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Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1917-03-15

ranged SPECIAL potato Institutes TO
be held at Reedsburg on Wednesday,
March 81. and La Vale on Thursday,
March "a.
Morning and Afternoon sessions have
been arranged A practical program
has been provided covering the han
ding of potato soils, manuring seed
handling and treatment potato de-
velopment questions in Wisconsin
Lantern slides. charts. exhil IS sod
complete equipment will be prov ded.
Potato growers have been asked to
bring in samples Of the seed potatoes
chin run) they will plant this year.
Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1917-03-15
, All FL. GIVEN On
vi. RI PRAIRIE

r. w. Savage were
zen l party at the Web
ar Pra mers' hall on Satur
'ay ever About two hundred
ighbors n trends were present
/ enic- nlaasa~t evening The
tTening was spent dancing and
music, an3 supper was served. Mr..
ID Mrs Sa age were left with set
IF silver teaspoons and tablespoons
IN remembrance of the occasion. Mr..
and Mrs Sa age resided in this city
until seven years ago, when they re-
moved to Webster Prairie. They will
cave soon for Billings. Mont, where
hey will make their home. Their
n Tav,~o~oe will accompany them
to Montana
Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1917-03-15
greenfield

The w o Jones family have all
been sick with grip and tonsilitis.
All are nearly well except little Eve
lyn Schroeder, who does not seem to
gain very rapidly.
p. Kujath and Harmed are in the
neighborhood saving wood.
Mrs. Eva Cook IS quite i'll with rheu-
natism.
Mrs. Flora Helm and daughter, Miss
Emelie spent Tuesday at the Mont
gomery home.
FL. H. Bates had telephone in
Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1917-03-15

An Honest Letter from an Honest Man
Enos Halbert, Paoli, Ind, writes: Il
contracted a severe cold this fall and
coughed continually. Could hardly
sleep at nights. l tried several rem
edies without relief. Got Foley's
Honey and Tar and the first bottle
relieved me, curing my cough entire
ly. can recommend it for all coughs"
Get the genuine.-C. w. Whitman.
Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1917-03-15

Cut This Quit Is Worth Money
DON'T MISS THIS. Cut out this
slip, enclose with sc to Foley & Co,
1886 Sheffield Ave, Chicago, H., writ
ng your name and address clearly.
You will receive in return trial pack
age containing Foley's Honey and Tar
Compound for coughs, colds and
Group; Foley Kidney Pills, and Foley
Cathartic Tsblets-C. w. Whitman.
Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1917-03-15

stalled the home last week. Their
daughter Mildred returned home on
Thursday from the hospital at Ro-
chester SIZE S much improved.
Mrs N R. BARLEY of Adams is
spending a few weeks at the parental
home.
Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1917-03-15
GOOD. oLp.FAsHIoNED PHYsIc"

EoIev Cathartic Tablets. whole
mo physic, thoroughly cleanse the
yels. sweeten the stomach, tone up
liver. For Indigestion, biliousness,
breath, bloating, gas. or constipa-
n no remedy is more highly rec
mended. Do not grippe nor nause-
Give stout persons a light. free
9ng:-C. W. Whitman.
Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1917-03-15
POTATO MEETINGS
IN COUNTY som

The office OF Farm Institutes, in
cooperation with potato development
interests of Wisconsin. has just ar,
The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1917-03-02

painlessly-yet he shrank from that
anticipated crash.
His thoughts, working In flashes of
lightning, suggested every possible
trick Of escape, and as rapidly rejected
each. There was nothing for 1t but
to play the part, TO take the blow with
no more than Il CULVER when it came
He had once seen man shot in just
that way. Braced to such determina-
ton, De Spain bent slowly downward
and, with eyes staring into the water
for n reflection that might afford a
glimpse of his enemy, he began to
drink. Each m0uthful of water was a
struggle. The sense of impending death
had robbed even the life-giving drafts
of their tonic; each instant carried its
acute sensation of being the last. At
length, his nerves weakened by hunger
and exposure, revolted under the
strain. Suppose it should be, after ALL
a fantasy of his fever that pictured so
wildly an enemy behind. With an eff
fort that cost more mental torture than
he ever had known, he drew back on
his elbow from the pool, steadied him.
self, turned his head to face his eEecu-
toner, and confronted Nan Morgan.
The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1917-03-02

