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, sidered him nearly as trustworthy a
boy as our Willie and
"H-h-how'd they find out?" inquired
Willie grufly. mo, thanks-I don't
want any more creamed potatoes, Nor
'spara gus.
Z hope you don't feel I'll or anything.
Willie" said his mother anXiously.
/ II suallN you want so many helpings
and you've had only one tonight. Why.
! Tommy must have cut his foot while
swimming because when he got home
IL hurt him 80 he had to take on his
shoe and his mother questioned him,
and besides his hair was all wet"
Awful Cive-awaY wet hair said
| BlckerS sterrlN. Why are you fussinE
alone-youN muss IL all up. and | no.
! tlce you have brushed II unusually well
this evening"
Yes, | noticed it, too" said Mrs
Bickers. Il am SO glad Willie is TAX
ing pride in his personal appearance. l
hope Tommy GaSsmOre will realize some
day how diSgraCefully he has acted. II
IS boys like that who start out by nh
bing and deceivng who end by being
YOU to associate with Tommy any more.
Willie. He might lead YOU into doing
things that you shouldn't. and ! should
SO hate TO have YOU begin Of course
/, l know that II you did anything wrong
you would be man enough TO come and
tell US about II as soon as you had
thought II over"
"D-did Tommy talk muCh7" asked
Willie. in a slightly cracked voice
VIII when he told his mother, l mean2"
Talk much? 90 echoed Mrs Bickers.
why. what do YOU mean, Willie? I
suppose not I suppose he felt too
ashamed TO say more than he had TO,
Why do YOU ask"
"Nothiu'," said Willie He squirmed
in his seat Il jus wondered"
His hand sought his head again and
q DNHTEnrp4H n a
nance as he drew it away from the
extreme back and saw water shining on
IT, Apparently his obtuse parents saw
nothing aud were eating with perfect
appeJites
say Willie blurted out. in man
CleG voice, Il went swimming with
Tommy he did, YOU know Hon
est. l forgot, ma, honest, did,
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country where the babies used to use
a As revolver for a teething ring.
Some one around the angle Of the
doorway had cooked a pistol
Survival largely depends on prepared
ness for the unexpected In the world Of
action Warren Jarvis did not waste
any time investigating He did not
care to make inquiries to be certain
that the cooking of the pistol had a
definite connection with his career in
this world.
No he began humming Dixie" in
the care free, exultant manner of the
successful lover. and swiftly took in
the field Of action. In a fraction of a
second he had planned his battle. On
the stair post at the foot of the stairs
was an oil lamp, the only light in the
room, for the fire had died down to a
faint glow. He slung the overcoat
across his right arm, with his left arm
loosened something that hung under his
coat and across his heart Then, still
humming Dixie" he walked down the
stairs without any attempt at conceal
ment
Just before he came within the range
Of vision OF the doorway he leaned for
ward and dashed his coat against the
lamp. At that same instant he whipped
out his pistol. crouched and did base
ball slide out across the stone floor, on
hip and shoulder, his eyes turned to-
ward the door
There was flash and roar and a
mans figure outlined against the moon
light and then almost as quickly as the
two shots had sounded in the hotel the
Kentuckian's revolver spoke twice.
There was an oath, a cry of "Sancta
MariaH' and a heavy fall
And Warren Jarvis walked quickly out
into the moonlit yard still humming
Dixie"
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LAYING the Ghost

The moon had sunk just below the
rim Of the mountain wall when Jarvis
and Rusty. the latter groaning at every
jump, clattered up that last reach of
the old road to the castle.
Desecrated by the bright Spanish sun
light, the old castle would have moved
one to pity as would the sight Of a
broken down warrior. In the rich moon
light, softened and hallowed the state
ly sweep of it's walls and the but stag
nant wastes of the moat, and the long
tendrils Of vapor curled and crept out
like the stealthy arms Of cold and evil
spirits, enfoldiug and chilling the heart
and welcoming all who dared the walls
TO an embrace of death. And some
where within an owl cried out an I'M
canny warning. like a tocsin summoning
the legions of darkness to meet the rash
invader.
"Jimminy," muttered Jarvis. with 4
SILVER, as they drew up at the postern
gate It's no wonder those fat-headed
boobies down there wouldn't come up to
this place."
To Be Continued Monday.
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Up-to-Date Jokes

