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Luxemburger gazette. [volume] (Dubuque, Iowa) 1871-1918, 1912-08-13

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Luxemburger gazette. [volume] (Dubuque, Iowa) 1871-1918, 1912-08-13

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Luxemburger gazette. [volume] (Dubuque, Iowa) 1871-1918, 1912-08-13

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The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1912-03-14
Particularly the Ladies.

Not only pleasant and refreshing to
the taste. but gently cleansing and sweet
enins to the system. Syrup Of Figs and
Elixir Of SIENNA is particularly adapted
to ladies and children, and beneficial in
all cases in which wholesome, strength
ening and effective laxative should BE
used. 1t is perfectly safe at all times and
dispels colds, headaches and the pains
caused by indigestion and constipation 50
promptly and effectively that it is the one
perfect family laxative which gives salts
faction to all and is recommended by
millions Of families who have used it and
who have personal knowledge Of its ex-
celence.
Its wonderful popularity. however, has
led interruptions dealers to offer imita-
tons which act unsatisfactory. There
fore, when buying. to get its beneficial
effects, always note the full name Of the
Company-Caliorni Fig Syrup Co..
plainly printed on the front Of every
package Of the genuine Syrup Of Fiss
and Elixir Of SIENNA.
For sale by all leading druggists. Price
so cents per bottle.
The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1912-03-14
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, a glance which revealed
Hopes slender form in the cabin door.
his eyes never turned again that way.
He had 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 enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1912-03-14

His tone was full Of good humor.
and his lips smiling. yet somehow she
felt her heart sink. an inexplicable
fear finding expression In her eyes.
"But-but why do you need to go?
Couldn't some of the others?"
There Is q 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.
~ fading away completely into the
dull plain OF the desert
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Copyright, A. G. Mcclurg & Co.. 1s1o)

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 towards
act, leaving stain never to be eradi-
Gated. No. he must meet this as
The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1912-03-14
SYNOPSIS.

Der piain.man;, IS looEins for roaming war
parties OF savages He sees wagon team
When Keith reaches the wagon the raid
ers have massacred two men and de-
papers and oefet w the womans por.
en-; Sharsed With the murder; his accuser be-
companion in his cell named Neb tells him
that he knew the Keths In Virginia. Neb
s s3Ssx one e. Of the murdered men vas Job, John
erly Confederate officer. The plainsman
and Neb escape. and later the fugitivesa
&c upon cabin and find its occupant
t ne saw at Carson City. The Cir, explains
mat she is in search Of a brother. who
had IA. deserted from the army. and that a
cabin while he sought her brother. Haw-
, ntyo appears. and Keith in hiding recog-
r hScs IN MN IN as Is B 1h Part There is ter
and the girl who says that her name is
b Hiope toins in the escape Keith explains
the iand hy'e Miss Ms kf Hops IS tells hat
f $751; Is I'll. the ,daughter Of GeneIal Waite
Keith Keith meets the brother Of Hope Waite.
n'moGr the assumed name OF Fred WI
!Ousnpy: and becomes convinced that
Black Bart has some plot involving the
Two. Hope learns that Gen. Waite. who
was thought murdered. is at Sheridan
ana an; goes there. where she Is mistaken for
CHRISTIE Maclaire. the Carson City singer
Keith meets the real Christie Maclaire
and finds that Black Bart has convinced
ner that there Is a mystery in her life
which he is going to turn to her advan-
tage The plainsman tells Hope Waite. OF
her resemblance to Christie Maclaire.
They decide that Fred Willoughby may
hold the key to the situation. Keith finds
.WNill99ughby shot dead Hope IS told Of
h 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
singer DR.. 1Tairbain 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
Maclaires 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. DIR. Fairbain avows
his love for Phyllis and she accepts him
Keith and his friends strike the trail of
Black Bart. They find Hope has been ia
ken back to the old cabin. The wilderness
cabin is the scene Of a fight in which
Outflow enemies.
The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1912-03-14
The Eyes Of the Two Met In Defiance.

became man, and now, now before
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 l know what you mean
to do. A Southern gentleman could
not choose otherwise. But I've come
here to beg you to let me have the
chance"
"You?" surprised and curious.
What greater claim on that fellows
life have you than II"
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 l feel"
Sure. | know" shaking the other
off. yet not roughly. But it 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 prepare
tions-a few brief words of instruc-
ton to Bristoe; a request to the doc
tor not to leave Hope alone; the ex-
tracing of promise from the two
Bar X" men to return to Larned
with the prisoners. Then he roped
the best horse in the corral. saddled
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 a scratch. little girl; we have
been a lucky bunch. But have had
a great deal to look after Now l
shall be obliged to ride ahead as far
as the water-hole. and let you come
on with the others little later. after
you get breakfast. You can spare me
Z few hours, cant you7"
The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1912-03-14
Puzzle Of Living,

