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and Mr.. and Mrs. Beekman of Brook
lyn.
Prof. f. w. Lawrence returned to
his summer home, Twin Pines, Satur-
day. He was accompanied by his
brother and wife, Mr.. and Mrs. \. \.
Lawrence of East Orange, N. j.
OF those who lost their homes in
the fire Monday the Darlings have
found shelter ut George Curtis s, the
Iohnsons at George Smiths home, and
the Bavbrook s at L. n. Magoon s.
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PERSONAL.

James Houlihan of Rutland is visit
ing friends in town a few days.
Mrs. Francis Spencer, who had beer
visiting her parents, Mr.. and Mrs.
George Fuller, returned to her home in
Springfield, Mass, this morning.
Charles f. Glidden and Appleton
Miles, who went to Baltimore by boat
from Boston last week, returned Tues
day, accompanied by Mr.. Glidden !
daughter, Mrs. Elizabeth McGrevy
who will remain at the Glidden farm
through the summer.
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Some talk is but muttering before tn
storm
The Brattleboro daily reformer. (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1913-1955, 1915-07-21
The Smiling Corn.

Observe the sturdy stalks of corn,
Watch them awhile.
They catch the spirit of the morn
And seem to smile.
The cornstalks seem to smile all day,
Diffusing cheer.
In fact, they smile, as one might say,
From ear to ear.
Louisville Courier Journal
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great variety of style garment perfect goods all
display in of show windows None sold until Friday
morning This is a remarkable bargain that will estab
1sh record low price selling for complete line of
undermusins
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Indignant Customer = Barber, why
did you drop that towel on my facet
Barber-Because it was hot, sir.
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Hopeless.

He'll trust to time to make you
love me.
She-But just think of falling in
love with you years after I had lost
ell interest in you! Impossibie!--
Life
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SCI u. =
Spaw6broser looked at Dorr curiously
when he asked whether q man had
been IN TO dispose OF IAN ddeE
s THAT thing seems to be; wanted pref
TT much heremarked. But I bought
stt:in good faith and :soldsit to al Hindus
4 little while after for a rug. Mayb
youswuud hketto buy la1rugT''' ..}s
Theysmade itsplatn1 that rugs did not
interest thenfsand sdepart dQwith3 tho
pDok satisfaction of knowing that the
Soh1eetsof their search was in the hands;
Of an unknown wandering peddler of
rugs, who Was presumably an East In.
dian . - ,...-rss.., III .. H.. u
We can't do any moreejust now,"
John told Ruth. =tss.. =: -;
NO." was the response. But l am
going to- keep an eye out for Hindu
rug seller. l don't imagine there are
very many of them here, so it ought to-
be an easy matter to pick him up"
Al they, walked back to the hotel
RutinG grew more cheerful. AT any
srates WilkefsanaandsMEss Darnell MISC
ed it, sias remarked -
II never understood just why that
woman mixed herself up in this" John
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looked into his eyes and called upon
him to save them, as his prophet had
said he was able.
Thus, with the folk believing on the
god of his vision, the prophet prayed
also to the spirit Of the deity, and the
rains came from the hills, and the riv-
err rose, and the earth grew green.
When they had been saved and their
stcmachs were full the people went
away and left the prophet alone with
his god and his deserted shrine.
Yet always in time Of trouble and
stress they remembered the god who
had saved them and returned to his
worship, so that in season other proph-
cts Of him arose and erected temple
and taught the people to bring Offer
ings at all times.
Thus the image became the image Of
the tutelary deity of the city and its
river, with other images to do him
homage and obey his commands.
Centuries passed, and the god still
maintained his place. His priesthood
prospered; his temple was never empty.
( And one day drunken sailor wan
dered into the temple to stare at the
heather wonders, and when he slipped
away the niche of the god was vacant.
HE has gone on Journey" said the
terrified priests and concealed the theft.
But the high priest sent several Of his
chosen acQlytes throughout the world
to seek for and recover the image.
"How shall we find him?" they asked.
by path of death and destruc-
tion," was the answer.
So they set out and found the sailor
who had stolen it dead in lane with
q knife between his shoulders. And
his murderer they discovered in Chi
nese seaport gaping horribly at the
sky, with rope twisted tightly about
his neck
So the image passed from hand to
hand, always bringing with it death,
until some sailor hid it in his chest,
and when he had been washed over
side in storm and his effects were
distributed a captain bought the idol
for curio. w.. Fl
It WASH his chest that Thomas Gal
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lean city he dreamed that his god ap-
peared to him and spoke of death and
destruction yet to follow. commanding
him to start instantly for the east.
