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Prisoner Was More Than Ready to
Save the Valuable Time OF
the Court.

"Jed Blake to the bar" ordered the
Judge In a rural Alabama court. A
big, hulking negro ambled up to be
a~rraigned for murder.
"Jed," began the judge. "you are
charged with the gravest crime
known to the law. that Of taking the
life of a fellow man. One of the forms
Of punishment for murder is death.
Have you made any arrangements for
you defense in this case. JEDI"
mo, sub. jedge. amt done
nuthin'."
"Have you q lawyer. JEDI"
mo. sub. jedge. I ain got no law
yor. Lain got nuthin', jedge."
well. Jed" said the judge. showing
a little Impotence, have you talked
to anybody about this case?"
II talked to de sheriff some dat
night when he come after me. Jedge,
but you knows dat didn't do no good"
For your information, Jed, will
state that It Is within the province OF
this court to appoint counsel to any
defendant who has none. ! am now
ready to appoint you q lawyer. Do
you want one?"
mo, sub. jedge. / don't want nuth-
In replied Jed, rather dolefully.
"See here" snapped the Judge. Il
won't have any more OF this foolish
ness. You say you don't want any
lawyer. Well. then. what do you In
tend to do about this case?"
We'll. I tells you. ledge. ! amt
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CHAPTER v.
The Crawling Stone.

The valley of Crawling Stone river
dead line between the overland route
of the white man and the last country
of the Sioux. 1t was long after the
building of the first line before even
an engineers reconnaissance was
made in the Crawling Stone country.
Then, within ten years, three surveys
were made, two on the north side of
the river and one on the south side,
by interests seeking a coast outlet.
Three reports made in this way gave
varying estimates of the expense of
puttingal line up the valley, but the three
conceded in this, that the cost would
be prohibitive. Engineers of reputa-
ton had in this respect agreed, but
Glover, who looked after such work
for Bucks, remained unconvinced, and
before McCloud was put into the OPP
Grating department on the Short Line
he was asked by Glover to run a pre-
liminary up Crawling Stone valley.
Before the date of his report the con-
illusions reached by other engineers
had stood unchallenged.
The valley was not unknown to
McCloud. His first year in the noun
tains, in which, fitted as thoroughly
as he could fit himself for his profess
sion, he had come west and found him.
self unable to get work, had been
spent hunting, fishing, and wandering,
often cold and often hungry, in the
upper Crawling Stone country. The
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the day before at Cold Springs that
pleased him.
The men in the Number Eight mine
had determined to get rid Of some
Italians, and after a good deal of
rowing had started in to catch one OF
them and hang him. They had chosen
a time when McCloud, the assistant
superintendent Of the mine, was down
with mountain fever. 1t vas he who
had put the Italians into the mine.
He had already defended them from
injury, and would be likely, it was
known, to do SO again If he were able.
On this day a mob had been chasing
the dagos, and had at length captured
one. They were running him down
the street to a telegraph pole when
the assistant superintendent appeared
in scant attire and stopped them.
Taking advantage of the momentary
confusion, he hustled their victim into
the only place of refuge at hand, a
billiard hall. The mob rushed the
hall. In the farthest corner the un-
lucky Italian, bleeding like a bullock
and insane with fright, knelt, clinging
to McCloud's shaky knees. In trying
to make the back door the two had
been cut off, and the sick boss had
got into a corner behind a pool table
to make his stand. In his pocket he
had a pistol, knowing that to use it
mean death to him as well as to the
wretch he was trying to save. Fifty
men were yelling in the room. They
had rope, hatchets, a sprinkling of
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"Oh, but that isn't it! / suppose
anybody will congratulate me. But
where am l to board? Have you a
cook? You know how I went from bad
to worse after you left Cold Springs.
May l have my meals here with you
as ! used to therer
They laughed as they bantered.
but they did not hide the delightful
good-nature in her eyes. On the third
finger of her slender left hand she
wore, too, a gold band that explained
the gray in her hair at 26.
This was the wife of Murray Sim
clair, whom he had brought to the
mountains from her far-away Wiscon-
sin home. Within. a year he had
broken her heart so far as 1t lay in
him to do it, but he could not break
her charm nor her spirit. She was too
proud to go back, when forced to
leave him, and had set about earning
her own living in the country to which
she had come as a bride. She put on
s~pectacles, she mutilated her heavy
brown hair and to escape notice and
secure the obscurity that she craved,
her name, Marion, became, over the
door of her millinery shop and in her
business, only IN. Sinclair"
Cold Springs, where Sinclair had
first brought her when he had head
quarters there as foreman of bridges,
hod nrNvod a hnpo1acc p1ooo For Tho
millinery business-at least, In the
way that Marion ran it. She could,
however, cook extraordinarily well,
and, with the aid of a servant-maid,
could always provide for a boarder or
two-perhaps a railroad man or a
mine superintendent to whom she
could serve meals, and who, like all
mountain men, were more than gener-
Gus in their accounting with women.
Among these standbys of hers vas
McCloud. McC1oud had always been
her friend, and when she left Cold
Springs and moved to Medicine Bend
to set up her little shop in Boney
street near Fort, she had lost him.
Yet, somehow, to compensate Marion
for other cruel things in the moun
tains, Providence seemed to raise up a
new friend for her wherever she went.
In Medicine Bend she did not know a
soul, but almost the first customer
that walked into her shop-and she
was a customer worth while-was
Dicksie Dunning Of the Crawling
Stone.
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"r'm Coming to Medicine Bend, superintendent"

