
himself.
Io bad, and it was accomplished by a
Brooklyn horse, too.
Crawling Stone Wash.
When Whispering Smith and hie
companions jvere fairly started on the
last day of their ride, it was toward a
rift in the Mission range that the trail
^shop. The shod was too much for its
unconscious rider, and, shot headlong
from her saddle, Dicksie was flung
bruised and senseless against Mari-
on’s door.
little less each month than the en-
velope contains there would be no more
poverty.
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X THE JURY’S DUTY.
Corpus Christi Caller.
When a sanitary inspector, after re-
peated and vain warnings, is com-
pelled to arrest an offender against the
health of the community, the juries
should do their duty and back up the
officials in the performance of their
duty.
Dallas isn’t the only place where the
people are getting excited over regu-
lation of the dog nuisance. There is
something of the same kind stirring
In Chicago.
-he color of the
method of extrac-
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Who will bring along the next sen-
latiou? The Gingles case is out of^-the
JWay and the hot season is not nearly
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It is to be hoped that the Kentucky
tobacco men settle their differences
ivithoujt resort to the night rid’er tac-
tics of last year. • #
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led them. Sinclair, with consummate
cleverness, had rejoined his compam
ions; but the attempt to get into the
Cache, and his reckless ride into Medi-
•cine Bend, had reduced their chances
of escape to a single outlet, and that
they must find up Crawling Stone val-
ley. The necessity of it was spelled
in every move the pursued men had
made for 24 hours. They were rjding
the pick of mountain horseflesh and
covering their tracks by every device
known to the high country. Behind
them, made prudent by unusual dan-
ger, rode the best men the mountain
division could muster for the final ef-
fort to bring them to account. The
fast riding of. the early wed^had
given way to the pace of caution. N<
trail sign was overlooked, no point ol
concealment directly approached, n<
hiding-place left unsearnhed.
(To be continued.)
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Chinese wood oill is obtained from
the nut of the wood oil tree by press-
ing or extracting,
oil varies with the
China it is usually heated
and is consequently very
Wood oil forms a
for wood, far
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of the scenery, perhaps,
frequent and long waits,
station the guards run up
shouting the name
the number of minutes for each stop.
At every station also the two military
guards who accompany each train, de-
scend and walk around the cars, look-
ing to see that no rubbers are' con-
cealed. As there is at least one stop
an hofir, these guards get some exer-
cise before the day is q^ver. They say
this custom was adopted to drive away
any. brigands who might be concealed
in or under the train,' and that it has
been successful. The military guards
are very fine-looking men, and wear
an impressive uniform. We saw more
than one black-eyed senorita look ap-
provingly after them as they passed
by.
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Although people realize that they
can’t live forever, dying is the last
thing they want to do.
Any erroneous reflections upon the stand-
ing, character or reputation of any person,
firm or corporation, which may appear ia
the columns of. The Tribune, will be gladly
corrected upon its being brought to the
attention of the management
Cut This Stcry Ont and Keeg> Mitj Kon’ll Wiial to Head It Lbiw 55 Sat N"**
Eaw Sinclair standing in the snow.
No man in Medicine Bend knew Sin-
clair more thoroughly or feared him
less than Earnhardt. No man could
better meet him or speak to him with
less of hesitation. Sinclair, as he
faced Earnhardt, was not easy in spite
of his dogged self-control; and he was
standing, much to his annoyance, in
the glare of an arc-light that swung
across the'street in front of the shop.
He was well aware that no such light
had ever swung within a block of the
shop before and in it he saw the hand
of Whispering Smith. The light, was
unexpected, Earnhardt was a surprise,
and even the falling snow, which pro-
tected him from being seen 20 feet
away, angered him. He asked curtly
who was ill, and without awaiting an
answer asked for his wife.
The surgeon eyed him coldly. “Sin-
clair, what are you doing in Medidine
Bend? Have you come to surrender
yourself?”
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Eastern Office?
JOHN P. SMART.
