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The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1916-12-12
PHAROAH'S KUN.

II. D. Smith and two grandsons we're
visiting at John Rice's one evening Of
last week.
Miss Nora Baker is on the sick list.
Ephraim Musgrave, of Georgetown,
vas visiting relatives of this place
Sunday.
Miss Hazel Floyd and Lelah Straight
spent Sunday with Miss Nora Baker
Mrs. Isaac Google spent Sunday with
Mrs. G. B. Keefover.
Charlie Musgrave, of Royal, spent
Sunday at John Rice's.
Jesse Rice ana family spent Sunday
with Lonnie Smith.
Lutte Smith, Alfred Valentine, Chas.
Smith and Jesse Rice spent Saturday
evening with Lonnie Smith.
Luther Howell spent Sunday at Edd
Musgrave's.
Bonnie Musgrave spent Sunday with
William Brock.
Mrs. Lula Smith. of Fairmont, was
visiting her sister, Mrs. Clara Smith,
Sunday.
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URGE SALARIES
FOR EVANGEL|STS
Big Incomes Under Present
Systems Hurtful Says
Report.
(RY Associated Prcss)

ST. LOUIS. Dec. IA salary basis
for evangelists instead of the present
system Of part subscription systemat-
ically solicited and part free will offer.
ing is urged by the Commission Of
evangelism Of the Federal Council
of Churches submitted to the Quadri.
ennial convention Of the council at
its final session here.
"The present system" says the re.
port Ensures the evangelist an in.
come far in excess of the earnings
of equally gifted men in any other de.
partment Of any religious effort and
gives an altogether hurtful promi.
hence Of evangelism"
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Personals.

Miss Goldie Henderson, who has
spent several weeks here. has return
ed to her home at Hammond
Miss Katherine Smith is i'll at her
home on Columbia street.
Miss Lenore Gaskins spent Sunday
with friends in Clarksburg.
Charles Robinson, of Winchester.
Va, spent the past few days here.
The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1916-12-12
OYSTER Supper.

Tho oyster supper given last night
by the Modern Woodmen of America
1852. was a most enjoyable affair.
\ large number Of the members, &C.
companled by ladies'. were present.
An elaborate menu was served and
following the supper 4 social hour was
enjoyed.
The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1916-12-12
LuInbagO Usually Caused
By Kidney Troubles

was suffering from a severe attack
of Lumbago, which effected my kid,
neys and bladder. was In such bad
condition that could not stand in an
erect position or do any lifting what.
ever for several days. Finally some
one advised me to take DR.. Kilmer's
Swamp Root which I did, and In a
very short time my trouble disappear
ed and feel better than I have in
several years. l cheerfully recon.
mend DR.. Kilmer's Swamp.Root to any
one afflicted with Lumbago, Kidney
and Bladder troubles.
Your very truly,
JNO. c. MILLER,
Greenville, Texas.
CO Wells Fargo Express Co.
Sworn TO and subscribed before me
this February 9Th, 1915.
L. l.. BOWMAN
Notary Public,
Hunt Co., Texas
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STEEL EMPLOYEES GIVEN RAISE.

PARKERSBURG, W. Va. Dec. IL
\ 10 per cent. increase in wages has
been granted to the 800 employees of
the Parkersburg Iron and Steel COM
pany to be considered as effective from
December !. The increase applies to
all departments of the plant.
The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1916-12-12
]. v. Thompson Proper4v Saved

WHEELING, w. Va, Dec. IA
check received yesterday by Sheriff
A. T. Sweeney from the j. V. Thomp.
son Creditors Association to the
amount Of $2,3s6.50 for taxes due on
the Thompson property in Ohio coun.
ty, prevents the sale of the valuable
coal properties at delinquent tax sale
tomorrow,
The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1916-12-12
EAST SIDE
- NEWS -
Seriously III.