unknown at the time, but destined
within a few years to be scattered far
and wide as constructionists with
records made in the rebuilding opera
lions through the Rocky mountains,
none was less likely to attract atten-
ton than McCloud. Bucks, who, in
deed, could hardly be reckoned so
much of the company as its head, was
a man of commanding proportions
physically. Like Glover, Bucks was a
giant in stature, and the two men,
when together, could nowhere escape
notice; they looked, in a word, their
part, fitted to cope with the ire
mendous undertakings that had fallen
to their lot. Callahan. the chess-play-
er on the Overland lines, the man who
could hold large combinations of traf-
fc movement constantly in his head
and by intuition reach the result OF a
given problem before other men could
work it out, was, like Morris Blood,
the master of tonnage, of middle age.
But McCloud, when he went to the
mountain division, in youthfulness OF
features was boyish, and when he left
he was still a boy, bronzed, but young
Of face in spite Of a lifetime's pressure
and worry crowded into three years.
He himself counted this physical
makeup as a disadvantage. 1T has
embroiled me in no end Of trouble, be-
cause I couldn't convince men | was
In earnest until I made good in some
hard way" he complained once to
Whispering Smith. Il never could ac-
uuire even a successful habit Of swear
ing, SO I had to learn to fight"
When, one day in Boney street in
Medicine Bend, he threw open the
door Of Marion Sinclair's shop, flung
his hat sailing along the show case
with his war cry, and called to her In
the back rooms, she thought he had
merely run in to say he was in town.
"How do you do? What do you
think? You're going to have an old
boarder back" he cried. I'm coming
to Medicine Bend, superintendent Of
the d~ivision!"
"Mr. McCloud!" Marion Sinclair
clasped her hands and dropped into q
chair. Have they made you superin-
tendent already?"
aWell, I like that! Do you want
them to wait till I'm gray-headed?"
Marion threw her hands to her own
head. "Oh, don't say anything about
gray hairs. MY head won't bear In
--.A~- n.,+ rAnor4 wo+ nvo~ &hfo
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CHAPTER ~.
George MecIoud.

McCloud was an exception to every
tradition that goes to make up a noun
tain railroad man. He was from New
England, with a mild voice and a hand
that roughened very slowly. McCloud
was a classmate of Morris Blood's at
the Boston "Tech," and the %acquaint-
ance begun there continued after the
two left school, with a scattering fire
of letters between the mountains and
New England, as few and as far be-
tween as mems letters usually scatter
after an ardent school acquaintance.
There were just two boys in the Nc
Cloud family-John and George. One
had always been intended for the
church, the other for science. Some
how the boys got mixed in their era
dies, and John got into the church. For
George, who ought to have been a
clergyman, nothing was left but a long
engineering course for which, after he
got it, he appeared to have nc use.
However, it seemed a little late to
shift the life alignments. John had
the pulpit and appeared disposed to
keep it, and George was left, like a
New England farm, to wonder what
had become of himself.
1t is, nevertheless, odd how matters
come about. John McCloud, a pros
porous young clergyman, stopped on a
California trip at Medicine Bend to
see brother Georges classmate and
something of a real western town. He
saw nothing sensational-it was there,
but he did not see it-but he found
both hospitality and gentlemen, and,
if surprised, was too well-bred to ad-
NIT it. His one-day stop ran on to
several days. In leaving, John McCloud,
in a seventh heaven Of enthusiasm
over the high country, asked Morris
Blood why he could not find some
thing for George out there; and Blood,
not even knowing the boy wanted to
come, wrote for him, and asked Bucks
to give him a job. Possibly, being
over-solicitous, George was nervous
when he talked to Bucks; possibly
the impression left by his big, strong,
bluff brother John made against the
UOy, DIT oil OfOlto, oaShoS NAt~ A
talked with George, shook his head.
II could make a irst-class railroad
man out of the preacher, Morris. but
not out of the brother. Yes, I've
talked with him. He can't do anything
but figure elevations, and, by heaven,
we can't feed our own engineers here
now" So George found himself
stranded in the mountains.
Morris Blood was cut up over it, but
George McCloud took it quietly. I'm
no worse of here than I was back
there, Morris" Blood, at that, plucked
up courage to ask George to take a
| job in the Cold Springs mines, and
| George jumped at it. It was impos-
sible to get a white man to live at
| Cold Springs after he could save
money enough to get away, SO George
was welcomed as assistant superin-
| tendent at the Number Eight mine,
with NO salary to speak of and all the
work.
One day, coming down special"
from Bear Dance, Gordon Smith, who
| bore the nickname Whispering Smith.
rode with President Bucks IN the
privacy Of his car. The day had been
long, and the alkali lay light on the
desert. The business in hand had
| been canvassed, and the troubles put
aside for chicken. coffee and cigars
when Smith, who did not smoke. told
| the story Of somethiug he had seen
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HOME TESTING
A Sure and Easy Test on Coffee.