Street Representative, 150 Nassau Street.
Room 628, New York City.
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Closing In.
In the morning the sun rose with a
‘mountain smile. The storm had swept
the air till the railges shone blue and
the plain sparked under a cloudless
sky. Bob Scott and Wickwire, riding
at daybreak, picked up a trail on the
Fence river road. A consultation was
held at the bridge, and within half
an hour Whispering Smith, with un-
shaken patience, was in the saddle
and following it.
With him were Kennedy and Bob
‘Scott. Sinclair had ridden into the
lines, and Whisnerins Smith, with his
Sil
“WhS Says 1 Can’t See Her?”
“Surrender myself? Yes, I’m ready
any time to surrender myself. Take
me along yourself, Earnhardt, if you
think I’ve done worse than any man
would that has been hounded as I’ve
been hounded. I want to see my wife.”
“Sinclair, you can’t see your wife.”
“What’s the matter—is she sick?”
"No, but you can't see her.”
"Who says I can’t see her?”
“I say so.”
Sinclair swept the ice furiously
from his beard and his right hand fell
to his hip as he stepped back. “You’ve
turned against me too, have you, you
gray-haired wolf? Can’t see her! Get
out of that door.”
The surgeon pointed his finger at
the murderer. “No, I won’t; get out of
this door. Shoot, you coward! Shoot
an unarmed, man. You will not live
to get 100 feet away. This place is
watched for you; you could not have
got within 100 yards of it to-night ex-
cept for this snow.” Earnhardt pointed
through the storm. “Sinclair, you will
hang in the courthouse square, and I
will take the last teat of your pulse
with these fingers, and when I pro-
nounce you dead they will ,cut you
down. You want to see your wife.
You want to kill her. Don’t lie: vou
ever maae any “busts”
Explorer Says There Exist Areas En-
tirely Unknown to Europeans.
David George Hogarth, the geogra-
pher and explorer, said that in western
Asia there are vast areas on which no
European foot is known to have trod,
nor even any European eye to have
looked. The greatest unseen area lies
in Arabia. , Almost all the, southern
half of Arabia is occupied; according
to native report, by a. vast wilderness
called generally Ruba-el-Khali, “Dwell-
ing of the Void.’.’ No European. has
ever entered this immense tract, which
embraces some 600,000 square miles.
It would take a bold man to venture
out for the passage of either 850 miles
west to east or 650 miles north to south
in the isothermal zone of the -world’s
greatest heat.
Get ready to take care of your share ’
They
The Beaumont Journal, recently ac--
quired by Mr. Marcelus E. Foster, of
thp Houston Chronicle, and entrusted
xto Mr. J. E. McComb, Jr., as general
manager, gives ample evidence of the
men behind the enterprise. Those now
owning and directing the Journal are
among the most finished and success-
ful newspaper men in Texas, and the
betterment already apparent in the
paper is but the forerunner of what
will undoubtedly continue to take place
as fast as the development! of the Oil
City and the surrounding country will
warrant.
Getting an extra ten years in prison
lifter having received life sentences is
.the.' latest fate to befall three Ken-
tuckians. How will the sentence be
Jcarried out?
frenzied
“You’re too hard on me,” he
“I say
You’ve heard- one
Is that the way you put
that’s
SUGGESTION FOR THE WIFE.
Palestine Visitor.
If the pay envelope of every man
contained as much as his wife thinks
he- earns there would be no more pov-
erty—Galveston Tribune. And if every
woman had sense enough to spend a
Across the flat the wind drove in
fury. Reflection, thought and reason
were beginning to leave her. She was
crying to herself quietly as she used
to cry when she lost herself, a mere
child, riding among the hills. She
was praying meaningless words. Snow
purred softly on her cheeks. The cold
was soothing her senses. Unable at
last to keep her seat on the horse,
she stopped him, slipped stiffly to the
ground, and, struggling through the
wind as she held fast to the bridle and
the horn, half walked and half ran to
siT,rt the blood through her benumbed
veins. She struggled until she could
drag her mired feet no farther, and
tried to draw herself back into the
saddle. It was almost beyond her.