The next day. while Dorr was seek
ing for a Hindu selling rugs and Will
kerson was shadoWing him the new
possessor of the idol was Fastening to
San Francisco to take steamer for In
Ola and the city by the river.
The image was concealed with all
reverence in his bundle of rugs, and he
moved cautiously. because of the
dream.
Strange destiny that centered old
Tom Gallons plans for his daughters
happiness, DORIS dreams of love, Jean
Darnell's lust for wealth and Harry
Wilkerson's passion for a woman with
out heart in the possession of a gro
lesque image made by dreamer in
farof India centuries before when il
city died and river waned within its
bed.
Continued next Friday
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ONLY ONE
The Record in Bemidji Is a Unique
One.

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this. Here is case of it:
Mrs. D. c. Miller, 3131& Second St.,
Bemidji, says: II don't know what
brought on the complaint I had un-
less it was hard work. I had back
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The trouble bothered me day and
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robbed me Of energy and was
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when I feel signs Of kidney conf
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Price soc, at all dealers. Don't
simply ask for kidney remedy-get
Doan's Kidney Pills-the same that
Mrs. Miller had. FosterMilburn
Co., Props, Buffalo. N. Y.
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there are millions in gold hidden in
the Master Key mine, and the plans
are concealed in that image
when will you have them?'' she
cried, trying to fight against the mans
evil power.
'"Tomorrow,"' he returned.
Even if Dorr and Ruth
He nodded gravely. She read the
message in his eyes and shuddered.
Wilkerson laughed. He had won. He
had conquered not only the. woman in
that moment, but himself.
He was ready to do murder deliber-
ately, without qualm. There had
been born in him another physical
thirst-the blood lust.
He left Immediately without uncov-
ering his plans. He knew that the
final victory would not be- won until
he could fill Jean Darnell's soft and
avaricious palms with glittering gold,
heaps of gold, gold that ran over, that
spilled in luxuriant streams over her
clutching fingers; gold that rang under
her feet, that mounted like an envel-
oping< flood about her till her flesh was
batheds in it. @' r is T. ,ua ...,.r..
That night he paced the floor of his
room. dreaming Of gold and Of blood.
The Bemidji daily pioneer. [volume] (Bemidji, Minn.) 1904-1971, 1915-04-23
HOW FRENCH PEOPLE
CURE STOMACH TROUBLE

A household remedy of the French
peasantry, consisting of pure vegetable
oil. and said to possess wonderful merit
in the treatment of stomach, liver and
intestinal troubles, has been introduced
in this country by George H. Mayr, who
for twenty years has been one of the
leading downtown druggists of Chi
cago and who himself was cured by its
USE So quick and effective is it's action
that a single dose is usually enough to
bring pronounced relief in the most
stubborn cases, and manv people who
have tried it declare they never heard
of anything to produce such remarkable
results in SO short time. 1t is known
as Mayr's Wonderful Remedy and can
now be had at all leading drug stores.
It is sold with the positive understand
ing that your money will be refunded
without question or bubble if ONE
bottle fails to give you absolute salts
faction
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So the hext morning when John Dorr

j. & T. s
So the hext morning when John Dorr
Jared forth on his quest for the rug
peddler Harry. Wilkerson was not far
behind him, watching his every move,
studying him, trying to read what was
in his mind. And..all with the great
question before him:
Had John sDofr the idol?
While these two were seeking for
the strange image of an unknown god
there was third who had found in it
the goal of his life's toll. y .sr@ r..
When God conceals himself from u.s.
In time of stress and agony. when he.
has closed his brazen heavens and OUT
prayers die in the empty air it is hui
man to build for ourselves tangible
God, one whom we CAM see and feel,
into whose face we can look and be-
fore whose feet we can lay our Offer
ings and our petitions.
p In far city in India men had died
Of famine. The earth had turned to
iron under their plows and the heavens
to brass above them, 's%: -.
They had implored hundred gods
for help and made offerings at thou
sand shrines. There had been no re-
spouse. The smoke of the burning
CHATS by the side of the shrunken riv-
er told the sorry tale of prayer unan-
sWered.
