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The Fairmont West Virginian. (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1904-1914, 1912-08-16

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this man. IFopld dlsd1ln to do so II
It were necessary but before the last
resort must hase speech, with him,
igndsthis IS the only way In which /
cRhSkeep him tauieesfof moment, II
as.:I suspect, his hate neasates with,
mine ~ SSrl IN III
you have the advantage protest.
ed Armstrong. Say your Boz, and:get
It over with. I've waited all these
years for chance to- Kill you and. my
patience Is exhausted"
Sun keeping the other covered, New.
bold stepped over to the table pulled
out the drawer and drew from It the
lloeket. Enid Remembered she had has
tily thrust II there; when he had hand
ed 1t to her. and there II had lain IN;
noted and forgotten. It was quite eYi;
dent to, her what was toward now.
Newhold had recognized the othef
man, explanations were, inevitable.
With his left hand Newboid sought
the catch Of the locket and pressed
the spring. two steps he faced
Armstrong with the oman ioctel tbgns,
toward him. 6 u h, ". i-ogss
Your plcturefo iie asked. NJ !.
"4Niinel"s' - z Z, ~ Z; ! 4
DO, you know the locketfi' 3
II gave itt6a woman named Louise
Rosser i've or 'slx years ako:" Is
my wife, - fsi.I,i n. :
Eyes. she was crazy In love with me.
but" i.t9Ft
With diaboiic malice Armstrong .ls,t
the sentence, 'u,i1n,cocmpletea The Mar.
ence he meant should be drawn, rom
his-reticeace was obvious.
7"I tookitfromF her dead body lerlt.
ted out Newbold! = -y-1si,j5s ,'..fi
.she was beside ber,sw with ,,ova
for me; an old affsir-yo, .tno,S,s IA
Armstrong more explicitly. thi5tinE
to use a a spear with 4 double 'barb Ia.
pierce the womaiI's5 and ths mar.s
heart alike. That he dafamaed ! 1tbs
dead was 81 NO iiii,omenf tItben . .,shS
wanted tOleaYe yotf y ha raT,6nf1 Oith1x,s
i;she wanted me; to take = her e bSet
and" -
''Untrue. burst forth from Enid
Maitland's llps. "a sIanssro,,s fdss.
tardly, cowardly untrnth . sT=p
But the man maid M Sttsb,ins,s "a
her In their erc,ten,ent !. nsrSsSsitbsy
did not even hear barF ES,iSoid
thrust his pistol violently .forwSra I;
: Would YOU murder ps.as Won mir,
,dered the woman r. .gibed { AYmstr (,
in bitter .taunt. =. ~ a
Then Enid Maitland ,ornd I, q, re,
beart 10 nrgs 5Nsg:ho,d - I'm ~.
where he stood: but she had M time
IL she could have 5carriedsotit Il 4: Al.
sign, for NsTboId flaSF Sbs SiIySaSo1
from him and ihe, ndxts Il 6hfnSSi IN.
two men leaped upon D Il ddli 4 Il herl
straininE, struggling, daring SatflInf
like savage beasts, each seeking 10
clasp his fingers around the throat Al
the other and then twist ana eft,sb mi
I'll life was gone. lf,tNl. fttsfT ,
> lr,.slI, - Mn. 1. 49,. = 20.
.i,ss.a no.ns, lsSsIns " a grim
The Fairmont West Virginian. (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1904-1914, 1912-08-16
The Procession.

The Procession.
The Iceman is a pleasant soul.
, He Is man Of cheer,
fIe drops cake within my box
And drinks one pint OF beer.
From an old print
rhe grocerynan delivers eggs,
The henfruIt that's most dear.
He puts them in the IceBox and
He drinks one pint OF beer.
The butchers boy comes with the
steak,
And with no shade OF fear.
When he has placed # in the chest. {
He drinks one pint of beer
rhe plumber comes TO fix the pipes
And with knowing leer.
He straightway finds the lcebox and
: He drinks three pints of beer. !
But when am athirst. myself
And seek the cheer that flows.
] find my icebox empty. and
| hustle down TO Joe's.
The Fairmont West Virginian. (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1904-1914, 1912-08-16
Tired at 6RllBONi=
u ..::. 1k4.
by nor K. MoULToH.
early Campaign Scandals.