To decide the all important ques'
ton Of coffee, whether or not it is
really the hidden cause of physical
ails and approaching fixed diseases,
one should make a test of ten days by
leaving of coffee entirely and using
well-made Postum.
If relief follows you may know to
a certainty that coffee has been
your vicious enemy. Of course you
can take it back to your heart again.
if you like to keep sick.
A lady says: Il had suffered with
stomach trouble, nervousness and ter
rible sick headaches ever since / was
a little child, for my people were al
ways great coffee drinkers and let us
children have all we wanted. I got
SO I thought I could not live without
coffee. but / would not acknowledge
that it caused my suffering.
Then I read so many articles about
Postum that I decided to give it a fair
trial. / had not used it two weeks in
place of coffee until 1 began to feel
like a different person. The headache
and nervousness disappeared and
whereas I used to be sick two or three
days out Of a week while drinking cot
fee I am now well and strong and
sturdy eve days a week, thanks to
Postum.
II had been using Postum three
months and had never been sick a
day when l thought I would expert
ment and see If it really was coffee
that caused the trouble, so I began
to drink coffee again and inside of a
week / had q sick spell. l was so i'll
/ was soon convinced that coffee was
the cause Of all my misery and / went
back to Postum with the result that
I was soon wen and strong again and
determined to stick to Postum and
leave coffee alone in the future"
Read the little book. "The Road to
Wellville," in pkgs. There's Reason"
Ever read the letterf A new
one appears from time to time. They
are genuine, trucs n full Of human
interest
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do"
eHow am I to do it,"
) Take the car and send it back to-
morrow on Number Three"
Thank you, If you won't need 1t to-
night"
Il sha'n't. / am going to stay at
Cold Springs tonight and hunt up Nc
Cloud"
"But that mar is in bed in a very
bad way; you can't see him. He is
going to die"
mo, he isn't. l am going to hunt
him up and have him taken care Of"
Ten weeks later McCloud was sent
from Medicine Bend up on the Short
Line as trainmaster, and on the Short
Line he learned railroading.
That's how I came here" said
George McCloud to Farrell Kennedy a
long time afterward, at Medicine
Bend. Il had shriveled and starved
three years out there in the desert. I
lived with those cattle underground
till l had forgotten my own people,
lily OWu udLuS, NY oWA dilu
Bucks came along n day with Whis-
pering Smith and dragged me out Of
my coffin. They had it ordered, and
it being a small size and 'onhandy,' as
the undertaken said, I paid for it and
told him tt store it for me. Well, do
you think l ever could forget either
of those men, Farrell?"
In all the group of young men then
on the mountain division, obscure and
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guns, and whisky enough to burn the
town, and in the corner behind a pool
table stood the mining boss with
mountain fever, the dago and a broken
billiard cue.
Bucks took the cigar from his
mouth, leaned forward in his chair,
and stretched his heavy chin out of
his neck as if the situation now
promised a story. The leader, Smith
continued, was the mine blacksmith,
a strapping Welshman, from whom
McCloud had taken the Italian in the
street. The blacksmith had a revol-
yer, and was crazy with liquor. Nc
Cloud singled him out in the crowd,
pointed a finger at him, got the atten-
ton of the men, and dashed him across
the table with his tongue until the
blacksmith opened fire on him with
his revolver, McCloud all the while
shaking his finger at him and abusing
him like a ~pickpocket. "The crowd
couldn't believe it's eyes," Gordon
Smith concluded, "and McCloud was
pushing for the blacksmith with his
cue, when Kennedy and I squirmed
through to the front and relieved the
tension. McCloud wasn't hit"
What is that mining mans name?"
asked Bucks, reaching for q message
clip.
sMcCloud."
First name?" continued Bucks,
mechanically.
George"
Bucks looked at his companion In
surprise. Then he spoke, and a feel
ing Of establishment was reflected in
his words. George KcCloud," he
echoed. did you say George? Why,
I must know that nan turned him
down once for a job. He looked so
~peaceable 1 thought he was too soft
for u.s." The president laid down his
cigar with a gesture Of disgust. And
yet there really are people along this
line that think I'm clever. I haven't
Judgment enough to operate q trolley
car. It's q shame to take the money
they give me for running this system,
Gordon. Hanged II l didn't think that
fellow was too soft" He called the
lagman over. Tell Whitmyer We will
stay at Cold Springs tonight"
II thought you were going through
to Medicine Bend" suggested Smith
as the trainman disappeared.
"McCloud," repeated Bucks, taking
up his cigar and throwing back his
hnaA - cloud ~ cvnnkn
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Moving on Short Notice.