dies o. tho Spanish sinks. Where he
lay he could, If ne medltated revenge
on her people, murder any of them, all
most at viii. To SPARE bis lifetimperA
lied TO this extent 'theirs-but surely
he lay not far from death by exhaus-
ton. And If he was not helped soon
he would die.
But who was to help him? Certainly
none of his friends. If she told them
they would try to reach him. That
would mean an appalling-an unthlnk-
able-fight. All came back to one ,er-
rifying alternative: Should she nrlp
this wretched man herself? And /, he
lived, would he repay her by shooting
someone of her own kin?
The long ride to Calabasas went fast
as the debate swept on, and the vivid
shock of her strange experience re-
Cured to her imagination.
She drew up before the big barn.
Jim McAlpin was coming out to go to
supper. Nan asked for her package
and wanted to start directly back
again. McAlpin refused absolutely to
hear or 1t. He looked at her horse and
professed to be shocked. He told her
she had ridden hard, urged her to dis
mount, and sent her pony in to be
rubbed. While her horse was cared
for, McAlpin asked, in his ha mless
Scotch way, about Gale.
Concerning Gale. Nan was noncom-
initial. But she listened with interest,
more or less yelled. to whatever run
ming comment McAlpin had to offer
concerning the Calabasas fight. "And
was sorry to see Gale mixed up in t."
he concluded, in his effort to draw Nan
out, "sorry. And sorrier to think OF
! Henry de Spain getting killed that
way. Some say" he suggested, look
ing significantly toward the door of
the barn, and significantly away again,
The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1917-03-02
TAKES OFF DANDRUFF
HAIR STOPS FALLING
Girls! Try This! Makes Hair Thick,
Glossy, Fluffy, Beautful-No
More Itching Scalp.

Within ten minutes after an apph-
cation of Danderfne you cannot find a
single trace of dandruff or falling hair
and your scalp will not itch, but what
will please you most will be after
few weeks use, when you see new
hair, fine and downy at first-yes-but
really new hair-grOwing all over the
scalp.
little Danderine Immediately dou-
bles the beauty of your hair. No diff
ference how dull faded brittle and
scraggy, just moisten cloth with
Danderine and carefully draw it
through your hair, taking one small
strand at time. The effect is amaz-
ing-your hair will be light, fluffy and
wavy, and have an appearance of
abundance; an incompatible luster,
softness and luXuriance.
Get % cent bottle of Knowlton's
Danderine from any store, and prove
that your hair is as pretty and soft
as any-that 1t has been neglected or
injured by careless observation-disclosures
all--you surely can have beautiful hair
and lots of It If you will just try a lit
tie Danderine. Adv.
The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1917-03-02
CHAPTER x-Continued.

The violent exertiOn of reaching the
height had started the ruptured artery
anew, and his first work was crudely
to cleanse the wound and attempt to
rebandage it. He was hungry, but for
this there was only one alienation
sleep-and, carefully effacing all traces
of his presence on the ledge, he
crawled into his rock retreat and fell
again into heavy slumber.
1t was this repose that proved his
undoing. He woke to consciousness so
weak he could scarcely lift his head. 1t
was still day. A consuming thirst as
sailed him, but he lacked the strength
to crawl out of his cave, and, looking
toward his bandaged foot, he was
shocked at the sight of how it had bled
while he slept.
Toward afternoon his restlessness in
creased, but he chung to his resolve to
lie still. BY evening he was burning
with thirst, and when morning came
after a feverish night, with his head
on fire and his mouth crusted dry, he
concluded rightly that one or both of
his wounds had become infected.
De Spain understood what it meant
He looked regretfully at the injured
foot. Swollen out of shape and angry
looking, the mere appearance would
have told him, had the confirmation
been needed, that his situation was
becoming critical. This did not so
much discomfort him as it surprised
him and spurred him mentally to the
necessity of new measures. He lay
long time thinking. Against the infec-
ton he coulh do little. But the one
aid at his hand was abundance of cold
water to drink and battle his wound in,
and to this he resolved now to drag
himself. To crawl across the space
that separated him from the pool re-
quired all the strength he could sum-
mon. The sun was already well up
and its rays shot like spectrum arrows
through the spray of the dainty cat
aract, which spurted in jeweled sheet
over a rocky ledge twenty feet above
and poured noisily down from the
broad pool along jagged powders be-
low.
Crawling, choking with thirst, SLOW
ly forward, he reached the water, and.
reclining on his side and one elbow, ne
was about tolean down to drink when
he suddenly felt, with some kind IF an
instructive shock, that he was no long
er alone on the ledge. He had no In.
terest in Analysing the conviction; ne
Gid not even question it. Not sound
The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1917-03-02