She sobbed and screamed at her help-
lessness. At last she managed to
climb flounderingly back into her seat,
and, bending her stiffened arms to
Jim’s neck, she moaned and cried to
him. When again she could hold her
seat no longer, she fell to the horse’s
side, dragged herself along in the
frozen slush, and, screaming with the
pain of her freezing hands, drew her-
self up into the saddle.
She knew that she dare not venture
this again—that if she did so she
could never remount. She felt now
that she shouldj never live to reach
Medicine Bend. She rode onz and on
and on—would it never end? Then
came a sound Jike the beating of great
drums in her ears. It was the crash
of Jim’s hoofs on the river bridge,
and she was in Medicine Bend.
A horse, galloping low and heavily,
slued through the'" snow from Fort
street into Boney, and, where it had
so often stopped before, dashed up on
the sidewalk in front--..of the little
up the lunch. “Why need you hurry
away?” persisted Dicksie. “I’ve got a
thousand things to say.”
He looked at her amiably. “This is
really a case of must.”
“Then, tell me, what favor mar, «.
do for you?” She looked appealingly,
into his tired eyes. “I want to do
something for you. I must! don’t deny
me. Only, what shall it be?”
“Something for me? What can I
say? You’ll be kind to Marion—I
shouldn’t have to ask that. What can
I ask? Stop! there is one thing. I’ve
gof a poor little devil of an orphan up
in the Deep Creek country. Du Sang
murdered his father. You are rich
and generous, Dicksie; do something
for him, will you? Kennedy or Bob
Scott will know all about him. Bring
him down here, will you, and see he
doesn’t go to the dogs? You’re a good
girl. What’s this, crying? Now you
are frightened. Things are not so
bad as that. You want to know every-
thing—I see it in your eyes. Very
well, let’s tradb. You tell me every-
thing and I’ll tell you everything. Now
then: Are you engaged?”
They were standing under the low
porch with the sunshine breaking
through the trees. She turned away
her face and threw all of her happi-
ness into a laugh." “I won’t tell.”
“Oh, that’s enough. Y’ou have told!”
declared Whispering Smith. “I knew
—why, of course I knew—but I wanted
to makje you own up. Well, here’s the
way things are. Sinclair has run us
all over God’s creation for two days to
give his pals a chance to break into
Williams Cache to get the Tower W
money they left with Rebstock. For
a fact, we have ridden completely
around Sleepy Cat and been down in
thet Spanish Sinks since I saw you.
He doesn’t want to leave without the
money, and doesn’t know it is in Ken-
nedy’s hands, and can’t get into the
Cache to find out. Now the three—
whoever the other two are—and Sin-
clair—are trying to join forces some-
where up this valley, and Kennedy,
Scott, Wickwire and I are after them;
and every outlet is watched, and it
must all be over, my dear, before sun-
set to-night. Isn’t that fine? I mean
to have the thing wound up somehow.
Don’t look worried.”
“Do not—do not let him kill you,”
she cried, with a sob.
“He will not kill
afraid.”
“I am afraid. Remember what your
life is to all of us!”
“Then, of course, I’ve got to think
of what it is to myself—being the only
one I’ve got. Sometimes I don’t think
much of it; but when I get a welcome
like this it sets me up. If I can once
get out of the accursed man-slaughter-
ing business, Dicksie— How old are
you? Nineteen? Well, you’ve got the
finest chap in all these mountains, and
George, McCloud ham the finest—”
With a bubbling .laugh she shook
her finger at him. “Now you are
caught. Say the finest woman in these
mountains if you dare! Say the finest
woman!” v
“The finest woman of 19 in all crea-
tion!” He swung with a laugh into
the saddle and waved his hat. She
watched him ride down the road and
around the hill. When he reappeared
she was still looking and he was gal-
loping along the lower road. A man
rode out at the fork to meet him and
trotted with him over the bridge. Rid-
ing leisurely across the creek, their
broad hats bobbing unevenly in the
sunshine, the£ spurred swiftly past
the grove of quaking asps, and in a
moment were lost beyond the trees.