Roosevelt were side whiskcrs when
he attended Harvard.
Hi Johnson used to play mando-
lin In a college gtee club.
Tom Marshall once voted for a Re:
publican for coroner.
Big Built Aft used to eat peppermint
drops In church. r
Woodrow Wilson lis very fond OF
picked trlpe for breakfast
Sunny jim Sherman once read a
copy OF the London Times.
The Fairmont West Virginian. (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1904-1914, 1912-08-16

mice bass on my dish.
Thee sot ascare. upon my mind
T:.>rcIsh can:ssft and fish, ~
The Fairmont West Virginian. (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1904-1914, 1912-08-16

Observations CT Old Cap. whlpple.
soRebdddy has dlcovered thai HI
Johnson, the Bull Moose candidate for
vice president. looks like jim sher.
man. but this should not be- held
against HI. He can't help It.
A Teller that has got dyspepsia amt
going to enthuse over purity woman,
a boss race or much OF anything else.
A lot Of feilers who have failed IN
everything else think they could run
the village newspaper a blamed sight
better than the editor does.
There are plenty OF ways to be on.
happy without tryln' to settle quar-.
rel between man and wife.
: A mail carrier is lucky Teller.
When he gets all through with his
days work he don't have nothing to
do till tomorrow.
Any Teller who puts up boiler
again the tight skirts is either a hypo.
critic or a common ordinary -four.
Ilusher Any Teller who doesn't look
at 'em won't notice nothing objection.
able.
One of the best ways to make a hit
with your wife Is 10 write q letter TO
the newspaper adynrattnv ;votaa fo,.
The Fairmont West Virginian. (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1904-1914, 1912-08-16

: Mrs sarah Scott, of Springfield.
Mo-, last week made her final life VOWS
as a nun in the Visitation Convent at
ST Louis. Mrs. Scott Is the mother
The Fairmont West Virginian. (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1904-1914, 1912-08-16

Of 10 children. all of whom she has
seen settled happily in life. Four Of
her SONS are members Of the Jesuit
Order.
The Fairmont West Virginian. (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1904-1914, 1912-08-16

ItyOu. want good ladder very
cheap. call on the F. p. Kelley Lumber
Co. They have a:Uig stock.
aug ls.et
The Fairmont West Virginian. (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1904-1914, 1912-08-16

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The Glenwood post., 1912-04-06
SYNOPSIS.

Jack Keith. virgtnian. now a bor-
der plainsman, is looking for roaming war
parties of savages. He sees a wagon team
at full gallop pursued by men on ponies
When Keith reaches the wagon the raid
srs have massacred two men and de-
papers and locket with a womans por-
trait Keith is arrested at Carson city.
charged with the murder; his accuser be
Ing ruffian named Black Bart. negro
companion in his cell named Neb tells him
that he knew the Keiths in Virginia Neb
slbiey. the other Gen: Willis Waite; form
eriy Confederate officer. The plainsman
and Neb escape, and later the fugitives
TO be young girl. whom Keith thinks
ne saw at Carson City. The girl explains
had deserted from the army. and that
MT Hawley induced her to come to the
cabin while he sought her brother. Haw-
nizes him as Black Bart. There is ter
Inc battle In the darkened room in which
and and the girl who says that her name is
Hope; Joins In the escape Keith explains
MS situation and the fugitives make for
the hotel landlady Miss Hope tells that
she is the daughter of General Waite.
Keith meets an I old friend. tH pr, Fa!Tbain.
Keith meets the brother OF Hope Waite.
'nnder 'r the assumed name of Fred WI.
Black Bart has some plot involving the
.wo. Hope learns that Gen. Waite. who
vas tnougnt murdered. Is at Snerldan.
ana goes there where she Is mistaken for
Christie Maclaire. the Carson City singer.
Keith meets the real Christie Maclaire
ana finds that Black Bart has convinced
her that there Is mystery in her life
which he Is going to turn to her advan-
tage. The painsman tells Hope Waite of
hsr resemblance to Christie Maclaire.
They decide that Fred Willoughby may
hold the key to the situation. Keith finds
Willoughby shot dead Hope Is told of
the death of her brother. Keith fails to
learn what representations Black Bart
mas made to Christie Maclaire. Hope
suggests that in order to learn the secret
she must briefly impersonate the stage
finger DR.. Fairbain is In love with
Christie Maclaire and Keith induces him
to detain her from the stage while Hope
goes to the theater where she meets
Black Bart. who. thus deceived. tells
Hope that General Waite has suspected
his plans and that they must fly. Hope.
greatly alarmed. demurs. General Waite
appears and says Black Bart has stolen
papers from him regarding an inheri-
lance. Keith is Informed that Christie
Maclair@'s real name is Phyllis Gale and
that she is the half sister Of Hope. The
latter has been carried away by Black
Bart and his gang. DR.. Fairbain avows
his love fog Phyllis and she accepts him.
Keith and his friends strike the trail of
Black Bart. They find Hope has been ta-
ken back to the old cabin. The wilderness
cabin Is the Of fight in which
Outflow enemies.
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Copyright. A. c. McClurg g Co.. 1900

