Waterbury evening Democrat., 1895-07-29

waXy complexion, depression, weakness, loss of appetite and interest.
 Certainly mothers ought to know that these are all symptoms of the one cause of nearly all the suffering that comes to women; and to save their daughters ought to begin treatment at once.
 Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Com pound is the surest and most natural remedy for women ever compounded. It will accomplish it's work with certainty.
 fine rocks of the canyon echoed a low, terrible roar, now loud, now more sub- dued. as the great body of water found a narrow or a wide passage. It came rapidly nearer. Mrs. Harlan, alive now to the possible danger she had escaped, sat with ears and eyes alert wondering how long-
 Just then her horse came in sight, turning bend a quarter of a mile above, racing for his life, and behind him, not 100 yards, came rolling, tumbling wall of water 40 feet high. Tensely they watched the unequal race, but not for long. In a few seconds the flood overlook the poor animal, and presently, shapeless mass, he was roll ed by them i'll the torrent, along with all the rocks and debris at the forefront of the watery avalanche.
 "Now,' began Bendixon, "you see''-
 But his companion did not see. She was crying.
 It was too much for Bendixon. In a second he was beside her, his arms were about her, and she finished her cry on his shoulder. And that afternoon they told their stories to each other-just enough for each to know that the other had suffered-as, the woman awkward ly sitting sidewise on Dick, and the man walking beside, they went back to the Wheatley place together.
 
 "Some duck gives it out t me-" said Dan, the bartender, to one of Bendix- on's men who dropped ill one quiet evening, "th't Boston's got riv'l over t Wheatleys."
 Boston S men were loyal, and this one merely gave tho bartender an inquisi- tive look.
 "Ya-as,," continued Dan, setting up the whisky bottle, "I gifts it straight th't this blol<e is tn same one th't her an Ter ol man splits up on, all th't she's go'n t marry i'm soon's she gifts CT de- vorce.
 MT. Bendixon's cowhand merely vouchsafed noncommitally, 9Th hellv' and went out to where his cayuse was tied mentally resolving, however, to learn more about the matter
 
 Boston had met tho distinguished looking stranger two or three times, but tonight he noticed, or thought he r1e- | ticed, for the first time a certain con | straint in the manner of his sweetheart | toward himself, and a vague, wonder ing jealousy took possession of him. Who was this fellow Bcment anyway this gray haired, blase man of the | world? What was he doing at the Wheatleys? He had not thought to ask rather he had had aO opportunity. It was late when he started home ward and began wondering over these things, and there came sudden pang as he remembered that he had not had chance to say his lovers good night to l Bertha.
 | "She might have made all OppOrtuni- l ty,' he sad to himself. Then, sudden ly halting Dick: Poor little girl! She has to be careful, of course. That fellow may be her-that is, Harlans s lawyer. '' l And wondering why he had not thought | of this before he wheeled Dick and rode | quietly back toward the ranch. He would see the light in her window at least.
 He saw his arm about her-that man Bement's He could see them plainly as they walked slowly toward him-him, her dupe, who was supposed to be near ly home by now. They came directly on. They would pass close by the clump of brush where he and his horse were con- I"aled. He heard the woman say:
 "How shocked Cousin Mattie and Horace will be when they find we're gone! And Bendixon-poor fellow, he'll be awfully cut up! He's tried to make it so pleasant for me this summer"
 A rush of horses hoofs-a whirring, sinuous something that clasped them both-and a frightened, frantic pony, with frenzied rider, dashed across tho valley and up rocky canyon, dragging al the end of lariat squirming, scream ing mass, whose cries were soon stilled.
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 "Let 'em go!" said old man Wheatley who rode over to camp next morning tc see if he could get any trace of the sup posed fugitives. Good riddance, says when we finds her note this mornin, but why'n thunder didn't they take no bag gage, an why'd they go afoot? Iwouldn 4 "a keered fir a couple O hosses.
 
 In little mining camp in New Mex ico the landlord of the hotel pointed out to me q dirty, dejected looking specimen of the genus bum. ''That there feller's got a hist'ry. Few years back z had good ranch up country piece al was well fixed. We'll. he got stuck on ; grass widder th't was stayin with on' O tn neighbors, an reckon they haC it all fixed up when along comes a sho star lookin jay firm back east, an hin an tn grass widder turns up missin Ever body thought they'd skipped, bu the'r bodies-what was left of 'em- was found in ol' d'serted shaft a fev months later! An Boston he h 'ain't nev or ben right sence. He's tried ranchil an minin an gamblin, but it don't d, no good. Poor ol' Bostonl He's sho 'nough all time loser. ''-Lester Ketch | s..,, s., cto,H Taua,.osco1