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How the Act Is Considered In Differ-
ent Countries.
Sneezing has an extensive folk lore
in many countries. Some times the act
Is considered ominous of good and
some times of evil. Among the^ Jews
it has always been regarded at an ap-
propriate moment, such as the conclu-
sion of a bargain, as propitious, and a
belief still lingers in many parts of
the country that the regular habit of
sneezing, particularly after meals, is
conducive to longevity and a precau-
tion against fevers. The old English
custom of saying “God bless you!”
when a person sneezed, so as to avoid
evil consequences, has its counterpart
in many far distant parts of the globe.
The early settlers in Brazil found the
sneezer saluted with “God preserve
you!” while in Fiji it was customary
to retort, “May you live!” In supersti-
tious Suffolk there is a sneezing tariff
—once a wish, twice a kiss, thrice a
letter and four times a disappointment.
neck.
has happened?
you!
Are you hurt?”
He stammered like
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ize what a
have come.. But I was only ar mile
away and I had heard nothing for four
days from Medicine Bend. And how
are you? Did your ride make you ill?
No? By heaven, you are a game girl.
That was a ride! How are they all?
Where’s your cousin? In town, is he?
I thought I might get some news if I
rode up, and, oh, Miss Dicksie—jim-
iny! some coffee. But I’ve got only
two minutes for it all, only two min-
utes; do you think Puss has any on
the stove?”
Dicksie with coaxing and pulling got
him into tire kitchen, and Puss tum-
bled over herself to set out coffee and
rolls. He showed himself ravenously
hungry, and ate with a simple direct-
ness that speedily accounted for every-
thing in sight. “You have saved my
life. Now I am going, and thank you
a thousand times. There, by heaven,
I've forgotten Wickwire! He is with
me—waiting down in the cottonwoods
at the fork. Could Puss put up a
lunch I could take to him? He hasn’t
had a scrap for 24 hours. But, Dick-
sie, your tramp is a hummer! I’ve
tried to ride him down and wear him
out and lose him, and, by heaven, he
turns up every time and has been of
more use to me than two men.”
She put her hand on Whispering
Smith’s, arm. “I told him if he would
stop drinking he could be foreman
here next season.” Puss was nutting
Ml
^tion. In
strongly and is
thick and black,
very durable lacquer
surpassing boiled linseed oil in hard-
ness and permanence. The oil pos-
sesses the peculiarity of drying more
quickly in damp than in dry weaher.
The residue of the nus left after the
removal of the oil is a good fertilizer,
which possesses the valuable prop-
erty of destroying insects which feed
on the roots of plants.
'warn to Kin ner. You were heard to
F.ay as much to-night at the Dunning
ranch. You were watched and tracked,
and you are expected and looked for
here. Your best friends have gone
back on you. Ay, curse again and over
again, but that will not put Ed Banks
on his feet.”
Sinclair stamped
oaths.
cried, clenching his hands,
you’re too hard.
side of it.
judgment on a man that’s got no
friends left because they start a new
lie on him every day? Who is it that’s
watching me? Let them stand out
like men in the open. If they want
me, let them come like men and take
me!”
“Sinclair, this storm gives you a
chance to get away; take it. Bad as
you are, there are men in Medicine
Bend who knew you when you were a
man. Don’t stay here for some of
them to sit on the jury that hangs you.
If you can get away, get away. If I
were your friend—and God knows
whom you can call friend in Medicine
Bend to-night—I couldn’t say monk.
GeFaway before it is too late.”
He was never again seen alive in
Medicine Bend. They tracked him
' next day over every foot of ground
he had covered. They found where
he had left his spent horse and where ’
afterward he had got the fresh one.