lines AS he ended he crushed the
paper between his fingers. and walked
away to the end of the corral. He
wanted to be alone, to think. to decide
definitely upon what he ought to do.
Hawley according to the schedule
Just read. must have left Larned alone
early the day before: this night he
would be camped at the water-hole:
with daybreak he expected to resume
his lonely journey across the desert
to the Salt Fork. For years Keith had
lived primitive life. and In some
ways his thought had grown primi-
tive. His code of honor was that of
the border. tinged by that of the South
before the war. The antagonism exist
ing between him and this gambler was
personal, private. deadly-not an af-
fair for any others-outsiders- med
die with. He could wait here, and
permit Hawley to be made captive;
could watch him ride unsuspectingly
into the power of these armed men.
and then turn him over to the law to be
dealt with. The very thought nause-
ated him. That would be a towards
act. leaving a stain never to be eradi
Gated. No. he must meet this as
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Heavy Luggage.

Every tramp squares and squares
with a heavy bag or suit case in your
hand-the weight apparently increas'
ing every minute? It's trying. nerve
racking and decidedly uncomfortable.
isn't it? People who have experienced
this will surely call down blessings
upon the head of the inventor Of rat.
tan or straw bags and suit cases They
have SO little weight ard the cost is
SO slight that every girl or man who
goes away for short trips where q
small case Is necessary and where the
luggage must be carried by hand
should invest in one of these sensible
luggage carriers
The Glenwood post., 1912-04-06

His tone was full Of good humor.
and his lips smiling. yet somehow she
felt her heart sink. an inexplica Bile
fear finding expression in her eyes,
"But-but why do you need to go?
Couldn't some of the others?"
There Is a reason which will ex-
plain later" he said. more gravely
Surely you can trust me. Hope. and
feel that am only doing what it
seems absolutely necessary for me to
do?" He bent down and kissed her
1T will be only for few hours. and
no cause for worry. Goodbye now.
until we meet tonight at the water
hole"
The east was gray with coming day
light as he rode splashing across the
stream and up the opposite bank She
watched him, rubbing the binding
mist from her eyes. until horse and
man became a mere dark speck, final
ly fading away completely into the
dull plain of the desert.
The Glenwood post., 1912-04-06
Love Matches,

Miss Marie Corelli, like all female
novelists. is a firm believer in marry
ing for love-"
The speaker. an editor Of a wom-
ans magazine, was taking tea at the
Colony club in New York She con-
tinued, a nut sandwich poised near
her mouth:
Il argued and wrangled about love
matches with Miss Corelli one whole
day in her old-fashioned Stratford
home, but she rather got the better
of me at the end with an epigram:
"'She who marries for love- Miss
Corelli said. enters heaven with her
eyes shut. She who marries without
love enters hell with them open'"
The Glenwood post., 1912-04-06