At small country church a newly
married couple were receiving some
advice as to how they were to conduct
themselves.
You must never both get cross at
once; 1t is the husbands duty to pro-
tect his wife whenever an occasion
arises, and wife must love and hon
or and obey her husband, and follow
him wherever he goes"
But, sir" pleaded the young
bride.
Il haven't finished yet" remarked
the clergyman. she must"
But, please, sir''-in desperation
cant you alter that last part? NV
husband is a postman."
Two women who had not seen each
other for many years met unexpect-
eddy in the street
How do you do?" exclaimed one.
effusively.
Now. this is delightful" said the
other, who was the elder You have
not seen me for eleven years. and
yet you know me at once! 1 can not
have changed so dreadfully in all that
time. 1t flatters me-"
"Oh, l recognized your bonnet"
said the first.
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" Our first baby is
strong and healthy and
We attribute this re-
suit TO the timely use
Of your Compound. -
Mrs. FRED YoHANN,
Kent, Oregon.
L owe my life and
my baby's good health
to your Compound. -
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X. F. D., No. ?, Troy,
Alabama.
q hsve three chill
dren and took your
Compound each time. "
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Wilmington, Vermont.
81 have q lovely
baby boy and you can
tell every one that he
is q 'Pinkham baby"
-Mrs.LoUIs FISCHER,
80 Munroe St., Carl
stadt, n. j.
We are at last
blessed with a sweet
little baby girl. Mrs.
G. A. LAPKRoU SEE,
Montegut, La.
II have one Of the
finest baby girls you
ever saw. Mrs. c. F..
GOODWIN, 1912 S. 9th
St, Wilmington, NC.
My husband is the
happiest man alive to
day. - - Mrs. CLARA
DARBRAKE, 3g7 Mar!l-
Is ST., Buffalo. NY.
Now I have a nice
baby girl, the JOY of
our home. Mrs. Do
SYLVIA Core, No. III
So. Gate St, Worces-
ter, Mass.
"I have a fine strong
baby daughter now. "
- Mrs. A. A. GmEs,
Dewittyille, N. Y,
Route a.
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healthy boy. "-Htrs.A.
A. BALESGER, RID.
Mol, Baltimore, Ohio.
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For Fat Men Only
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.

This is a tip l give as it given
Right in the thick of the with the
Right in the thick of the with everything sizzling hot
And all of looking crimson like cooked
When slowly dress in the morning and reach for collar
Don't button it in the back front will
The collar will where looking feeling
And there be tOrturing button abong your spine.
This the tip was given and along lore
To all of husky brothers, with necks
Try it, and all of the buttons that pain
VIII land in back of the dresser again.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-19
II

Gentleman to see you Num-"
"A gentleman to see me, Janet ?"
asked Miss Weston, In surprise
How strange!"
A caller OF any sort was indeed a
rarity at The Gables
Miss Weston rose from her chair.
She was trying to persuade herself
that II could not possibly be Duttou
who had come to Penthorn Road after
all these years. Although she had
hoped for his coming every morning
II suddenly seemed to her that this
was altogether too much TO hope for.
She went downstairs slowly holding
tightly on to the banisters and steel
ing herself TO meet disappointment.
But It was Dutton who awaited her
in the room below-Dutton, far bet
ter dressed than when she had seen
him last and now holding himself
with a resolute bearing.
Harry" she exclaimed, holding out
both her hands to him. so you've
come back? | knew you would
knew you would"
II had to come back" he said slow
ly Il wanted to see you just once
more before l went abroad again"
Abroad again." she echoed family
What's the good OF my stopping In
England" he asked There's moth
ing to keep me here. Abroad ! shall
do better | did not do wen when !
was there before. but that was be
cause / had nothing to work for. ]
| had lost you. and"
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-19
CHILDLESS
WOMEN

These women, once childless, now hap
py and physically well, with healthy
children, viii tell how Lydia +, Pink
hams Vegetable Compound made all
this possible Here are the names and
correct addresses write them If you
want to, and learn for yourself They
are only a few out OF many thousands
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Herself Again.