And in their last misery men turned,
as men will, to one who dreamed. Re-
atty was death. Dreams held out the
promise of life.
And this dreamer, as do all who fol-
low vision, made his dream into a
god.
People listened to his tale of deity
who was merciful to listen and power
full to save. They fed on the dream
er's words and called him prophet.
Yet still the earth refused food, and
the river shrank within its bed. Then
they went to the prophet and called on
him to save them and to call his god
to their aid.
Like many prophets, he found him
self forced to materialize his dream in
order that the common folk might see
and believe, for he had taught them
that unless they believed there was no
salvation.
"How can we believe in a god whom
we cannot see?' they cried.
II believe, though l do not see nor
feel" he told them. But they were
not satisfied and menaced him with
death.
So he took metals and fire ana made
an image of his god and made a shrine
for it and set the image in the shrine,
where all might see and worship.
And the people prayed to this new
god and laid offerings at his feet and
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had picked it up and taken it to a
pawnshop and sold it,"
She stamped her foot.
"Where is it? What has it to do with
the plans?"
II don't know where it u.s." he re-
sponded. sullenly. "a Hindu rug ped
der bought it,
"And Dorr bought it from him?"
"Not yet" he said, risking the state
ment. "Now all have to do is to find
Mr.. Peddler and get it back"
Mrs. Darnell flung herself into a
chair and laughed Historically.
| "You mean to tell me Tom Gallon
hid his plans in a heather idol and
that we overlooked them and that a
rug peddler has them now?'
She leaned forward, clinching her
soft hands on her knees.
"Do you know all you have made
me go through, Harry? kidnapping.
theft, murder-yes, murder-and at the
end Of it all, when we neither Of us
dare breathe for fear of the police fin
ally getting us, you tell me that a
tramp has got what we want! I'm
done!'
Wilkerson had expected and feared
this. He saw his wild efforts going
for nothing. Without her assistance
and her money he was helpless.
And profounder even than his hatred
Of Dorr and his desire for the hidden
wealth was his agony at the thought
Of his failure to win this woman whom
| he loved.
| Love is noun which conveys to the
ordinary mortal no definite meaning
without an adjective. There is, indeed,
an essence of love, a complete and all
absorbing passion, before which even
the gods bow and against which the
world is poWerless Too often we
must describe it as lawless.
Yet it also exists when it evokes the
reverence of the most cynical. Will
kerson's love for Jean Darnell was the
very essence of his being.
| It had made a bravo of a coward
It had welded a dozen strands Of vi
ciousness, weakness, wickedness and
Righteousness into strong charac-
ter-strong only in it's relation to the
woman.
The past few weeks, with their wild
ness, risk, crime and continual plot
ting, had made the Harry Wilkerson
who was a weakling and sport of cir
cumstances into a personality who
must be dealt with.
| Jean Darnell realized something OF
this when he next spoke.
Cali this has been disappointing" he
said quietly, his eyes burning steadily
on hers. But the more disappoint-
ments I have to overcome the more
worth while it will make you"
"Quite an old time knight" she said
scornfully, but with an effort.
! II am going to get that IDOL" he
went on. 81 know just two things
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eyes. u i.
Nosplans!" muttered Wilhsrsonswith
q curse. s 95st.,sst y sE It
Only an idol!'' laughed Jean ins Wild
derision. 81. 5:3.s.
x Then her handsome face famed. with
wrath. She turned her back con-
temptuously on WilkerseR and stared
across the water at the launch which
was pursuing them. II IA. z.3
|, In the bitterness Of her heart was no
mingling; Of pity for her tool only self
contempt that she had depended on
him, helped him. -" +
When she could control: herself she
went forward: to get out Of sight of
the hooking heap Of rubbish that had
cost SO much.
Presently sailor made excuse, to
come aft and peered at the pile of
junk. The4idol caught his eyessand he
stealthily caught it, up and shidf its in
his shirt. H.
"Good in a pawnshop," he chuckleds
Thus, once more the plans OF the
mother lodesof the Master: Key mine
escaped from Wilkerson's f1lching fin
gers.
When the launch put into San Pedro
Mrs. Darnell did not wait for Wilker-
son.
I'm going to Los Angeles" she said.
you'll find me at the hOtel-if you
think it worth your while"
He looked up from his business of
settling with the divers and made a
gesture to detain her. He seemed to
call out some 1narticulate plea.
She merely smiled again and left.