Religionists ehided about their ina
bility to agree on points of faith might
point out that they differ only In Incl
dentals and not essentials, whereas
the scier fists differ on everything.
Take the science of living. A week
ego you would have ''died if you drank
water with your meals" Now they
say it doesn't do any harm at ALL One
variety says: "Eat meat, lots of it, to
build good, rich blood" Another says
meat is poison; that vegetables are
the only food. A third declares meat
and vegetables both increase debility,
and that you will live twice as long
on raw fruits and nuts. Some say
Talk with your meals, laugh; it
makes the food digest" Others insist
silence is never SO golden as at the
table.
The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1912-03-14

Eagle Nest in Western New York.
An eagles aerie. with five little
eaglets, is on the Davis farm in the
town of Somerset. Niagara county. on
the shores of Lake Ontario.
For many seasons past two Amer
lean eagles have made their hcadquar.
tiers at the Davis farm. but never I'M
til this season did they nest. and SO
far as known it is the first time that
a nest has been built in Niagara coun-
ty. The eaglets are carefully guarded
by the old birds as we'll as by the
members of the Davis family. Hunt
ers are forbidden by law to shoot the
birds.-Rochester Post Express.
The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1912-03-14
$3.50 Recipe Free.
For Weak Kidneys.
Relieves Urinary and Kidney
Troubles, Backache, Strairing,
Swelling, Etc.
Stops Pain in the Bladder,
Kidneys and Back.

Wouldn't It be nice within a week or 50
to begin to say goodbye forever to the
scalding, dribbling, straining, or too FREE
quent passage Of urine; the forehead ana
the. back-of-the-head aches; the. stitches
and pains in the back; the growing mus
Gle weakness: spots before the eyes; yell
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lids or ankles; leg cramps; unnatural short
breath; sleeplessness and the dependency?
I have recipe for these. troubles that
you can depend on, and if you want to
make a quick recovery. you ought. to
write and get a copy Of it; Many a doc
tor would charge you $3.50 just for writing
this prescription, but I have it and win
be glad to send it to. you, entirely free,
Just drop me a line like this: DR.. A. p.
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Mich... and I will send it by return mail
in a plain envelope. AS you will see when
you get it, this recipe contains only pure,
harmless remedies, but it has great heal
ing and pain-conquering power.
It will quickly show its, power once you
use it, so think you had better see what
It is without delay. I will send you a copy
free-you can use it and cure yourself at
home.
The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1912-03-14
CHAPTER xxxv.-(continued.)

"lt's 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 tina: sand-pit." 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
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
tily reviewing late occurrences to him,
Keith crossed over to the corral, real
izlng that their work-his work-was
not wholly done until Hawley had
been located. With this quest in mind
he strobe straight to the Blackboard
ed giant who had guarded Hope from
Sheridan.
What is your name?" he asked
sharply.
The man looked UP scowling.
"Hatchett." he answered gruffly.
well. Hatchett, l 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 aawley?"
"How In dell should know"
You do know. just the same. Per-
haps not to an inch, or a 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"
mo? Well now. Hatchett, listen to
me-" ard Keith's voice had in it the
click of steel trap. you'll either
answer, and answer straight. or Well
hang you to that cottonwood in about
five minutes. If you want a chance
COR your miserable life you answer
me. We have our way of treating your
kind out in this country. Sit up. you
orute! Now where did Hawley go aft
er he left you?"
ITO Fort Larned."
AFTER those fresh horses?"
"Yes."
"Ho didn't bring them to you: l
know that. Where has he been SINGER"
"Topeky and Leavenworth."
How do you know?"
He writ me a note the boss herder
brought"
Hand 1t over"
Keith took the dirty slip of paper
the man reluctantly extracted from
his belt. and Fairbain lit matches
while hs ran his eyes hastily over the
The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1912-03-14
A WOMAN DOCTOR
Was Quick to See That Coffee Poison
Was Doing the Mischief.

A lady tells of a bad case of coffee
poisoning, and tells it in way so sim.
pie and straightforward that literary
skill could not improve it.
Il had neuralgia headaches for IL
years. she says, land have suffered
untold agony. When I first began to
have them I weighed 40 pounds, but
they brought me down to 10.
II went to many doctors and they
gave me only temporary relief. So
suffered on, till one day, woman
doctor advised me to drink Postum.
She said I looked like I was coffee
poisoned.
$50 began to drink Postum, and
gained Is pounds in the first few
weeks and am still gaining, but not so
fast as at first. My headaches began
to leave me after had used Postum
about two weeks-long enough, I ex-
pect, to get the coffee poison out of
my system.
Now that a few months have pass
ed since began to use Postum, can
gladly say that I never know what a
neuralgia headache is like any more,
and it was nothing but Postum that
relieved me.
Before used Postum 7 never
went out alone; would get bewilder.
ed and would not know which way to
turn. Now I go alone and my head
10 as clear as a bell. My brain and
nerves are stronger than they have
been for years." Name given by
Postum Co., Battle Greek, Mich.
There's reason" and 1t is explain.
Cd In the little book, 1.-THE Road 10
Wellville." in pkgs.
Bvef read the shove letter. A new
one appears from time to time. They
afe genuine, true, and full Of h1mas
The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1912-03-14
PAINTING With a SPONGE.