way ne perked up when \ told nm
you were coming In on the stage that
afternoonl When he heard you'd been
sick, he vas for going down to the
hotel to get cup of cof.ee-tfor you 7"
McAlpin, pike any good story-teller.
was already on his feet again. "He
did it," nd exclaimed, land you know
what he got when he stepped into the
barroom." He took hold of De Spain's
coat and held ii aside to enter his
exhibit. "There," he concluded, "is
his cambridge belt, hanging there yet.
The boy Is dead-why shouldn't / tell
your"
Nan rode home much more excited,
more bewildered than when she had
ridden over. Strangest shock of all
that this man of all other men should
profess to care for her. She had
shown anger when McAlpin dared
speak of 1t; at least, she thought she
had. And she still did not know how
sufficiently to resent the thought Of
such audacity on De SPANS part.
This was, to say the least, further
awkward complication for her feelings.
She already had enough to confuse
them.
The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1917-03-02
IS CHILD CROSS,
vFEVERISR, SICK ?
Look, Mother! gIfs tongue is
coated, give California !,
Syr1p of lFlgs.p

Children love thlss"fruit laxative"
and nothing else 'cleanses the tender
stomach. liver and bowels so nicely.
A child simply will not stop playing
to empty the bowels, and the result Is
they become tightly clogged with
waste, liver gets sluggish, stomach
sours, then your little one becomes
cross, half-sick, feverish, don't eat
sleep or act naturally, breath is bad'
system full of cold, has sore throat
stomach-ache or diarrhea. Listen,
Mother! See If tongue is coated, then
give a teaspoonful of California
Syrup of Figs" and in few hours all
the constipated waste, sour bile ana
undigested food passes but OF the sys-
tenn, and you have well child again.
Millions of mothers give California
Syrup of Figs" because 1t Is perfectly
harmless; children love it, and it new
err fails to act on the stomach, liver
and bowels.
Ask at the store for 50-cent bottle
of california Syrup of Figs which
has full directions for babies, children
of all ages and for grown-ups plainly
printed on the bottle. Adv.
The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1917-03-02

"thht Henry went down there to pick a
fight with the boys. But" he asserted
graphically, II happen to know that
wasn't So"
"Then what did he go down there
for7" demanded Nan Indignantly, but
not lwarily.
McAlpin, the situation now in hand,
took his time to ii. He leaned forward
in d manner calculated to invite conf
dente without giving offense. Miss
Mani" said he simply, Henry de Spain
waSl here, with me, sitting right there
where you are sitting, in that chair
not fifteen minutes before that fight
began. l told you he never went down
there to fight. Do you want the proof?
I'll tell you'll wouldn't want anybody
else to know-will you keep itT
Nan seemed Indifferent. "Girls are
rot supposed to keep secrets" she said
obstlnately.
Her narrator was not to be baked.
He pointed to the coat-rack on the
wall in front of them both. "There is
Henry de SPANS coat. He hung it
there just before he went down to the
inn. Under it, If you look, you'll find
his belt of cartridges. Don't take my
word-lOok for yourself"
Giving this information time to sink
in, McAlpin continued. Mans eyes had
turned, despite her Indifference, to the
coat; but she was thinking more in
tently about the belt which McAlpin
asserted hung under it. you want TO
know what he did go down to the hotel
for that afternoon? / happen to know
that, too" averred McAlpin, sitting
down, but respectfully, on the edge of
the chair. "First L want to say this:
worked for your Uncle Duke five
years."
He paused to give Nan a chance to
dispute the statement If she so desired.
Then, taking her despairing silence as
an Endorsement of his position in Civ
ing her q confidence, he went on I:
Henry de Spain Is dead" he said qui-
city. She eyed him without so much
as winking. IL wouldn't tell 1t, If he
NhSh L. iHe DOy ueuu. Anu LIZ VuS
always talking about you. Hs Gods
truth, and since he's dead Z: lrarG,s no
one to tell It to you, thongi I'd never
breathe 1t to another. Ite was fairly
gone on you.
you don't have 20 knock me down,
Miss Nan, to pHt me wise about q
mans being keen on girl. I'm a mar
ried man. declared McAlpln with
modest pride. "He thought all the
time te was fooling me, and keeping
covered. Now, that afternoon he came
VI kere kind of moody. II was an an.
giversary for him, and hard oue-the
day his father was shot from am
bush--a good many years ago, but
nary one Of us had forgot 1t. Then
he happened to see your pony-this
sane pony you're riding today-a
standing back there I'm the box-stall
He asked me whose it was; and he
askea me about you, and, by jinxi the
The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1917-03-02
How De Spain makes friends
with Nan and how she deceives
her people In order to protect
him, is told wildly In s@e next
instalIment.
1ro BE CONTINUED
New Job for DereIicts.