The girl instantly responded TO the
best treatment for all superficial ner-
vous troubes-a sharp. incisive voice,
She opened her eyes, and with won
dering, startled look.
you are holding something from
me-" he charged swiftly. What hap
pened on the boat that changed your
manner? What worried you when the
Duke drove ahead? l saw 1t again when
he closed that door What is it,"
He felt her SILVER and her eyes. avoid
ing his roamed wildly about the room.
"Oh, If ! could only-if l were only
sure l could trust you!'
Instantly she got the best answer in
the world-the quick, unconscious set
ting Of a mans muscles under the sting
Of insult 1t was gone in a breath, but
she felt and recognized it with joy.
TOO late for doubts now" he said
crisply as if the affront were of no i'm
portance in the face Of graver things.
Your brothers life is at stake! We
must stick together-you and l! It's
your only chance How can l help you
unless l know everything? Don't you
see that I am fighting in the dark
that / am up against a solid wall Of
mystery and this may be the key
Never mind what you think or fear
this is the time you've got to trust mel"
The girl was breathing quickly.
You couldn't" she began brokenly,
and then. her voice rising. "Oh. l do
believe in you In my heart have
trusted you from the first It's my
now She paused a moment and drew
a deep breath as he stared at her
blankly She gazed fun into his face
as if to watch for the slightest be-
traying tremor.
The locket is gone"
The look Of utter. dizzy amazement
that came over his face was proof
enough OF his innocence. L hardly
needed his mechanical:
"Gone-where?"
Il don't know" she cried miserably
"But-when did You miss it,
Three days ago-on tn steamer"
And YOU have no idea now who has
the plan that was in the loCket2"
His tone was high and accusing, and
she kept her eyes away from his
Il suspect, OF course" she admitted
feebly. but I can't be sure L"
Your Highness," he broke in triumph
antly. i've got the first trail Of the
spook that's haunting your castle. Rus
~. the horses,"
Yes. sab; yes, sah.' came the servi-
tors voice from the yard
Quick now we've got no time TO
lose
He was buttOHng sSis coat as he
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spoke, and now he picked up his hat.
"You think" began the Princess, a
little uncertainty.
"I think your cousin has not gone to
Madrid Time is everything now. I
shall start at once and you must rest
here until you get the signal"
Your overcoat," she reminded him as
he made for the door. IT'S upstairs"
Never mind that"
You'll need it," she insisted. It's
cold. Nita-Nita! wait-Tll get It,"
Before he could protest she ran light
ly up the stairs. With a warm glow
on him that no overcoat could have
produced, Jarvis followed her halfway
up.
As he did so, the figure Of a man
bIotted out the moonlight that fell In
the doorway A man mufhed In a big
cloak stepped Just inside, his right arm
carried rlgdly at his side. From this
position he could command the foot Of
the stairs, but could not be seen from
the stairway Itself.
The Princess appeared at the top with
the coat on her arm.
Don't come down-Tn get 1t"
You are sure you know the way"
she asked, TREMENDOUSLY, as he relieved
her
North road, second turn TO the
right"
YES. that takes you to the postern
gate"
Thank you
But still he fingered, though he had
in a long look. Both coIored and looked
away. With swift movement she took
something OFF her neck and threw II
about his shoulders,
This little cross and chain" she said
softly Wear 1t tonight for me, my
knight"
He gained possession of the hand for
a moment.
"Only for Tonight" he whispered.
You may never see tomorrow"
Something seemed TO interfere with
the workings of Jarvis throat.
az never see o-morrow''-hls voice
sounded 20 his own ears like a strang-
er's and there was the beating of a
whole drum corps In his ears-'you will
forgive me for telling you that love
you! Don't-don't rebuke me tonight.
Wait until to -morrow-f tomorrow ever
comes" He smiled and her eyes
dropped before the light In his. TO
night your humble vassaI goes forth In
his Isdys cause. While all Segura waits
ghost and ghost breaker shall stalk the
halls"
He stopped and swiftly kissed her
hand.
Your Highness. you will see the light
in the tower inside an hour"
A Fight in the Dark.
God be with you. my knight" she
prayed softly-and was gone.
He waited until the last sound OF her
footsteps had died and door closed in
the distance Then his pulses leaping
wildly. he turned and made one step
down the stairs-and stopped.
A poet once asked. and left unan-
swered, Upon what may life depend"
In this instance Warren Jarvis life
hung on the slender chance that he
would wait until he could not longer
hear the sound Of his lady-love's foot
steps Light as they were they would
have distracted his mind so that he
would never have caught the faint but
keen metallic click that was as clear as
the spoken word to a man born in a
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An Old Maids Romance
He stopped for a moment.
ToDAY's COMPLETE SHORT STORY.