Mrs. Walter Meserve is seriously Ill
at her home in the state OF Washing
ton. Mrs. Meserve formerly resided
here. She was before her marriage
Miss LOWE Ray, and is sister of Mrs
A. {. Gaskins, OF this city.
The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1916-12-12
ODD, ISN'T 1T?

HAMMOND. Ind. - Jorn Bosovich,
late of Austria, applied for citizenship
papers here. What is PRESIDENT"
asked the clerk. Wilson" Who elects
the presidents" California" Jorn
got his papers.
The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1916-12-12

After an attack of Grippe or Bron.
Chitis you will need a general tonic
to strengthen and build up the sys.
TEN. For this Bears Emulsion is un.
surpassed Advt.
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Letter to
Dr.. kilmer G. Co.
6inghamton, N. Y.
Prove What Swamp Root viii Do For
You,

Send ten cents to DR.. Kilmer & Co.,
Binghamton, N. Y, for a sample size
bottle. 1t will convince anyone. You
will also receive a booklet Of valuable
information, telling about the kidneys
and bladder. When writing. be sure
and mention the West Virginian. Reg.
ular fifty.cent bottle and one.dollar
size bottles for sale at all drug stores
The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1916-12-12
improvinu,

Mrs. Rebecca Robinson, who has
been very i'll at her home on Market
street, is improving slowly.
The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1916-12-12
LII Of Crime.

Mrs. T. D. Harden is i'll of grippe al
her home on Water street.
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Here from Brownsville.

| Mrs. Howard Gaskins ana children
of Brownsville. Pa, are guests OF MIR.
and Mrs. J. y. Gaskins Oh Market
street.
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meet the ships" saf.
"Where on earth are the cattle
driven down to the riverf" asked
Duane.
'Thet's not my secret" replied Eu-
chrc shortly. Exact Is, !. don't sknow.
I've rustlcd cattle FOR Bland, Mt ne
sent me through the Rim 49,
with them" .F
Duane experienced n sort Of pleaH
ure In the realisation that interest he'd
been stirred In him. He was curious
about Bland and his gang. and glad TO
have something to think about. For
every once In a while he had q sensa-
ton that was almost like 4 pAnE. He
wanted to forget. In the next hour he
did forget, and enjoyed helping in the
preparation and eating OF the meal.
Euchre. after washing and hanging Up
the several utensils, put on his hat and
turned to go out.
"Come along or stay here, as you
want" he said to Duane.
"TIl stay" reJoined Duane slowly.
The old outlaw left the room and
trudged away, whistling cheerfully.
ITO Be Continued.)
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TnMEsREPUBnCAN, MARsHALLTowN, IOWA: DECEMBER ~. 1915.

own what's here, an you're welcome"
THANKS. I'll stay awhile and rest.
I'm pretty well played out" replied
Duane.
Euchrc gave him n keen glance.
"Go ahead an rest. I'll take your
horses to grass" ...
Euchre left Duane alone in the
house. Duane relaxed then, and me-
chanically he wiped the sweat from
his face. He was laboring under scme
kind gof a spell or shock which did not
pass off quickly. When II had worn
away he took eff his coat and belt and
made himself comfortable on the blan.
kets. And he had n thought that. if
he rested or slept, what difference
would it make on the morrow? No
rest, no sleep could change the gray
outlook of the future. He felt glad
when Euchre came bustling in, and for
the first time he took notice OF the out.
law.
Euchre was old in years. What
little hair he had was gray, his face
clean shaven and full of wrinkles: his
eyes were half shut from long gazing
through the sun and dust. He stopped.
But his thin face denoted strength
and endurance still unimpaired.
"Hev a drink or a Smoke|' he asked
Duane shook his head. He had not
been unfamiliar with whisky. and he
had used tobacco moderately since he
was sixteen. But now, strangely, he
felt a disgust at the idea of stimulantS.
He did not understand clearly what he
felt. There was that vague idea of
something wild in his blood. something
that made him fear himself.
Euchre wagged his old head sympa.
t%heticnlly. Reckon you feel Il little
sick. When 1t comes to shootin', l run
What's your age"
I'm twenty-three," replied Duane.
Euchre showed surprise. you're
only a boy! l thought you thirty any
ways. Buck. l heard what you told
Bland. an putin tibet with my own
fggerin', l reckon you're no criminal
yet. THROWN a gun in self-defense-
tibet amt no crime!"
Duane. finding relief in talking, told
more about himself.
"Huh," replied the old man. "Tve
seen hundreds of boys come in on the
dodge. Most of them, though. was no
good. An tibet kind don't last long.
This river country has been an Is the
refuge fer criminals from MI over the
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True Pleasure.

