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Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-04-15
P|MPLES BURNED
.ITCHED AND PANIED
Festered and Came to Head. Could
No: Rest. Used Cuticura Soap and
Ointment. Now Face is Clear.

1926 Spruce Ave, Altoona. Pa-"My
face first broke out in little red pimples
which caused such pain. They festered and
Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-04-15
HOW TO sYsrEMATIzE THE
TOILET.

So often women write me that thea
haven't the time for facial massage, ply
sical culture or the daily care necessary
to keep a woman we'll and in the pink OF
perfection. I would like to tell such wo-
men what some Of my pupils accomplish
under the strain and stress of a business
or professional life, of women successful
in business. who keep old age at bay be-
cause they believe that to do 30 is a dis
tnct business asset
The successful business woman is ant
to be early at her desk; she has no time
Tor morning prinking AS one young wo-
man puts It: ''I am practically dressed for
the day before go to bed at night" To
do this the evening toilet must be an
elaborate one, but, II IL is systematized
and everything is at hand, 1t need not
take over an hour. This may seem con-
siderable to the young office girl who
comes in late from party with only Q
few hours beauty sleep between her and
the alarm clocks insistent ringing, but
as the years go by she will realize that
the time Is we'll spent and regret that
she did not begin sooner. An older wo-
man should supplement this care with n
weekly visit to a good beauty parlor, ono
week for shampoo and scalp massage,
facial massage and manicure the follow.
ing week. and SO on.
The Night Toilet.
The busy woman should take her warm
cleansing bath at night. Before getting
into the tub, however. she should let
down her hair, brush 1t thoroughly and
pin 1t lightly so as to escape the water.
She should clean her face and neck thor.
oughly with good cleansing cream and
then pat on a considerable amount of
massage cream which she leaves on the
face during the bath.
rho soapy bath. according to my be-
lief, should not touch the face; the nails
of the toes and hands and knees and
elbows should be we'll scrubbed with a
flesh brush, the skin well washed and
afterwards we'll rinsed with clean water
by means Of a bath spray. Sweet smell
ing taicum powder is always pleasant
after warm bath. but the skin should
be we'll dried before the powder is ap-
piled. There is no advantage, healthfui
or beautifying. in staying in the hot.
soapy water and bathing and drying
should not occupy more than ten min.
utes.
Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-04-15
Young Woman Patient at
White Pine Drops Dead
Special to The TeLeerath

Waynesboro, Pa, April 15.-While
waiting at the Mont Alto station Sat
urday afternoon for a train that was
Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-04-15
MISS GlLkEY

Il wrote you last September
and descr bed the condition of
my daughter at that time"
writes Mrs. Laura GIkep. Of
Alamo. Ind. She wss then O
nervous wreck, so weak she
could scarcely stand alone, suf-
fering from stomach, liver, kid
ney and womanly troubles and
weighing only rs pounds. 1t
seemed that there was nothing
for her but the grave. She be-
gan taking Favorite Prescrip-
ton and Pleasant Pellets at
my first writing. Has taken
each as prescribed, and today
is the picture of health. She
now weishs l25 pounds-a gain
Of just so pounds. Her recov-
cry Is a miracle to the people
of this place as her getting
well was never thought Of"
Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-04-15
No Woman
Has the
Right to
SUFFER-!

when she can obtain
relief safely, certain
ly and promptly.
Suppose you do have
headaches, back
aches, extreme nerv.
business, low-spirits
and general good
for-nothing feelings
at times? Your case
is not hopeless.
These symptoms are
evidence that the
delicate organism Of
the feminine body
has become out of
order and needs the
help Natures rene
dies can bestow.
Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-04-15

Bowman's sell May Manton Patterns.
The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1914-12-08
CHAPTER v.
The Hunted Man,