vas lying on the floor OF an old
country loghouse one summer day.
neal a big, open fireplace, when I
heard a peculiar. frightened squeak.
I got up to see what looked like q
huge mouse moving at a very rapid
walk across the room. When l got
closer look | saw that it was a mother
mouse moving her whole family. At
least, l hope there was none left be-
hind, for very oon a small snake. but
large enough to put into a panic the
mother Of four less than half-grown
children. came through the empty fire.
place, and after the little fugitive.
The mother mouse had two In her
mouth, and fastened to either side of
her, apparently holding on with their
mouths and for dear life" we're the
other two. I killed the snake. and
watched the moving family disappear
through a hole in the corner.-St.
Nicholas.
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According to Taste.

Discussing missionary work, Nine.
Helene Vincente, the well-known Con
go missionary, said at a dinner in
Cleveland:
"A Chinese heaven strikes you as
ludicrous. Yet here in your own u
try you are careful to fit heaven and
the-er-other place to your peoples
dislikes.
Thus, on my recent southern trip,
I heard a Georgia negro divine de-
scribe hades as ice cold, a place
where the wicked shiver and freeze
through all eternity. l asked the di-
vine why the altered in that radical
manner the usual description of
hades, and he replied:
"tAh don darst tell NAH people nuf-
fin else, marin. Why, If All sed hades
WIZ wahm, some O. desc ole rheumat-
ic breddern an sistern o. mine would
be wantin' ter staht right down dab
come fust FROST"
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A Gentle Aspersion.

Among the prisoners brought before
a Chicago police magistrate n Mon
day morning was one. a beggar, whose
face was by nc means an unfamiliar
one to the judge.
81 am informed that you have again
been found begging in the public
streets" said his Honor, sternly, "and
yet you carried in your pocket over
ten dollars in currency"
Eyes, your Honor" proudly returned
the m%endicant. 81 may not be as indus
trious as some, but sir, / am no spend
thrift."-Harper's Weekly.
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Spoken from Experience.

1t was the grammar class and the
teacher had asked for words ending
with "ous." Can any one," she said.
give me a word like dangerous
meaning full of danger, hazardous
full of hazard?"
There was silence for a moment.
Then a boy in the back row put up
his his hand.
well, Bobby, what is your word?'
please, Miss" came the reply,
'pious, full of pie!"
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New EnaIand ENGLISH.

Complaint was made to a local man
by one of his employees that boys who
were swimming in a pond were caus-
ing quite a nuisance. The owner Of
the property gave the man the privi-
lege of putting up a sign, as he had
asked permission to do it. The no.
tice reads as follows:
mo Loffing or Swimming on Theas
Growns-Order by -. If Catched
Law Will be Forced."-Berkshire
Courier.
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were pains in my back and swellings
of the ankles. Often / had smother
ing spells. / had to be helped about.
Doan's Kidney Pills cured me five
years ago and / have been well since.
They saved my life."
Remember the name-Doan's. For
sale by all dealers. so cents a box.
Foster Milburn Co., Buffalo. N. Y.
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SYNOPSIS.