Those who appreciate pleasure most
are the ones who give themselves lib.
orally for the Joy Of II. Selhshness
is the bar that sprays the wheel.
Those who consider gain put chains
to their talents and reap 4 mercenary's
reward. Men, like fountains that give
%grudgingly, soon dry up. Those who
pour out their lives In torrents of good.
will, good cheer and pleasure.gving
because IN inner force ~cor"'"is. reap
the artists name and II aJor's re-
ward. It's the highest nolt set sound
ed in the universe OF men. 1t savors
of the G%od-glft. 1t makes the world
better. 1t multiplies the %outdowing Of
a soul Drumming over with the spirit
OF majesty and benefits to men. Its
yours If you make It 40.
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barren Of Mexico stretching to the

barren Of Mexico stretching to the
south.
No wonder outlaws were safe in that
wild refuge! Duane had spent the last
two days climbing the toughest and
most difficult trail he had aver seen.
From the looks OF the descent he
Imagined the worst part of his travel
was yet to come.
The trail proved to be the kind that
could not he descended slowly. He
kept lodging rocks which his horses
loosed. behind him. And in a short
time ne reached and rode down the
green retreat, wondering what would
be his reception.
The valley was much larger than 1t
had appeared from the high elevation.
Well watered, green with grass and
tree, and farmed evidently by good
hands. 1t gave Duane a considerable
surprise. Horses and cattle were ev-
erywhere. Every clump of cotton
woods surrounded a small adobe house.
Duane saw MeXicans working in the
fields and horsemen going to and fro.
Presently he passed a house bigger
than the others, with a porch attached.
A woman, young and pretty, he
thought, watched him from a door. No
one else appeared to notice him.
Presently the trail widened into a
lined by a number of adobe and log
buildings Of rudest structure. Within
sight were horses, dogs, a couple Of
steers, Mexican women with children,
and white men. all OF whom appeared
to be doing nothing. His advent ere.
ated no interest until he rode up to
the white men, who were lolling in the
shade of a house. This place evil
IDENTIFY was a store and saloon, and
from the inside came a lazy hum Of
voices. 4"
As Duane refined to a halt one of the
loungers in the shade rose with a loud
exclamation:
"Bust me If tibet amt Luke's hoss!"
The others accorded, their interest,
II not assent, by rising to advance
toward Duane.
"How about it, Euchre? Amt tibet
Luke's bay?"- queried the first a
"Plain as your nose" replied the fell
low called Euchre.
"There amt no doubt about tibet,
them" laughed another, "fer Bosomer's
nose is shore plain on the landscape
These men lined up before Duane.
and as he coolly regarded them he
thought they could have been recog-
nized anywhere rs desperadoes. The
man called Bosomer. who had stepped
forward, had a forbidding face. which
showed yellow eyes, an enormous nose.
and a skin the color Of dust, with a
thatch Of sandy hair.
stranger, who r you an where
in the HI did you git tibet bay hoss?'
he demanded. His yellow eyes took in
Stevens horse. then the weapons hung
on the saddle. and finally turned their
glinting, hard light upward to Duane.
Duane did not like the tone in which
he had been addressed, and he re-
NAMED silent. Something leaped in
side of him and made his breast feel
tight. He recognized it as that strange
emotion which had shot through him
often of late, and which had decided
him to go out to the meeting with
Balm. Only now it "a different, and
more powerful.
stranger. who are your" asked I.
other man, somewhat more civilly.
MY names Duane replied Duane,
CURLY.
San how'd you come by the hoss"
Duane answered briefly, and his
words were followed by a short silence,
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states. I've hunked with bank cash.
iers, forgers, plain thieves, an out
an'-out murderers, all OF which had no
bizness on the Texas border. Fellers
like Bland are exceptions. He's no
T~exan-you seen tibet. The gang he
rules here como from all over. an
they're tough cusses, you can bet on
tibet. They live fat an easy. II It
wasn't fer the fightin' among them.
selves. they'd shore grow populous.
The Rim Rock Is no place for n peace
able. decent Teller. I heard you tell
Bland you wouldn't like TO join his
gang. Thetll not make him take a
likin' to you. Have ycu any money!
Not much" replied Duane.
"When the moneys gone how will
you live? There amt any work n de-
cent Teller could do. You can't herd
with greasers. Why, BANDS men
would shoot at you In the fields.
What1l you do, SOM"
"God knows" replied Duane. hope
lessly. "1ll make my money last as
long rs posSible-then starve."
oval, I'm pretty pore. but you'll
never starvc while | got anythin'."
Here it struck Buck again-that
something human and kind and eager
which he had seer in Stevens. Duane's
estimate of outlaws had lacked this
quality. He had not accorded them
any virtues. To him. as to the out
side world. they had been merely
vicious men without one redeeming
feature.
"Im much obliged to You. Euchre,"
replied Duane. But OF course | won't
live with anyone unless l can pay my
share"
"Have 1t any way you like, my son."
said Euchre. good-humoredly. "You
make = fire. an I'll set about gettin'
grub. I'm a s~our-dough, Buck. Thet
man doesn't live who can beat my
bread"
"How do you ever pack supplies
in here" asked Duane. thinking OF the
almost accessible nature Of the val
ley.
"Some comes across from Mexico.
an the rest down the river. That
river trip is a bird. It's morc'n Ave
hundred miles to any supply point.
Bland has mozos, greaser boatmen.
Sometimes. too. he gets supplies In
from down-river. You see, Bland sells
thousands of cattle in Cuta. An all
this stock has to 20 down by boat to
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one of these outlaws as native to his