One hundred derelicts in the Friend
ly inn in Baltimore have undergone
blood tests at the Union Protestant hos
pital, a branch Of Johns Hopkins, for
TRANSMISSION cases. OF this number 20
have submitted to TRANSMISSION opera
lions and have received $25 for their
sacrifice of blood to wealthy patients
who lack red corpuscles. The remain
der are paid 81 for keeping themselves
In good condition until they are need
ed.
In order that no mistake may be
made the family history Of each dere-
lict Is studied carefully. His life also
is made a subject of investigation so
that none but the possessors of good
blood may accomplish sale. The
blood OF these men from Friendly Inn
now courses through some Of the
most prominent men and women In the
United States. -
The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1917-03-02
CHAPTER XII.
ParleY.

She stood beside the rock from
which the ledge was reached from be-
low, and as if she had just stepped up
into sight. Her rifle was so held in
both hands that it could be fired from
her hip, and at such close quarters
with deadly accuracy. AS she stood
with startled eyes fixed on his bag
gard face, her slender neck and poised
head were very familiar to De Spain.
And her expression, while it reflect
ed her Mortified alarm, did not conceal
her anger and aversion at the sight of
him. Unaware of the forbidding spec
tacle he presented, De Spain, swept by
brainstorm ut the appearance of this
Morgan-the only one of all the Nor
gans he had not fancied covering him
and waiting to deliver his death war
rant--felt a fury sweep over him ut
the wild thought that she meant to kill
him.
Whatever she meant to do, he could
no more fire at this girl, even had he
a chance-and he realized he was at
her nercy-than he could at his sister;
trying to read her purpose. He read
In her face only adherence and con-
demnation, and felt in no way moved
to argue her verdict. II suppose" he
said, at length, not trying to disguise
his bitter resentment of her presence,
you've come to finish me-"
His shirt stained and tattered for
bandages, his hair matted i'm blood on
his forehead, his eyes infamed and
sunken, his lips crusted and swollen,
the birthmark fastened wildly on his
cheek, made him desperate sight. Re
garding him steadily, Nan, as bewil-
dered Ss if she had suddenly come on
a great wounded beast Of prey still
dangerous, made no response to his
words. The two stared at each other
defiantly and for another moment in
silence. eff you are going to kill me-"
he continued, looking into her eyes
without any thought of appeal, "do it
quick"
Something in his long, unyielding
gaze impelled her to break the spell
o. it. "What are you doing here?"
she demanded with anger, curblng her
voice TO control her excitement as best
she could.
De Spain, still looking at her, an
swered only after a pause. Hiding"
he said harshly.
sliding to kill other menl" Mans
accusation as she clutched her rifle
was almost explosive.
He regarded her coolly, and with the
interval he had had for thinking, his
wits were clearing. do / look like
n man hunting for a fightq Or" he
added, since she made no answer, "like
a man hunting for quiet spot to die
in?"
II know you are murderer"
In spite Of his weakness he flushed
"No," he exclaimed sharply, I'm moi
a murderer. If you think it"-he point
ed contemptuously to her side-"you
have your rifie-use It'll"
"You came here to hide to kill some
bodyT she exclaimed.
"What do you mean by 'here'f
The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1917-03-02
CHAPTER XII.
Nan Drifts.