They learned how he had eluded ail
the picketing planned for precisely
such a contingency, got into the
Wickiup, got upstairs and burst open
the very door off McCloud’s room. But
Dicksie had on her side that night
One greater than her invincible will
or her faithful horse. McCloud was
200 miles away.
Barnhardt lost no time in telephon-
ing the Wickiup that Sinclair was in
town, but within an hour, while the
two women were still under the sur-
geon’s protection, a knock at the cot-
tage door gave thqm a second fright.
Barnhardt answered the summons. He
opened the door and, as the man out-
side paused to shake the snow off his
hat, the surgeon caught him by the
shoulder and dragged into the house
Whispering Smith:
Picking the icicles from his hair,
Smith listened to all that Barnhardt
said, his eyes roving meantime over
everything within the room and men-
tally over many things outside it. He
congratulated Barnhardt, and when
Marion came into the room he apolo-
gized for the snow he had brought in,
Dicksie heard his voice and cried out
from the bedroom^ They could not
keep her' away, arid she ran out to
catch his hands and plead with him
not to go away. He tried to assure
her that the danger was over; that
guards were now outside everywhere,
and would be until morning. But Dick-
sie clung to him and would take no
refusal.
Whispering Smith looked at her ill
amazement and in admiration. “You
are captain te-night, Miss Dicksie, by
heaven. If you say the word I’ll lie
here on a rug till morning. But that
man will not be back to-night. You
are a queen. If I had a mountain
girl that would do as much as that
for me I would—”
“What would you do?” asked Marion.
“Say good-by to this accursed coun-
try forever.”
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The Spanish train, saysf Outing, av-
erages possibly twenty miles an houi
—to allow one to make time exposures
It makes
At eve.rj
and down,
of the town and
a schoolboy.
‘Nothing has happened. I didn’t real-
tramp I look or I shouldn’t
Mexican Academy of Medicine Offers
Award for Serum.
The Mexican Academy of Medicine
has appropriated ?25,000 for the pur-
of discovering the cause of ty-
a cure for the
Of the amount $10,000 will be
awarded to the person or persons dis-
covering the cure. A like amount will,
be given to the person or persons, dis-
covering a serum which will kill the
,.germ in the blood. In the event of
any one person solving both problems
an effort will be made to have the gov-
ernment give a prope/ reward. Five
thousand dollars will be distributed
among the persons who have most ef-
> ficiently helped in solving the prob-
lem.
The scheme to make Texas
beautiful is all right,- but
taking is a large one.
HOT WEATHER SUGGESTION.
Morgan News.
Buy a pick handle and every time
a pie faced idiot inquires if -it’s hot
enough for you, swing on him with
both hands-at the same time throwing
the body well forward to Insure the
greatest amount of force to the blow. <
THE GALVESTON* LID.
Huntsville Post-Item.
The lid won’t stay on at Galveston.
It is about the only city in the state
where a thirst on Sunday is at home.
best two men, meant to put it up to
him to ride out. They meant now to
get him, with a trail or without, and
were putting horseflesh against horse-
flesh and craft against craft.
At the forks of the Fence they picked
up Wickwire, Kerinedy taking him on
the up road, while Scott with Whisper-
ing Smith crossed to the Crawling
Stone. When Smith and Scott reached
the Frenchman they parted to cover in
turn each of the trails by which it is
possible to get out of the river country
toward the Park and Williams Cache.
By four o’clock in the afternoon
they had all covered the ground so
well that the four were able to make
their rendezvous on the big Fence
divide, south *of Crawling Stone val-
ley. They then found, to' their disap-
pointment, that, widely^separated as
they had been, both parties were fol-
lowing trails they believed to be good.
They shot a steer, tagged it, ate din-
ner and supper in one, and separated
under Whispering Smith’s counsel
that both the trails be followed into
the next morning—in the 'belief that
one of them would run out or that
the two would run together. At noon
the next day Scott rode through the
hills from the Fence, and Kennedy
with Wickwire came through Two
Feather pass from the Frenchman
with the report that the game had left
their valleys.