That day was hot and wfhdless with
ian unclouded sky-a day of brass and
burning.
Long before any sound audible to
human ears disturbed the MONDAY
hush, a bobcat summing on a log in a
glade to which no trail led, pricked
ears, rose, glanced over shoulder with
a snarl and-of q sudden was no more
there
Perhaps two minutes later a success
sion Of remote crashings began to be
heard, cumulative volume of sounds
made by some heavy body forcing by
main strength through the underbrush,
and ceased only when a man broke
into the clearing, pulled up, stood for
an instant swaying, then reeled to a
seat on the log, pillowing his head on
arms folded across his knees and shud-
dering uncontrollably in all his limbs.
He was young man who had been
and would again be very reasonable.
Just now he wore the look of one
hounded by furies. His face was GRIM
son with congested blood and streaked
with sweat and CRIME; blush veins
throbbed in high relief upon his tenn
pies; his lips were cracked and swol-
len, his eyes haggard, his hands torn
and bleeding His shirt and trousers
and Cruisers" were wrecks, the latter
scorched, charred. and broken In a
dozen places. Woods equipment he
The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1914-12-08
Early Views of Suez.

The governments notification that
enemy ships are not to be allowed to
shelter in the SueZ canal reminGs us
Of the strange views as to the military
future of the canal entertained by
those who opposed its construction.
Lord Palmerston insisted that it's OBJ
vious purpose was "the barring of the
passage along the coast of the Med
iterranean to any Turkish army which
might be employed to restore the en-
pire of the sultan, by opening great
military canal 300 feet broad and 30
feet deep, laid with batteries" AS a
commercial enterprise, he pronounced
the scheme "a mere bubble" But in
this prophecy he was not singular. The
Times in 1859 wrote of ''the suspicious
project of the impracticable Suez
canal" and Disraei, who was after
wards to buy the canal shares, called
it "a most futile idea, totally impos-
sible to be carried out. London Daily
Chronicle.
The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1914-12-08
Skipper's New Title

AS rule shippers, outside the
three-mile limit, manage to show in
some way or other that they are SOW
ereigns of the deep, carrying out the
ancient saying that a captain is the
king Of his ship" There was one
exclusive captain sailing out of San
Francisco who not only had his own
steamer chair, but made known the
fact that it was his chair and his
alone by having painted across the
back the words Captain only
The day after the vessel sailed on
a particular voyage one of the pas
sengers happened to seat himself in
the shippers deck chair and was i'm
mediately told by a steward that the
chair was for the comfort of none
but the captain. The passenger arose,
and having circled the deck several
times, saw the skipper reclining in the
chair.
He strolled leisurely over
Good morning, Captain Only" he
said, with a mock salute, and passed
on.
The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1914-12-08
WARS HORRIBLE SIDE
WHEN 1T is BROUGHT HOME TO
AVERAGE CITIZEN.
Never Anything But FrightfuI Night
mare to the Man Who Has Reia-
tives or Friends In the Line
of Battle.

You live on certain street. in a
certain place, and war comes. Your
neighbours son John enlists; and so
do your own son and the son of the
man two houses beyond yours. They
go to war. Presently they bring back
your son with a leg gone or an arm.
Presently a brief "Your son has
fallen!" comes from the war office to
your neighbor. Presently in your
newspaper there stares from long
list of dead or wounded the name OF
the pride of the house two doors be-
yond. You get that. 1t is real, vital,
personal.
Or these boys march up the street
carrying guns, arrayed for war. Some
of the enemy appear from around a
corner. Firing begins. There is fierce
fighting. When it Is over these boys
of yours are lying in the road or in
the adjoining field, some dead, some
wounded-and you know what that
means.
From hundreds Of other streets like
yours hundreds of sons of other moth
ers march away. They go to battle.
You read uncomprehendingly in the
official dispatches that the center adj
yanced or the left wing was repulsed.
You read that there was sharp en-
gagement at some place, daring as
sault at another; that the troops are
intrenched; that the great thanking
movement has succeeded or has failed.
You read these things, and then what?
Nothing. 1t means little.
The battle line is 200 miles long;
but on every foot of it there is the
son John of somebody's neighbor, the
husband of the woman up some street,
the child of some mother-millions Of
them; and they are being wounded
and killed because It is their part to
be wounded and killed in order that a
certain contention may prevail over a
certain other contention-both of
which will seem absurd in a few years
or that a certain ambition may sur
mount certain other ambition, Meth
er of which ambitions will be reck-
oned, in the long run, as worthy Of
civilized consideration. We have re-
verted to the primitive. The humane
in us has been subjugated by the ne
cessities of the state.-Samuel G..
Blythe, in the Saturday Evening Post.
The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1914-12-08
CHAPTER vi.
Disclosures.