Without going in to speak to Gale,
whom Bull Page, his nurse, reported
very cross but not hurt much, Nan
left her packet for him and rode
home. Her Uncle Duke was in town.
She had the house to herself, with
only Bonita, the old Mexican serving
woman, and Nan ate her late supper
alone.
The longer she pondered on De
Spain and, his dilemma-and her own
the more she worried. When she
went to bed, upstairs in her little
gable room, she tossed on her pillow
till resolve seized her to go up again
to his hiding place and see what she
could see or hear-possibly, If one
were on foot she could uncover plot.
She dressed resolutely, buckled on
holster TO her side, and, slipping n
revolver-a new one that Gale had
given her--into it for protection, she
walked softly downstairs and out OF
doors. The night air was clear, with
Il three-quurter moon well up in the
Sky. She took her way rapidly along
the trail TO the mountain, keeping rs
much as possible within the great
shadows cast by the towering peaks.
Breathing stealthily and keyed to
tense feeling of uncertainty ard sus-
picion, Nan at length reached without
adventure the corner of the ledge
where she had first seen De Spain,
and there, lying fiat listened.
Hearing only the music of the little
cascade, she swept the ledge as well
as she could with her eyes, but it was
now so far in shadow as to lie in i'm
penetrable darkness. Hardly daring
to breathe, she crept and felt her way
over X with her hands, discovering
nothing until she had almost reached
De SPANS retreat at the farther side.
Then her heart stopped in an agony
Of ACKNOWLEDGEMENT the overhanging
wall she heard voices. De Spain had
confederates, then, and had tricked
her, after all.
But a moment later this explanation
failed to satisfy her. The mutterings
were too constant and too disconnect-
edit dawned on Nan that this must
be delirium. She could hear De Spain
throwing himself from side to side,
and the near and far sounds, as IL of
two voices, were explained. She crept
nearer.
He was babbling in the chill dark
ness about ammunition, urging men
to make haste, warning them of some
one coming. Nan listened to his raw
ings, overcome by the revelation of
his condition. She told herself he must
die If he remained longer unaided, and
there We're unpleasant possibilities, If
he died where he lay. She did not want
to pity or to help him, she convinced
herself; but she did not want his death
laid to a Morgan plot-for none of his
friends would ever believe De Spain
had found his way alive and alone
to where he lay.
All Of this Nan was casting up in
her mind as she walked home. She
had already decided, but without
realizing it, what to do, and was will
ing to assume that her mind was still
open.
Toward daylight Of the morning, De
Spain dreamed he was not alone-that
figure moved silently in the faintness
of the dawn--a figure he struggled to
believe reality, but one that tricked
his wandering senses and left him. at
the coming of another day, weaker,
with failing courage, and alone.
The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1917-03-02
UNPLEASANT Atmosphere.

The master of the household had or
dered that the maid should clean a
coat of his with gasoline. The order
was not carried out; so he asked his
wife
"Why doesn't this girl of ours clean
my coat with gasolineT
"Oh." said his wife, lever since that
chauffeur Tilted her she hasn't been
able 10 stand the odor of it"
The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1917-03-02

had reached his cars. Only moment
before he had looked carefully all
around. But the field of his vision was
closely circumscribed by the walls
about him. 1t was easy for an invader
to come on his retreat unawares-at
all events, somebody, he was almost
sure, stood behind him. The silence
meant an enemy. The first thing tc
expect was a enI.et. lt would prob
nbIy be aimed ~ the back OF his head.
At least ne k.aew this was the spot 70
aim for to kill o man Instantly and
The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1917-03-02
Between Girls.

II caught Harold kissing one of
your gloves"
swell, as l was away, the dear boy
couldn't kiss me-"
"True. But If he could have got
hold of your powder puff, he wouldn't
have known the difference; would he,
dear?"-Kansas city Journal.
The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1917-03-02
Reclaim Land Valued at Three Million.

Since commencing operaflons the
Toronto harbor commission has re-
claimed 800 acres of land in connec-
ton with their part Of the work of the
harbor front development scheme. TAX
ing the value of the new land mt SlO,-
900 m acre. the harbor board has
created an additional asset OF $1,000
0O0.-Toronto Globe.
The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1917-03-02

around Sleepy railroad division
rusters
changed line Thief
railroad Jeries of divi
Henry with LeFevre
Caabass break the
leader snubbed
outlaws kills wounds
Spain awakes a
whereabouts
The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1917-03-02

Send ten cents to DIR. Kilmer Il Co.,
Binghamton, N. Y. for sample size bot.
tie. 1t will convince anyone. You will
also receive a booklet OF valuable infor-
nation, telling about the kidneys and blad-
der. When writing, be sure and mention
this paper. Regular ifty-cent and one
dollar size bottles for sale at all drug
stores.-Ady.
The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1917-03-02

1t is all right to keep your eyes
open, but 1t is charity to sometimes
close them to the faults of others.
The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1917-03-02
KIDNEY REMEDY Receives
GREAT PRAISE

Dr. Kilmer's Swamp Root enjoys very
high standing in this locality and so far
as we know it satisfies its users. We have
been selling it for twenty years and can
not recall a single instance where it failed
to accomplish good results. The sale is
steadily increasing with rs and that is
a sufficient guarantee that Il rs producing
results and is very valuable preparation
a.