drove him now to meet Hawley face
to face, man to man. to settle the feud
between them for all time And he
rode smiling. gladly. as to a tryst,
now that he was at last alone, free
In the desert
The hours passed. the sun rising
higher in the blazing blue of the sky:
the horse, wearied by the constant
pull Of the sand. had long since slowed
down to walk; the last dim blur OF
the cottonwoods along the Fork mad
the saddle, the dead lifelessness OF
sky and desert dulling his brain Yet
he had not forgotten his errand-rous-
ing constantly from lethargy to sweep
his shaded eyes about the rounded
horizon. keenly marking the slightest
shadow across the sands. taking ad-
vantage of every drift to give him
wider viewpoint. rising in his stirrups
to scan the leagues of desolaton
ahead. Twice he drew his revolver
from out its sheath. tested it. and
slipped in fresh cartridge. return.
ing the weapon more lightly to Its
place, the nap OF the holster turned
back and held open by his leg. The
sun beat upon him like a ball Of fire,
the hot sand hinging the blaze back
into his face. He pushed back the
upper part Of his shirt and drank a
swallow of tepid water from a can.
teen strapped behind the saddle His
eyes ached with the glare. until he
saw fantastic red and yellow shapes
dancing dixsily before him The
weariness Of the long night pressed
upon his eyeballs: he felt the strain
Of tho past hours. the lack Of food.
the need Of rest His head nodded,
and he. brought himself to life again
with jerk and muttsred word, star
ing out into the dim, formless dis
tancs:- Lord. II there was only some
thing moving; something he could
concentrate his attention upon; some
thing to rest the straining eyssi
The Glenwood post., 1912-04-06
SHE QUIT COFFEE
And Much Good Came From II.

1t is hard to believe that coffee will
put person in such a condition as 1t
did woman of Apple Creek, o. She
tells her own story:
81 did not believe coffee caused my
trouble, and frequently said l liked
1t so we'll would not quit drinking it,
even II it took my life, but l was q
miserable sufferer from heart trouble
and nervous prostration for four years.
81 was scarcely able to go around at
all. Had no energy. and did not care
for anything. Was emaciated and had
a constant pain around my heart until
l thought l could not endure it. l
felt as though l was liable to die any
time.
Frequently had nervous chills and
the least excitement would drive sleep
away, and any little noise would up
set me terribly / was gradually get.
ting worse until finally one day. 1t
came over me, and l asked myself
what is the use of being sick all the
time and buying medicine so that
can indulge myself in coffee?
so thought would see II I could
QuiI uEiuhiuS COuee, anu &OC BOm1
Postum to help me quit. 1 made 1t
strictly according to directions, and
l want to tell you that change was the
greatest step in my life. 1t was easy
to quit coffee because l had the
Postum which like better than
liked the old coffee Ono by one the
old troubles left, until now l am in
splendid health, nerves steady, heart
al right. and the pain all gone Never
have any more nervous chills, don't
take any medicine, can do all my
housswork, and have done . great
deal besides.
my sisterdn-law. who visited me
this summer had been an invalid for
some time. much a. was. l got her
70 quit coffee and drink Postum. She
gained nve pounds In three wssks,
and never saw such . change In suy.
ones health"
"Thsrs's . reason"
Dvo4 read tie ab0vo IsttsRf A n~~
- oDDoeTS iron t4Do to tine. ~
- 9onun1o, t10os 0AA tim - hQuGS
A1ogo0t.
The Glenwood post., 1912-04-06
CHAPTER xxxvI.
The Duel In the Desert.


Keith rode straight forward into the
sandy desolation, squirting his horse
into swift trot After one glance
backward as they clambered up the
steep bank. glance which revealed
Hopes slender form in the cabin door.
his eyes never turned again that way.
He had a mans stern work to do out
yonder. and his purpose could not be
swerved. his firmness of hand and
keenness Of eye affected. by any
thought of her. His lips compressed.
his fingers gripping the rein. he drove
all regretful memory from his mind.
until every nerve within him throbbed
in unison with his present purpose.
He was right; he knew he was right.
1t was not hate. not even revenge,
which had set him forth, leaving love
behind, but honor-the honor of the
South. and of the frontier. of his an
cestry and his training-honor that
The Glenwood post., 1912-04-06
About Time.
"MarY!"