In little corner Office, soberly fur
nished, on the topmost floor of one of
lower Manhattan's Hottest off1ce-tow-
ers, a little mouse-brown man sat over
big mahogany desk; a little man Of
big affairs, sole steward of one of
Americas most formidable fortunes.
Precisely at eleven minutes past
noon Cor at the identical instant chos-
en- by Alan Law to catapult over the
edge of cliF - northern Maine) the
muted signal of the little mans desk
telephone clicked and, eagerly lifting
receiver to ear, he nodded with smile
and said in accents of some relief:
Ask her to come in at once, please"
Jumping up, he placed chair in in
innate juxtaposition with his own;
and the door opened, and a young
woman entered.
The mouse-brown man bowed. Miss
Rose Trine?" he murmured with q
great deal Of Difference.
The young woman returned his bow
with show of perplexity: Mr.. Dig
by7"
you are kind to come in response
to my-ah-unconven invita-
tion," said the little man. Wont
you-ah-sit DOWN.
She said, Thank you." gravely, and
took the chair he indicated. And Mr.
Dtgby, with an admiration he made no
effort to conceal, examined the fair
face turned so candidly to him.
''It Is quite comprehensive" he said
difndently-"if you will permit me to
say so-now that one sees you, Miss
Trine, 1t Is quite comprehensive why
my employer toward you as
he does"
The girl flushed. 'Mr Law has told
your
II have the honor to be his nearest
The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1914-12-08

bers of life in that wasted and move
less frame.
An impish malice glimmered in his
sunken eyes as he kept her waiting
upon his pleasure. And when at length
he decided to speak, it was with a ring
sonorous voice Of his.
Rose" he said slcwly-"my daugh-
teri am told you have today been
guilty of an act Of disloyalty to me-
She said coolly: You had me spied
upon"
Naturally. with every reason to
question your loyalty, I had you
watched"
She waited a significant moment,
then dropped an impassive monosyl-
liable into the silence: "Well?"
You have visited the man Digby,
servant and friend Of the man hate
and you love-"
She said, without expression: Eyes. -
Repeat what passed between you. .
81 shall not, but on one condition"
"And that is?"
Tell me first whether it was you
who sent the rose to Alan Law-and
more, where Judith has been during
the last fortnight"
81 shall tell you nothing, my child.
Repeat"-the resonant voice rang with
inf1exible purpose-"repeat what the
man Digby told you!"
The girl was silent. He endured her
stare for long minute, spark OF
rage kindling to flame the evil old eyes.
Then his one living member that
had power to serve his iron Will, a
hand like the claw Of bird Of prey,
moved toward row Of buttons sunk
In the writing-bed of his desk.
II warn you 1 have ways to make
you speak"
With a quick movement the girl
bent over and prisoned the bony wrist
in her strong fingers. With her other
hand, at the same time, she whipped
open an upper drawer Of the desk and
took from it a revolver which she
placed at safe distance.
ITO the contrary" she said quietly,
"you will remember that the time has
passed when you could have me pun
ished for disobedience. You will call
nobody: If interrupted, shan't hest
tate to defend myself. And now"-lay-
ing hold of the back of his chair, she
! moved it some distance from the desk
you may as we'll be quiet while
find for myself what wish to know
For moment he watched in silence
as she bent over the desk, rummaging
it's drawers. Then with an infuriated
gesture of his left hand, he began to
curse her.
She shuddered a little as the black
oaths blistered his thin old lips, dedi-
eating her and all she loved to sin,
infamy and sorrow; but nothing could
stay her In her purpose. He was
breathless and exhausted when she
Strengthened up with an exclamation
of satisfaction. studied intently for q
moment a sheaf Of papers, and thrust
them hastily into her handbag, togeth-
er with the revolver.
Then touching the push-button
which released a secret and little-used
door, without backward glance she
slipped from the room and, closing the
door securely, within another minute
had made her way unseen from the
house.
The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1914-12-08
Broken Specter.