Without rest they pushed on. At
the foot of the Mission mountains
they picked up the tracks of a party
of three horsemen. Twice within ten
miles afterward the men they were
following crossed the river. Each
time their trail, with some little diffi-
culty, was found again. At a little
ranch in the Mission foothills, Ken-
nedy and Scott, leaving Wickwire with
Whispering Smith, took fresh horses
and pushed ahead as far as they could
ride before dark, but they brought
back news. The trail had split again,
with one man riding alone to the left,
while two had taken the hills to the
right, heading for Mission pass and
With Gene Johnson and
Bob at the mouth of the Cache there
was little fear for that outlet. The
turn to the left was the unexpected.
Over the little fire in the ranch kitch-
en where they ate supper, the four
men were in conference 20 minutes.
It was decided that Scott and Kennedy
should head for the Mission pass,
while Whispering Smith, with Wick-
.wire to trail with him, should under-
take to cut off, somewhere between ‘
Fence river and the railroad, the man
who had gone south, the man believed,
to be Sinclair. It was a late moon,
and when Scott, and Kennedy saddled
their horses Whispering Smith and
Wickwire were asleep.
With the cowboy, Whispering Smith
started at daybreak. No one saw
them again for two days. During
those two days sand nights they were
in the saddle almost continuously.
For every mile the man ahead of them,
rode they were forced to ride two
miles and often three. Late in the
second night they crossed the railroad,
and the first word from them came in
long dispatches sent by Whispering
Smith to Medicine Bend and instruc-
tions to Kennedy and Scott in the
north, which were carried by hard
riders straight to Deep creek.
On the morning of the third day
Dicksie Dunning, who had gone home
from Medicine Bend and who had been
telephoning Marion and George Mc-
Cloud two days for news, was trying
to get Medicine Bend again on the
telephone when Puss came in to say
that a man at the kitchen door wanted
to see her.
“Who^s it, Puss?”
“I d’no, Miss Dicksie; ’deed, I never
seen him b’fore.”
Dicksie walked around on the porch
to the kitchen. A dust-covered man
sitting on a limp horse threw back the
brim of his hat as he touched it, lifted
himself stiffly out of the saddle, and
dropped to the ground. He laughed at
Dicksie’s startled expression. .“Don’t
you know me?” he asked, putting out
his hand. It was Whispering Smith.
He was a fearful sight. Stained
from head to foot with alkali, saddle-
cramped and bent, his face scratched
and stained, he stood with a smiling
appeal in his bloodshot eyes.
Dicksie gave a little uncertain cry,
clasped her hands, and, with a scream,
threw her arms impulsively around his
“Oh, I did not know you! What
I am so glad to see
Tell me what has
Interurban building talk continues
active in many parts of the state. It
won’t be long until the talk part of it
is eliminated.
At the Door.
She woke In a dream of hoofs beat-
ing at her brain. Distracted words
fell from her lips, and when she
opened her swollen eyes and saw those
about her she could only scream.
Marion had called up the stable, but
the stablemen could only tell her that
Dicksie’s horse, in terrible condition,
had come in riderless. While Barn-
hardt, the railway surgeon, at the
bedside administered restoratives,
Marion talked with him of Di/ksie’s
sudden and mysterious coming. Dick-
sie, lying in pain and quite conscious,
heard all, but, unable to explain,
moaned in her helplessness. She
heard Marion at length tell the doctor
-that McCloud was out of town, and
the news seemed to bring back her
senses. Then, rising in the bed, while
the surgeon and Marion coaxed 'her
to lie down, she clutched at their arms
and, looking from one to the other,
told her story. When it was done
she swooned, but she woke to hear
voices at the door iof the shop. She
heard as if she drean^ed. but at the
l«oor Che words were , dread reality.
Sinclair had made good his word, and
had come out of the storm with a sum-
mons upon Marion and it was the sur-
geon who threw onen the door and
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