He stopped for a moment.
You thought you had lost me,
amended Miss Weston softly.
! II knocked about a bit over
/ there" he went on. A rolling stone,
/ you know. Then I had a whim TO
come back to England. Its no
good Disgusting 1T was on the
downward path. I'd lost interest in
I things-worse, I'd lost interest in my
self And then one day l met you
ia the street. You remember The
man you remembered as Harry Dut-
ton was dead them he said, and in
his place there was a mere shiftless
ne'er- do well. felt utterly ashamed
to find your eyes on me. I saw you
still believed in me, long after | had
lost faith or belief in myself And
and I resolved to try again TO live my
life straight"
And now"
For close on a year-ever since
that day-Tve struggled. l think I've
left the wastrel behind. I'm trying
lard to be the man you thought me to
be, and ] think I'm succeeding"
And you've come back at last?'
Yes, | wanted to see you again, not
as / was that day you met me, but
as / am now. / wanted to win back
4 little OF your respect"
"And-and you're going abroad
again ?"
quite soon. I've no ties, no wife
1r family"
There's me-" pointed out Miss
Weston, with unprecedented holiness.
Have you forgotten me-"
YOU he said in amazement. You
don't mean"
i've waited all these years for you
to come back to me-" she replied
steadily. We were parted by Ill
chance but I was loyal to the memory
Of you, for I knew you'd return one
1ay!"
And l." he said, have been true
to you in word and deed, because all
my love was with you. Other wom-
en"-he dismissed them with a gesture.
You were always the only woman
IN my thoughts"
81 knew It," she said simply, and
told him how mischanCe had led their
paths apart those many years ago.
"Ah, If the past could but come
back again" he said IF l only were
youngerl But now | can not ask you
to marry me. I'm getting old, I'm
poor And you-you're rich, / sup
pose. and you haven't altered in the
least.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-19
The Most Exciting Serial
of the Year.
SERlALIZED
By J. w. McCONAUGHY
Copyright. 1913, by Star Coz
TO-DAY'S INSTALLMENT.

The girl drew herself up. 'Neverthe-
less. Mr., Warren, in spite Of prudence,
wisdom or death itself. shall go to my
brother tonight"
There was a little pause; he looked
down at the floor and thought swiftly.
Very well" he said at last II yield
TO the force Of your determination. You
shall go to-night-but 1 insist on one
concession"
What is that?"
You must let me go ahead and look
over the ground. I will signal you when
II is safe to follow"
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Her Story.



Gently she smiled dissent.
But I have something to tell you"
she said. Uncle George left me all
his money, but he left this house to
you. Nine years ago he died, and
we inquired about you everywhere.
We advertised in the papers, too, but
could get no tidlngs Of you"
Nine years ago" he answered. 81
was up-country. then. / stayed up
country three years. That was why
was undiscovered
well, nine years rent is yours"
she told him. I've been keeping 1t
for you waiting for you to come back.
So you see. you're not quite so poor
as you thought"
And rot quite so rich as I'd like
to be-" he sighed. I'D like to be rich
enough to"
He paused.
"To WHAT" querIed Miss Weston,
anxiously. Surely you're not going
to balance riches against happiness?"
I've got my pride" he said, stub
| bornly.
And you've got your house" she
said. And I'm going to move out Of
| 1t at once. You must come and live
| In your own house"
mo, no." he replied, uncomfortably.
and added, artfully, thought after all
these years it'll break my heart to
! leave IT,"
| "Then-then let me continue as
| your-your landlord. The house is
| far too big for me"
Il won't stay on as your tenant a
| day longer" she said. And it's going
/ to break my heart to go. Can't you
see what what I'm trying to make
Clear?"
NO" he said In perplexity, II
can't And yet-but no. I'm too poor
and ashamed to ask you to marry
me"
Rubbish" retorted Miss Weston
with the most asperity she had ever
been known to show. Either you're
| going to break my heart by making
me leave the old house or else you're
going to let me stop on as your wife.
Which is II to be-"
Her unwonted hrlskness gave way
and she took a faltering step toward
him
Harry after all these years"
she qUavered.
My little sweetheart" he whis-
| perod. and both he and she forgot
that youth had left them
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The Signal.