She paid no attention to one of the
sailors who brushed by her, clutchine
a concealed, object beneath his, jacket
This individual, once clear of the wa.
ter front, quickly made his way to
a pawnbroker's shop, and the Idol
changed hands for small sum after
much haggling.
Before Wilkerson had settled with
the diver John DORIS launch also
made it's landing, and the tw0tenemies
would have met except that Wilkerso1
had to go to bank to cash a draft.
As he slipped away he saw the other
boat and laughed bitterly. Dorr was
welcome to what there was in the old
chest.
"There is just one thing to d." John
told the broken hearted Ruth, land
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M SS10 - a. S0lo 10 uuOSCys
said thoughtfully. "You must have
got some notion, Ruth. You were with
her some time.''
Eyes, have an idea," she responded
'I'm not sure of all the details, but
it seems Mrs. Darnell knew both IA
Their and Harry Wilkerson in the old
days and-and''-
'tAnd what?''
"Well," she went on, blushing divine
~, father didn't like Jean and
wouldn't have anything to do with her
nor allow me: to, either. She always
hated father after that" =
: 'Wilkerson is. certainly in love with
her." John said presently.
II think he Isl Ruth asserted. ''But
she doesn't care anything about him,
Pm sure. All she Is after is money"
Later I'M theseveningzas they discuss
ed the events Of the day John brought
up the subject Of Wilkersen's anxiety
for the papers again and. recalled the
fact that old Tom Gallon had, always
insisted on Wflkerson'sr knowledge of
something.
II wonder just what it. was" he went
on: IN" be- knows just where that
rich lode Is he's concealed his knowl-
edge pretty well, and the eagerness he
is showing to get hold Of the plans is
proof that he isn't sure.'
HE is spending lots of money" she
sighed. "How@ much longer can we
keep this up. John? Surely we are
broke again.
"Not SO long as good old Everett
sticks by u.s." was the response.
"But-maybe father was mistaken,
and we, can't pay it all backv'
"NOnsense!" he said reassuringly. II
can make the mine pay just as it
stands. Butt promised your father I'd
see that you got all your rights, and he
certainly meant for you, to have the
wealth hidden somewhere in the Mas
ter Key mine"
"And we've. lost the deeds and the
key, and we haven't found the Plans.
she sighed.
"I1l find that Hindu and his pre-
cious idol i'll have to- go to 1ndia," he
said promptly, Zone thing-we won't
have Harry Wilkerson spelling our
schemes. He'll give up now.'
But Wilkerson: had not. given up. On
his return from the bank he had learn
ed from the launch captain Of DORIS
interest in the idol; and he had prompt
lY followed this cleW. with the result
that he knew as much about its where
abontss as John and Ruth did, so far
as it's getting into the hands of an
East Indian peddler was concerned.
Whether Dorr had recovered the image
from him he did not know.
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that is to find out what Wilkerson did
with what he got from your fathers
chest"
The captain of the other boat re-
ceived them with a good humored
grin and in answer to their inquiries
pointed to the open box and the sarti-
cles scattered on the deck.
$50 far as l could make out" he
went on, there wasn't anything in the
old chest worth the trouble OF going
after. At any rate Mr.. Wilkerson and
the lady seemed disappointed and put
out"
"Didn't they take anything?" DE-
manded Ruth, peering curiously: at tke
moldy sea chest.
mot thing, SO far as I could dis
cover" was the, reply: "In~ fact; /
heard the two of them kind Of quarss
reling, and the lady went of by. beg:
SELF"
The three of them stared down at
the mementos of the long spastftraeer
dy, and then the captain suddenly etac-
uAdlCu, ACo, lucAC IL OuC LuAAS AASoo-
ing"
'sWhat is thatY' demanded John
IAN old idol. But I'm sure neither!
Of them took it."
'But what became of ytt?' John con-
tinued, trying to conceal his anxiety.
MAYBE one of the men pickeddt up
for curio," the skipper said apDlo
getically. Everybody seemed to think
the. old thing was worthless, and you
know a sailor will grab adjust sthat
kind of thing. Better askssome of the
crew.
. A few moments later Dorr had learn
ed that one Of the sailors had indeed
taken the image and gone uptown with
it, apparently to sell it. =,
John thanked the captain, andswhex.
he and Ruth were out of earsbot l,o
said. '"That idol IL what we are after,
Ruth" g. >... IT.
But where can we find it," she
mourned. -. -. E..