n OF these outlaws Is native to his
state.
"T'm Bland" said the tall man, au'
thoritatively. "Who're you. and what're
you doing here"
Duane looked ut Bland as he had
at the others. This outlaw chief ap'
peared to he reasonable, il he was
not courteous. Duane told his story
again. this time a little more in detail,
81 believe YOU" replied Bland at
once. "Think l know when n fellow is
lying"
II reckon you're on the right TRAIL
nut in Euchre. "Thet about Luke
wantin' his boots took of--thet salts
fies me. Luke he'd n mortal dread OF
dyin' with his boots on" ,
At this sally the chief and his men
laughed.
"You said Duane-Buck DuaneT'
Queried Bland. "Are you a son Of that
Duane who was a g%un-fighter some
years back"
Eyes" replied Duane.
"Never met him, and glad l didn't"
said Bland, with a grim humor. $50
you got in trouble and had to go on
the dodge? What kind OF trouble?"
Had a fight"
"Fight? Do you mean g~un-play?'
questioned Bland. He seemed eager,
curious, speculative.
eyes. 1t ended in gun-play. I'm
sorry to say" answered Duane.
"Guess I needn't ask the son of
Duane if he killed his man." went on
Bland, ironically. Well, I'm sorry
you bucked against trouble in my
camp. But. as it is, I guess you'd be
wise to make yourself scarce"
do you mean Tn politely told to
move onT asked Duane, quietly.
"Not exactly that" said Bland, as If
irritated. "1f this isn't q free place
there isn't one on earth. Every man is
equal here. Do you want to join my
band?"
"No. I don't"
"Well. e if you did, I imagine that
wouldn't stop Bcsomer. He's an ugly
fellow. Merely for your cwn sake, I
advise you to hit the TRAIL"
"Thanks. But If that's all. I'll stay"
returned Duane. Even as he spoke he
felt that he did not know himself.
Bosomer appeared at the door. push
ing men who tried to detain him. and
as he jumped clear Of a last reaching
hand. he uttered a snarl like an angry
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dog. Bland and the other outlaws
quickly moved aside, letting Duane
stand alone. When Bosomer . saw
Duane standing motionless and watch
full. n strange change passed quickly
in him. He halted in his tracks. and
as he did that the men who had fol-
lowed him out piled over one another
in their hurry to get to n side.
Duane saw all the swift action, felt
intuitively the meaning of IT. and in
Bosomer's sudden change OF front. The
outlaw was keen. AID he had expected Il
shrinking. or at least n frightened an
%tagonist. Duane knew he was nei-
Their. He felt like iron. and yet thrill
after thrill ran through him. The out
law had come out to kill him. And
now, though somewhat checked by the
stand of a stranger, he still meant to
kill. But he did not speak n word.
He remained motionless for a long mo-
ment. his eyes pale and steady, his
right hand like a claw.
That instant gave Duane Il power to