The Signal.
But how can you signal?"
with a light" He crossed to the
window and studied the forbidding
mass OF the castle for few moments.
"A light in one Of those higher tow
ers. You can see It from here. You
won't have long to wait" he added
earnestly. 1T will shine within an
hour"
'But''-the girls voice faltered-"but
fit does not shine?"
He smiled upon her. lightly but ten
Derby
We'll" he drawled. whimsically,
then I'll be too busy swapping lead
for birthstone with Mr.. Spook to stop
and hang a lantern. 7 had expected"
he went on seriously that your cousin
would remain here with you, and 1 can
not understand why he should desert
you at such a crisis"
She broke off abruptly and bit her
lip, looking down at the floor
The Princess looked stern. Nor can
UNLESS
'Unless-what?" he inquired slowly
after an uncomfortable silence.
The girl made a sudden gesture OF
despair. "Oh. If l only knewl" she
| cried. '1f / only knew! I'm so CON
fused-Tm at my wits end! My mind
I can't Think
She pressed both hands to her head
and staggered as she moved toward
a seat The next instant Jarvis was
supporting her, both hands in his. and
! gazing intently into her face. Little
| quivers that were not all of love were
cling up her spine, and even as he
gazed into the waxed rose of the beau
| tiful face he felt an all but overpower-
| ing desire to look over his shoulder,
| Seventh sense, premonition. The psy-
| chologists-those tedious dissectors-
are still squabbling over the terminol-
ogy but young Jarvis felt the realness
Of the sensation. The sudden and
menaclng appearance of Robledo, the
| eerie palm reading OF the innkeeper' S
| girl, the inexplicable desertion of the
Duke-all these combined to give him
an unshakable and growing sense OF
! gathering danger And all about him
was the breathing still OF the mountain
night. like natures covering hush be-
fore the lash of the hurricane sweeps
1 the land
His voice and the grip on the little
hands grew tense,
You've got to think! Don't let go
now! Here-quick! Get hold of your
selfr'
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81 Counting Death 81

Take the train from Care st. Lazare,
at 11:05. Get out at 11:45 at Point
du Jour, or, better still. at Grenelle.
Then walk slowly back and forth
along the old Notifications, and If you
return to Maison Blanche alive I
shall apologize to you in the presence
of our friends here"
Il understand; and. to tempt the
apaches there to carry out their coup
to the satisfaction of everybody, 1
shall fill my pockets with gold"
Il should not advise you to do that"
said Chamus brutally IF the booty
is too rich 1t may tempt those fell
lows to attack peaceful people who
are not passing the place simply be-
cause they are tired of living. I ad-
wise you to pay the fellows who do
You the favor of taking your life the
exact amount at which you value your
life no more and no less. In that
way you will not be robbing your
heirs"
Many Thanks.
81 thank you, sir. If everybody were
like you l should not be disguised
with life. I shall follow your advice
and keep in my pocket no more than
the amount at which value my life"
/ thought no more Of the matter
but when 1 opened my paper the next
morning l was shocked to read the
following paragraph:
In the small hours of the morning
a police patrol between GreneHe and
Vanguard found the body of a man
who had been murdered by apaches
with lassO close to the Notifications.
He was stylishly dressed and was
easily identified for in his left shoe
was found the following note
The Lord did me a poor favor
when he let me be born into this
world. At last I see an opportunity
to get rid Of my life without commit
ting suicide, and l make use of it I'M
hesitatingly. They will murder. but,
not rob me, for / have given the
driver who drove me to the station all
/ my valuables, keeping exactly ten
sous to pay for my ticket to Grenelle.
Low as was the valuation NJ. Chamus
placed on my life, I value it even
lower myself, for my murderers will
kill me for the value 1 put on my life
nothing"