1--WE must trace the sailor Ten to.
one he'll try to sell it to secondhand
man. Our best plan is to look into the
pawnshops, I think, Ruth" he an.
swered. ...- ...... .-.r.- i: ~.
The first places they visited gave up;
40 information of value. The third
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Ion had found it when seeking a safe
place to hide his precious papers in
time of mutiny and fire
Now. at last. it had fallen into the
hands of one of the seekers. and he
took 1t to his little tenement room and
prayed to it and swore that he would
return it to its proper place in the tenn
pie.
There was no response from the i'm
age, but when the Indian fell asleep
on his rug that night in the alien Amer
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Thomas Gallon and His Little Daughter.
his shoulder as he knelt, and the per-
fume Of her breathed into his nostrils.
He looked up. laughed and then or
dered the box taken aft.
Il was dreaming' he said slowly
Then he looked at her directly. and
she saw the flame in his eyes.
why dream when things are COM
ing true?" she parted.
Il wonder whether they will all come
true" he said modify and followed
the chest aft
The curious sailors set the box down
and waited. 1t was evident from their
attitudes that they expected to see
nothing less than great treasure. 9th
erwise, why this costly expedition?
But Wilkerson did not start immedi-
ately to open the chest It's very ap-
pearance seemed to bewilder him. and
his hands shook. It was Jean Darnell
who stirred him to activity.
"Now you've got it," she said impa-
tently,l hurry and open it! The other
launch is chasing usv'
Wilkerson stared around and pick
up marlinspike. He began to pry at
the lock. Mrs. Darnell angrily jerked
at his. shoulder
"Harry, you fool. here is the key!'
He took the article she handed him
and nodded. Sure enough" he assent
ed, I'VE have the key! Funny l had
forgot that
With some difficulty he managed to
clear the lock and insert the key. 1t
turned with difficulty.
A moment later he had pried the lid
back from it's setting of rust and slime
and they were all staring at the sod
den contents.
There was no sound except the trun-
ding of the swiftly revolving propel-
Ter and the heavy breathing of the
Sailors
Suddenly Wilkerson swung round an
grily and ordered everybody forward.
Then he began his slow search.
Old Jackets almost disintegrated by
the action of water, pulpy papers and
NdIAOuS' OuuS anu enQS came to his
hand. The pulp he carefully laid aside
as being possibly what he was look
ing for.
I'm afraid the plans are gone," Jean
whispered.
I'VE must find themv' he snarled and
went on with his task.
Halfway down he came upon gro
tesque figure dripping with woody
ooze.A 1t stif1y stared up at him as he
held it,.
An idolv' laughed Mrs. Darnell.
"Some sailors curio. Well, 20 on.
Idols don't talk 49,.
An hour afterward Harry >Wilkerson
rose to his feet and kicked the scatter
ed contents Of the chest into the SOUP
pers.l ."-.. "a.
The idol rolled away and came to
a stop upright against the bulwarks,
when it presented glazed, mysterious
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CHAPTER XXI.
The Quest of tho Hindu.

IN HAT night Wilkerson sought
out Jean Darnell. She re-
ceived him in a manner that
E. told him distinctly that she
was In towering rage, though she
was 0utwardly calm.
Wilkerson paid no attention appar-
entity to- her blazing eyes nor to her re-
strained, "Well, once more your
schemes have41ailed."
Not failed he said boldly. II adj
NIT we nearly passed up what We were
looking for. Do you remember that
idol that was in the chest?'' r.
/ Jean stopped her nervous pacing Of
the floor and fixed. her great, tawny
eyes on Wilkerson. ...
Harry" she said huskily, II am
weary Of this, .=..,... s:,- &C.
f Welt a. moment he pleaded.
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THE. Master
- ~, II, H." y.
. s
i.
By John Fleming Wilson
CHAPTER XXI.

q IYfHEN the chest was hove on
|"eE9deck. dripping with ocean
671: slime, corroded and mysteri-
e4 GUS, Harry Wilkerson stared
ut it stupidity. His mind went back
down the years to that night when
Thomas misunderstanding for his lit
tie daughter-had drawn plan by
candlelight, to the quarrel, to his own
desperate fight and escape.
And now he was about to see for the
trst time the fatal paper-to know the
secret Of the wealth of the Master
Key" He forgot his surroundings.
It was Jean Darnell who recalled
him to the present. She leaned over