Murray Sinclair and his gang of wreck
ers were called out to clear the. railroad
tracks at Smoky Creek. McC1oud, a
young road superintendent, caught Sin
clair and his men in the act of looting
the wrecked train. Sinclair pleaded in
nocence. declaring it only amounted to q
small sum-a treat for the men. McCloud
discharged the whole outfit and ordered
the wreckage burned. McClopd became
acquainted with Dicksie Dunnfng, a girl
of the west, who came to look at the
wreck.
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KNEW SOMETHING OF IT.

Williams Shaking his fountain
pen)-You have no idea how easily
these pens run!
His Neighbor applying a blotter to
his trousers)-Oh, / have an inkling.
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Why PEOPLE r

Too often the kidneys are the cause
and the sufferer is not aware of 1t.
Sick kidneys bring backache and side
pains, lameness and stiffness, dizzi-
ness, headaches, tired feeling, urinary
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troubles. a Kid
ney Pills cure the
cause. Mrs. N. e.
8, Villisca.
Iowa, says: Il suf-
fered from kidney
trouble for years.
The secretions were
d~isordered,
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A Probable Theory.

Truth" remarked the philosopher.
sententiously, lies at the bottom OF a
WELL"
THAT accounts" said the synic, dry
ly, "for the fact that so much of the
well water is contaminated"
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Mrs. Malaprop-Young Sharp viii
have to apologize before I'll speak to
him again.
Miss Interest-Did he insult you?
Mrs. Malaprop-Did he? The last
time / met him I told him that my
uncle. Lord de Style, had locomo.
tive atacksia. and he had the impu-
dence to ask II he "whistled at cross.
ings." He's an unsympathetic brute.
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Willing to Let Matter Drop

'tendin' to do nuthin'. Eff it's jes' de
same to you, jedge, as far as rs con-
cerned rs willin' to let de whole mat.
ter drap right here."-Everybody's.
Holbrook argus., 1909-12-28
OBJECTED TO DESIGNATION.

A speaker at meeting of the W. c. T. U. in Washington recently said that he had never seen such desecration of the Sabbath as he had seen in Washington, with card play ing, calling and so on in the homes of the better class of people in that city. He declared such spending of the Sabbath a blemish on the na- tional character.
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EASTERN STAR ELECTS OFFICERS.
Live Officers Bespeak Success for Order
 New Member Initiated.

At regular meeting of Rub Chapter No. 8, O. E. $. Monday evening Dec, 20, V. C. Roy was initiated and the following off cers installed:
 Worthy Matron-Elsie Pingrey. Worthy Patron-V. C. Procter Assosiate Matron-Maggie C.
 Wonders.
 Secretary-Jessie L. Anderson. Treasurer-Katie Proctor. Conductress-Mary J. Hayward A. .Conductress-Cora A. Walcott Adah-Hattie Holm. Ruth-Fannie Christal. Esther-Cora Penrod. M Martha-Ruby Buster. Electa-Ada Gates. Warder-Sarah J. Todd. Sentinal-W. A. .Parr. Chaplain-George D. Jewett Jr. Marshal-Frona A. Parr. Organist-Belle Van Ripper.
 An enjoyable luncheon was served at the conclusion of the exercises.
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Winslow News Notes
 From The Winslow Mail
FRIDAY CLUB HOLDS SESSION.
Give Enjoyable Christmas Party. Mrs.
 Spellmire Is Hostess.
|, Winslow Mail

"The Friday Club" held, their Xmas party at the residence of Mrs. Clarence Spellmire, on Tues day afternoon. Mrs. Spellmire spared no trouble to make it an enjoyable affair. The living room and dining room were georgous in their array of green and red.
 The gifts were concealed in un- thoughtof places in rooms. Bach guest drew a number and pro ceeded to hunt the corresponding one on package. Everyone got along all right but Mrs. La Chance and Miss Bazelle who were slow" After each gift was displayed, all proceeded to the dining room where dainty refreshments were served. On the centre piece of rich lace was a miniature Xmas tree lighted with green and red candles. Guests included Mesdames Gearv, Parr, Lancaster, Asbury, La Chance, Bond, Luce,. Waite, Reed, and Miss Bazelle.
Holbrook argus., 1909-12-28
THESE FOREIGN ALLIANCES.

It seems about time the world let poor Miss Elkins alone, as she has been held up to public attention long enough. Miss Marjorie Gould will no doubt now have to take her turn in the stories about foreign all dances. She is already reported with two foreign dukes in her train, and it behooves some good American boy to step in and claim her for himself.