An interesting example Of the Brock
en- Specter was recently described by
Sir Thomas Holdich at meeting Of the
Royal Geographical society. 1t ap-
pears that there is a mountain called
Omi on the borders of China and
Tibet, where it was claimed that the
devout worshiper might occasionally
see, from the summit, the image of his
great teacher Buddha approaching the
mountain This belief was recorded
as a mere IDLE superstition by ex-
plorers, until one of the latter hap
pened to ascend the mountain under
suitable atmospheric conditions and
saw his own, apparently colossal,
shadow cast by the sun upon bank
of fog; in short, the well-known
Specter Of the Brocken.-Scientific
American.
The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1914-12-08

than TO explore this pocket domain.
He Toasted famously again at noon;
whiled away several hours vainly whip
ping the pools with rod and tackle
found in the camp, for trout that he
really didn't hope would rise beneath
that blazing sun; and toward three
O'Clock lounged back to his aromatic
couch for nap.
The westering sun had thrown a
deep, cool shadow across the cove
when he was awakened by Emporium
ate hands and voice Of magic.
Rose Trine was kneeling beside him,
clutching his shoulders, calling on him
by name-distracted by an inexplica-
BILE anxiety.
He wasted no time discriminating
between dream and reality, but gath
cred both into his arms. And for a
moment she rested there unresisting,
sobbing quietly.
What Is it? What Is it, dearest?"
he questioned, kissing her tears away.
ITO find you all right. !
was SO afraid" she cried brokenly.
"Of what? Wasn't / all right when
you left me here this morning?"
She disengaged with an effort, rose,
and looked down strangely at him.
Il did not leave you here this morn
ing, Alan. l wasn't here"
That brought him to his own feet
in a jiffy. you were not!" he STAN
mered Then who-?'
Judith" she stated with conviction.
stand"
The girl shook her head "Yet !
know: Judith was here until this
The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1914-12-08
CHAPTER VIII.
The Incredible Thing.


Broad daylight, the top Of morn
ing as rare as ever broke upon the
north country: Alan Law opening be
wildered eyes to realize the substance
of a dream come true.
True it proved itself, at least, il
part. He lay between blankets upon g
couch Of balsam fans, in a corner Of
somebody's camp-a log structure
weather-proof, rudely but adequately
furnished. His clothing, rough-drie6
but neatly mended, lay upon chair
at his side.
He rose and dressed in haste, al
once exulting in his sense of complete
rest and renewed well-being, a prey
to hints Of an extraordinary appetite
and provoked by signs that seemed tC
bear out the weirdest flights of his de
lrious fancies.
There were apparently indisputable
evidences of woman's recent pres
ence in the camp: blankets neatly
folded upon a second bed of aromatic
balsam in the farther corner; an effect
of orderliness not common with
guides; pair Of dainty buckskin
gauntlets depending from a nail in the
wall; and-he stood staring witlessly
at it for more than a minute-in an
old preserve jar on the table, a single
rose. warm and red, dew upon its
petalsi
There was also fire IN the cook
stove, with plentiful display OF
things to cook; but despite his hunger
Alan didn't stop for that, but rushed
to the door and threw it open and him.
self out into the sunshine, only to
pause, dashed, chagrined, mystified.
There was no other living thing In
sight but loon that sported far up
the river and saluted him with a
shrek Of mocking laughter.
The place was q cleft In the hills,
a table Of level land some few acres
in area, bounded on one hand. be-
meath the cliff from which lie had
dropped, by a rushing river fat with
recent rains on the other by a second
cliff Of equal height. Upstream the
water curved round the shoulder of a
towering hill, downstream the cliffs
closed upon it until 1t roared through
q narrow gorge.
Near the camp, upon a strip of
shelving beach that bordered the river
where 1t widened into q deep, darn
pool, two canoes were drawn up, bot
toms to the sun. Dense thickets Of
pines. oaks, and balsams hedged IN
the clearing.
He was, 1t seemed, to be left severe
" to himself, that day; when he had
cooked and made way with an enor-
nous breakfast, Alan found nothing
better to do till time for luncheon
The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1914-12-08