read in his cnemy's ayes the thought
that preceded action. But Duane did
not want to kill another man. Still,
he would have to fight, and he decided
to cripple Bosomer. When Bosomcr's
hand moved Duane'S gun was spout.
ing fire. Two shots only-both from
Duane's %gun--and the outlaw fell with
his right arm shattered. BoSomer
cursed harshly. and ~tloundered in the
dust. trying to reach the gun with his
left hand. His comrades, however,
seeing that Duane would not kill I'M
less forced. closed in upon BCsomer
and prevented any further madness on
his part.
OF the outlaws present Euchre np-
peared to he the one most inclined
to lend friendlineSs TO curiosity and
he led Duane and the horses away to
a small adobe shack. He tied. the
horses in an open shed and removed
their saddles. Then. gathering up Ste
vens' weapons. he invited his visitor
to enter the house.
II had two rooms-windows without
coverings-bare floors. One room con-
tanned blankets. weapons, saddles and
brides: the other n stone fireplace.
rude table and bench. two hunks. a
box cupboard, and various b]lackened
utensils.
make yourself to home as long as
you want t. stay" said Euchre. "T
amt rich in this worlds goods. hut I
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during which the men looked at him,
Bosomer began to twist the ends OF
his beard.
"Reckon he's dead. all right, or no
body'd hev his boss an guns" pres
emily said Euchre.
Mister Duane" began Bosomer. in
low, singing tones, II happen to be
Luke Stevens side pardner."
Duane looked him over, from dusty,
WORKOUT boots to his slouchy som
brero. That look seemed to inflame
Bosoner.
"An' 1 want the boss an them guns"
he shouted.
"You or anybody else can havesthem,
for all I care. I just fetched them In.
But the pack is mine" replied
Duane. "And, say, I befriended your
pard. If you can't use a civil tongue
you'd better cinch It."
civil? Haw. haw" rejoined the
outlaw. II amt takin' your word
Savvy tibet? An I was Luke's pardl"
With that Bosomer wheeled, and.
pushing his companions aside. he
stamped into the saloon, where his
voice broke out in a oar.
Duane dismounted and threw his
bride.
stranger, Bosomer is shore. hot
headed said the man Euchre. He
did not appear u%nfriendly, nor were
the others hostile.
At this juncture several more out
laws crowded out Of the door, and the
one IN the lead was a tall man OF
stalwart physique. His manner pro-
claimed, him a leader He had a long
face, a flaming red beard, and clear,
cold blue eyes that fixed In close scru-
tiny upon Duane. He was not q Tex
~. II. ys..aN.. I>.,- " !. 49, -@I ~ccc-si--
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The Lone
Star Ranger
a Romance OF the Border
bu ZANE GREY
Author Of
THE LIGHT OF WESTERN STARS
RIDERS OF THE PURPLE SAGE."ETC.
Copyright By HArpsr and Brothera