Fathers voice rolled down the stairs
and into the dim and silent parlor
"Yes, papa dear?"
Ask that young man If he has the
time"
A moment of silence
"Yes. George has his watch with
him."
Then ask him what is the time"
HE says it is 11:4S, papa"
"Then ask him if he doesn't think it
about bedtime"
Another moment OF silence.
He says, papa" the silvery voice
announced, impersonally, "he says that
he rarely goes to bed before l, but it
seems to him that it is a matter of
personal preference merely, and that
II he were in your place he would 20
now If he felt sleepy"
The Glenwood post., 1912-04-06

became man. and now. now before
Hope SO much as dreamed of bis pur-
pose-aye. and before he spoke an
other word of love to Hope He
wheeled about fully decided on his
course. his duty. and met Fairbain
face to face.
Jack" the latter said earnestly.
Il read the note over your shoulder
and of course | know what you mean
to do. Southern gentleman could
not choose otherwise. But I've como
here to beg you to let me have the
chance"
Your" surprised and curious
What greater claim on that fellows
life have you than -"
The pudgy hands of the doctor
grasped the plainsman's shoulders
Its for Christie" he explained
brokenly She was the one he tried
to run away with. You-you know
how | feel"
Sure. | know" shaking the other
OF. yet not roughly. But 1t happen
ed to be Miss Waite he took. and SO
this is my job. Fairbain. Besides, I've
got another score to settle with him"
He wasted little time upon prepara-
uons-a few brief words OF instruc-
ton to Bristoe; request to the doc
tor not to leave Hope alone: the ex-
tracting of promise from tho two
Bar x" men to return to Larned
with the prisoners. Then he ropsd
the best horse In the corral. saddlsd
and bridled him, and went into the
cabin. She had light burning. and
met him at the door.
Il thought you would never come.
but they told me you were unhurt"
MOT . scratch. little girl: We havs
bssn . lucky bunch. But have had
Q great deal to look after Nov l
shall bs obliged to rids ahead a. far
- the water-hole. and let you come
On with the others . little later. aftsr
you gsk breakfast You can spare NJ
10 fsW hours. can't yoaT
The Glenwood post., 1912-04-06
Mod ern Problems,

If it requires thirty years of inter
mittent prosperity to produce a bread
line block and a half long, how much
prosperity will be required to get rid
of it?
If one antitrust law can produce
one thousand trusts, what would now
be the cost of living if we had two
antitrust laws?
If, in order to preserve peace, it IL
necessary to spend annually two hun
dred fourteen million, three hundred
ninetv-three thousand, five hundred
ninety-five dollars, what would It cost
to preserve a good healthy war when
we once get into it?-Life.
The Glenwood post., 1912-04-06
CHAPTER xxxv.-(contlnued.)

ITS the Indian" he said grimly,
sanchez must a mistook him fer
one of US, and shot the poor devil"
And Sanchez himself is out yonder
on that sandpit,' and Keith pointed:
then lifted his voice to make it carry
across the stream. Come on over.
Doctor. you and Neb. We've got the
gang Bring that body out there
along with you"
The Bar X" man waded out to
help, and the three together laid the
dead Mexican outlaw on the bank. be-
side the Indian he had shot down in
his effort to escape Keith stood for
a moment bending low to look curl
ously into the dead face-wrinkled.
SCARED. still featuring cruelty, the
thin lips drawn back in snarl What
scenes OF horror those eyes had gazed
upon during fifty years of crime;
what suffering of men. women. chill
dren: what deeds of rapine; what ex.
amples of merciless hate Juan
sanchez!-the very sound of the name
made the blood run cold Dead or
alive!" Well. they had him at last
dead; and the plainsman shuddered.
as he turned away.
Taking Fairbain with him and has
tfly reviewing late occurrences to him,
Keith crossed over to the corral. real
tZing that their work-his work-was
not wholly done until HAwley had
been located. With this quest in mind
he strobe straight to the black beard
ed giant who had guarded Hope from
Sheridan.
What is your manner" he asked
sharply.
The man looked up scowling
"Hatchett," he answered grufiy.
We'll. Hatchett, | am going to ask
you question or two. and advise you
to reply Just about as straight as you
know how. ! am in no mood tonight
for any foolishness. Where is Black
Bart Hawley?"
How In Iell should | know"
You do know. just the same. Per
haps not to an inch. or mile, but
you know near enough where he is.
and where he has been since you left
Sheridan"
IF do. I'm damned If I'll tell you"
No? Well now. Hatchett. listen to
me-" and Keith's voice had in 1t the
click Of steel trap. You'll either
answer, and answer straight, or we'll
hang you to that cottonwood In about
nve minutes. II you want q chance
for your miserable life you answer
me. We have our way of treating your
kind out In this country. Sit up. you
brute! Now where did Hawlsy 20 AFT
er he left your"
ITO Fort Larned."
After those fresh horsSsf"
Yea
He a8dnt bring them to you; I
0ow that Where has he been SINGER
"Topsky and Leavsnworth."
How Do you knowr'
He wit me . note the boss hsrdse
bseaght."
Hand It over" .al.. ......
Kelth took the dirty slip of paoss
- man reluctantly sztractsl ho0
~ 1sat, and yaasnain NJ mAtsAss
vA0s - ~ hi s1ss hnsulyfs fsVer -
The Glenwood post., 1912-04-06
Painting With a Sponge.