the canoe stared along the sights,
then lowered her weapon and, turn
ing, spoke indistinguishably to the
guide, who instantly began to ply a
brisk paddle.
The canoe sped on, vanished swiftly
round bend.
After a long time, Alan voiced his
unmitigated amazement:
'Why-in the name of heavenI
Why"
The girl said DULY: Don't you
know?" And when he shook his head.
"Her guide told mine you had saved
her life on the dam at Spirit Lake.
Now do you see?"
His countenance was blank with
wonder: "Gratitude?"
Rose smiled YEARLY: mot graft
tude alone. but something more ter
rible. She rose and held
out her hand. mot that / can blame
her. But come; IL we strike
through here we will, think, pick UP
a trail that will bring US to Black
Beaver settlement by dark"
The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1914-12-08

Welter.
morning. I tell you I know saw
her only q few hours ago. She passed
US in a canoe with one of her guides,
while we watched In hiding on the
banks. Not that alone, but another of
| her guides told mine she was here
with you. She had sent him to South
Portage for quinine. He stopped
there to get drunk-and that's how
my guide managed to worm the infor.
nation from him."
Alan passed a hand across his eyes.
II don't understand" he said DULY.
1T doesn't seem possible she
could"
Of rifle from a considerable distance
upstream, echoed and re-echoed by the
| cliffs. And at this, clutching fran
| tically at his arm, the girl drew him
| through the door and down toward the
| river.
"Oh, come, comet" she cried wild
ly. There's no time!"
"But, why? What was that?"
Judith is returning. / left my
| guide up the trail to signal us. Don't
you know what it means if we don't
manage to escape before she gets
| here?"
But how?"
According to the guide the rivers
the only way other than the TRAIL
''The current is too strong. They
could follow-pot us at leisure from
the banks"
''But downstream-the current with
US
Those rapids?''
1--WE must shoot them!"
"Can it be done?"
cit must bel"
Two more shots put a period to
his doubts and drove it home. He
offered no further objection, but
turned at once to launch one of the
canoes.
AS soon as 1t was in the water, Rose
took her place in the bow, paddle in
hand, and Alan was about to step in
astern when fourth shot sounded
and bullet kicked up turf within a
dozen feet A glance discovered two
figures debouching into the clearing.
He dropped into place and, planting
paddle III shadows, sent the canoe
well out with a vigorous thrust
Two strokes took 1t to the middle
Of the pool where Immediately the
current caught the little craft in it's
urgent grasp and sped 1t smoothly
through more narrow and higher
banks. A moment more and the
mouth of the gorge was yawning for
them.
With the clean balance of an ex-
perienced canoeman, Alan rose to his
feet for an instantaneous reconnois-
sance both forward and astern. He
looked back first, and groaned in his
heart to see the sharp Prov Of the
second canoe glide out from the
banks. He looked ahead and groaned
aloud. The rapids were wilderness
Of shouting waters, white and green,
worse than anything he had antici-
pated or ever dreamed of.