s Downright By Harpsr and BrotheEs
Stevens asked for water several
times. He had forgotten or he did not
want the whisky. His voice grew per-
sceptibly weaker.
BE quiet" said Duane. Talking
uses up your strength"
y saw I'll talk till-I'm DONE" he re-
piled, doegedly. "See here, pard, you
a gamble on what I'm tellin' you.
An it'll be useful. From this camp
welh-you1l meet men right along. An
hone OF. them will be honest men. All
the same, some are better'n others.
I've lived along the river for twelve
years. There's three big gangs of out
laws. King Fsher-you know him, I
reckon, fer he's half the time livin'
among respectable folks. King is a
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good Teller. It'll do to tie up with
him an his gang. Now. there's Chesel-
dine, who hangs out in the Rim Rock
way up the river. He's an outlaw
Achief. / never seen him. though I
ftayed once right in his camp. Late
Years he's got rich, AM keeps back
l9.etty well hid. But Bland-I knowed
.aland fer years. An I haven't any
lie fer him. Bland has the biggest
Yang. You amt likely to miss strikin'
Ills place sometime or other. He's got
ia regular town, I .might say. Shore
sE.Sere's some gambiin' an %gun.fightin'
,Sgoin' on in BANDS camp all the time.
Bland has killed some twenty men, an
thet's not countin' greasers."
Here Stevens took another drink,
and then rested for a while.
you amt likely to get on with
Bland he resumed presently. you're
too strappin' big an ~good-lookin' to
please the chief. Fer hes got women
In his camp. Then he'd be Jealous Of
your possibilities with a gun. Shore
( reckon he'd be careful. though.
Bland's no fool. an he loves his hide.
I reckon any of the other gangs would
be better for you when you amt goin'
It alone"
Apparently that exhausted the fund
Of information and advice Stevens had
beAns eager to impart. He lapsed into
silence and lay with closed eyes.
Meanwhile the sun rose warm; the
breeze waved the mosquitoes the birds
came down to splash In the shallow
stream : Duane doEed in a comfortable
seat. BY and by something reused
him. Stevens was once more talking.
but with a changed tone.
'fellerss .name-was Brown" he
rarnbled. eve fell out-over a boss I
stole from HMM Huntsville. He
stole it fust. Browns n of them
sneaks-afraid Of the open-he steals
an pretends to be honest. Say, Buck,
mehbe you'll meet Brown some day
You an me are pards now"
.sl'll remember, If I ever meet him."
said Duane.
That seemed to satisfy the outlaw.
Presently he tried to lift his head. but
hadsno the strength. A strange shade
was creeping across the bronzed,
rough face.
my feet are pretty heavy. Shore
yousgot my boots Off"
Dlane held them up, but was not
certain that Stevens could see them.
The outlaw closed his eyes again and
muttered incoherently. Then he fell
asleep. Toward shutdown Stevens
awoke, and his eyes seemed clearer.
Duane went to get some fresh water,
thinking his comrade would surely
want some. When he returned Stevens
made no sign that he wanted anything.
here was something bright about him,
nd suddenly Duane realized what 1t
ieant.
.Pard, you-stick-to me-" the out
Nv whispered.
Duane caught a hint Of gladness
, the voice; he traced a faint surprise
the haggard face. Stevens seemed
ke a little child.
name buried him ! n a shallow ar
and heaped up a pile of stones
II maiPS the grave. That done, he
satidledlhis comrades horse, hung the
weaa his over the pommel, and, mount
his own Heed, he rode down the
the gathering twilight.