is described in the Studio says that
because the sable brushes are too
small. she uses for certain sweeping
effects of light and shade on the
dresses. for example. sponge This
artist is described as using water col
ors, not within the narrow limitations
usually prescribed. but as an indi-
vidual means Of expression. She
sometimes joins three pieces of the
water color board together to make
the pictures she likes to produce in
this medium.
The Glenwood post., 1912-04-06
Rising to the Occasion.

Fifty dollars!' cried Batkins. after
the judge had named the fine. why,
Judge, that's an outrage. | admit
was going too fast, but fifty dollars"
"Them's the figgers," said the
judge, coldly.
"All right, I'll pay" said Batkins,
"but I'll tell you right now, I'll never
come through this town again"
THAT SOP" said the judge. "Wa-al,
by gorry, I'm sorroy Ye've been q
mighty good customer. BILL he added,
turning to the sheriff, hang Grape on
the court haouse, will ye? This here
gentleman's about to pass on for
ever"
The Glenwood post., 1912-04-06
Remarkable Confidence.

The mortorist dashed up to the curb
and alighted in a cloud of dust. Hail
ing a well dressed pedestrian, he
cried:
watch my machine for a minute,
will you?"
The well dressed individual snorted
with rage.
do you know that l am United
States senator?" he calculated.
We'll what of it?" said the mo
torist "Ill take chance"
The Glenwood post., 1912-04-06
Eagle Mes. in Western New York.

Eagle Nest In Western New York.
An eagles aerie, with five little
eagiets. Is on the Davis farm in the
town of Somerset. Niagara county. IN
the shores of Lake Ontario.
For many seasons past two Amer
ican eagles have made their headQuar
ters at the Davis farm. but never uu
til this season did they nest. and &C
far as known II is the first time that
nest has been built in Niagara coun-
" The eaglets are carefully guarded
by the old birds as well as by the
members OF the Davis family. Hunt
ers are forbidden by law to shoot the
birds Rochester Post Express
The Glenwood post., 1912-04-06
No Time Wasted.

Olaf Larson. working in a millinery
warehouse. backed into an elevator
shaft and fell down ave stories with .
load of boxes, Horror-stricken. the
other employees rushed down the
stairs, only to find him picking him
self unharmed out Of the rubbish
'Ess de boss madr he whispered
cautiously Tai EN- Ay had to come
down for nails anyway."-8ucces
Magazine.
The Glenwood post., 1912-04-06
There are two things calculated ia
make mans head swim-a merry.
go-round and a merry widow.
Such ls Life,

Dugan-Oh. my, oh. my! Isn't Casey
putin on grand airs wild his new auty-
mobile? An over In the ould country
dare say he went barefutted.
Ryan-Faith, not be his own ac-
counts. He says he had q turnout
over there thot atthracted great at
tintion.
Dugan-Av coorse; an eviction al
ways does.