An artist whose work in water color
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 mako
the pictures she likes to produce in
this medium.
The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1912-03-14

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 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 had
disappeared; and the rider swayed in
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 desolation
ahead. Twice he drew his revolver
from out it's sheath, tested it. and
slipped in a fresh cartridge, return
ing the weapon more lightly to its
place. the flap of the holster turned
back and held open by his leg. The
sun beat upon him like ball of fire.
the hot sand flinging the blaze back
into his face. He pushed back the
upper part of his shirt and drank a
swallow of tepid water from can
teen strapped behind the saddle. His
eyes ached with the glare, until he
saw fantastic red and yellow shapes
dancing dizzily before him. The
WEAKNESS of the long night pressed
upon his eye-balls: he felt the strain
Of the past hours. the lack of food,
the need of rest. His head nodded
and he brought himself to life again
with jerk and a muttered word. star
ing out into the dim. forlnless dis
lance Lord. II there was only some.
thing moving; something he could
concentrate his attention upon: some
thing tn @Ast the Straiujng eyes!
The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1912-03-14
Heavy Luggage.

Every tramp squares and squares
with 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 1t? People who have experienced
this will surely call down blessings
upon the head of the invento: 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 a
small case is necessary and where the
luggage must be carried by hand
should invest in one of these sensible
luggage carriers
The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1912-03-14

But there was nothing, absolutely
nothing-just that seemingly endless
stretch of sand. circled by the blazing
sky. the wind sweeping It's surface
soundless and hot. as though from the
pits of hell; no stir, no motion. no
movement of anything animate O" In
animate to break the awful monotony.
Death! It was death everywhere! his
aching eyes rested on nothing but
what was typical of death. Even the
heat waves seemed fantastic. gro
tesque. assuming spectral forms
With every step Of advance the
brooding silence seemed more pro-
found, more deathlike. He got to
marking the sand ridges, the slight va.
riations giving play to the brain. Way
off to the left was the mirage OF a
lake. apparently SO real that he had
to battle with himself to keep from
turning aside. He dropped forward
in the saddle, his head hanging low,
he could no longer bear the glitter OF
that horrible ocean of sand. 1t was
noon now-noon, and he had been rid
ing steadily seven hours. The thought
brought his blurred eyes again to the
horizon. Where could he be, the man
he sought in the heart Of this soli-
tude? Surely he should be here by
now, If he had left the water-hole at
dawn. Could he have gone the longer
route, south to the Fork? The possi-
bility of such thing scared through
him like hot iron, driving the dull
ness from his brain, the lethargy from
his limbs. God! no! Fate could never
play such a scurvy trick as that! The
man must have been delayed; had
failed to leave camp early--some-
where ahead, yonder where the blue
haze marked the union of sand and
sky, he was surely coming, riding half
dead. and dropping in the saddle.
Again Keith rose in his stirrups,
rubbing the mist out of his eyes that
he might see clearer, and stared
ahead. What was that away out yon-
der? shadow? a spot dancing before
his tortured vision? or a moving. liv-
ing something which he actually saw?
He could not tell. he could not be
sure, yet he Strengthened up expect
antly, shading his eyes, and never
losing sight of the object 1t moved,
grew larger, darker. more real-yet
how it crawled. crawled, crawled to-
ward him. 1t seemed as if the vague.
shapeless thing would never take
form, never stand out revealed against
the sky so he could determine the
truth. He had forgotten all else-the
silent desert, the blazing sun. the
burning wind-all his soul concen-
trated on that speck yonder. Sudden
ly it disappeared-a swale in the sand
prubably-and, when it rose into view
again, he uttered cry OF joy-it was
a horse and rider!
Little by little they drew nearer
one another, two black specks in that
vas: ocean of sand. the only moving.
living things under the brazen circle
of the sky. Keith was ready now, his
eyes bright, thu cooked revolver
gripped hard in his hand. The space
| between them Borrowed, and Hawley
saw him. caught glimpse of the face
under the broad hat brim. the burn
ing eyes surveying him. With an oath
he stopped his horse, dragging at his
gun, surprised. dazed. yet instantly
understanding. Keith also halted, and
across the intervening desert the eyes
Of the two men met in grim defiance.
tTO BE CONTINUEDJ
The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1912-03-14
A Beautiful Decline.

Ollie James, the gigantic and genial
congressman and senator-elect from
Kentucky, was in conversation the
other day with a Washingtonian when
the latter made certain inquiries with
reference to mutual friend from he
had not seen for a number of years.
"And how does Colonel Prescott
spend his declining years?" he asked.
beautifully, sir; beautifully" an
swered James. "He has fine farm,
sir. A string of trotters, sir. And a
barrel of whisky 16 years old-and a
wife of the same age, sir!"
The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1912-03-14
No limo Wasted.

Olaf Larson. working in millinery
warehouse. backed into an elevator
shaft and fell down five stories with a
load of boxes. Horror-stricken. the
other employees rushed down the
stairs. only to find him picking him.
self unframed out OF the rubbish.
"Ess de boss mad?" he whispered
cautiously. Tai en- Ay had to come
down for nails anyway."-Success
Magazine.