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Winslow Dispatch (Newspaper) - June 21, 1912, Winslow, Indiana THE LC or Tnc PLAIHS K BamdallPadoish- ., . .uthorOf'My Lady Of TWe.SouthT *Whem Wildepisc&s Wa* King. Etc,Ctc ItLUaTRATION» Bv Peakp^ww McLVtyii'^ PROTECT WILD GAME SENTIMENT IS BEING AROUSED IN EASTERN STATES. Dangers and Duties of Situation Are Being Brought Home to the People—Apathy May Give Way to Steam-Roller. CCopyrtahC A. C. MoClurc A Co.. SYNOPSIS. Jack Keith, a Virginian, «er plainsman. Is looking for coaming, Ipartles of savages. He sees a Sit full gallop pursued by men on ponies. When Keith reaches the wagon the raia «ra have massacred two men and oe parted. He searches the victims finding mapers and a locket with a \roman s po •trait. Keith Is arrested at be- charged with the murder, his tng a ruffian named Black Bart. A neg^ «ompanlon In his cell named Neb tens that he knew the Keiths in Virginia. Neo f<ays one of the murdered m^ fnrm-«Ibley. the other Qen. Willis Waite form erly a Confederate officer. The P'^tlnsman and Neb escape, and later the eome upon a cabin and thYnks to be a young girl, wh^ ^f'í^^xolSns he saw at Carson City. The girl explains that she Is In search of a a •had deserted from the army, and tn Mr. Hawley Induced her tó come ■cabin whfle he sought her hrothen «a ley appears, and Keith i" „ ter- tilzes him as Black Bart. There is a ter rifle battle In the darkened room In Y„ted Keith IM victor. Horses are appropr^tea -and the girl who says that her _ Hope, loins In the escape. Keith fnr Ills situation and the fugitives make to Fort Lamed, where the girl Is left wun the hotel landlady. Miss Hope tells that «he is the daughter of General Wa ^ Keith and Neb drift Into Sheridan. Keith meets an old friend. Hr. Keith meets the brt.>ther of Hope W^t . lUnder the assumed name of Fred wu-loughby. and becomes convinced inai Black Bart has some plot *1}® two. Hope learns that Oen. W^te. who was thought murdered. Is at mmrloan. and goes there, -where she Is n^taken ror ChHstle Maclalre. the C^on City singer^ Keith meets the real Onrlstle Maclalre and finds that Black Bart-has convinced her that there Is a mystery in her lire whIcU he Is going to turn to tage. The plainsman tells Hope Waite of her fc-esemblance to Christie Maclalre. They decide that Fred Willoughby may hold the key to the situation. Keith finds Willoughby shot dead. Hope Is told of the death of her brother. Keith falls to {earn what representations Black Bart las made to Christie Maclalre. Hope suggests that In order to learn the secret «he must briefly Impersonate the stage Blnger. Dr. Falrbaln Is In love with Christie Maclalre and Keith Induces him to detain her from the stage while Hope goes to the theater where she meets Black Bart. who. thus deceived. tells Hope that General Waite has suspected his plans and that they must fly. Hope. greatly alarmed, demurs. General Waite appears and says Black Bart has s^l<*n papers from him regarding an Inhei 1-tance. Keith is Informed that Christie Maclalre’s real name Is Phyllis Gale and that she is the half sister of Hope. The latter has been carried away by Black Bart and his gang. Dr. Falrbaln avows his love for Phvllls and she accepts him Keith and his friends strike the trail of Black Bart. They find Hope has been taken back to the old cabin. The wilderness cabin is the scene of a fight in which • Keith and his partners overcome their outlaw enemies. Black Bart and the wlUi closed eyes, over the whiter face resting on her lap, her lips trembling with the one prayer, “Oh, God! Oh. God!” How long' he was at 4t, or what he did, she scarcely knew—she beard the splash of water; caught the flash of the sun on the probe; felt the balf conscious shudder of the wounded man, whose nead was in her lap, the deft, quick movements of Fair-bain. and then— That’s it—I’ve got It—missed the lung by a hair—damn me I’m proud of that Job—you’re a good girl.” She looked at him, scarce able te see, her eyes blinded with tears. “WIU—will he live? Oh, tell me!” “Live! Why shouldn’t he?—nothing but a hole to close up—nature’ll d« that, with a bit of nursing—here, now don’t you keel over—give me the rest of that skirt.” He bandaged the wound, the* glanced about suddenly. “^ow’s the other fellow?” Ili^ad,” returned Brisfcoe, “shot through the heart.” "^rtiought so—have seen JLelth shoot before—I wonder how the cuss ever (Continued.) Keith lying flat, his face in the crook of an. arm whose hand still gripped a revolver. There was ° «Tniift nn. imy nps,^iu. iiL-imhUUU iüfWma. Kefth wet his dry lips and spoke anortly: “I reckon you know what this means, Hawley, and why I am here. We’re Southerners bpth of us, and we settle our own personal affairs. You’ve got to fight, me now. man to inan.” The gambler glanced about him, and down at his horse. If he thought of flight it was useless. His lip curled with contempt. "Damn your talking, Keith,” he returned savagely. “Let’s have it over with,” and spurred his horse. The gun of the other came up. “Wait!” and Hawley paused, dragging at his rein. “One of us most likely is going to die here; perhaps both. But if either survives he’ll need a horse to get out of this alive. Dls-/ mount; I’ll do the same: step away ■o the horses are out of range, and then we'll fight it out—is that square ?” Without a word, his eyes gleaming with cunning hatred, the gajubler swung down from his saddle onto the eaud. his horse interposed between lilm and the other. Kéith did the «ame, his eyes peering across the iiack of his animal.^ “Now,” he said steadily, “when I •count three drive your horse aside, «nd let go—are you ready?” “Damn you—yes!” •“Then look out—one! two! three!" The plainsman struck his horse iwith the quirt in his left hand and •prang swiftly aside so as to clear the flank of the animal, his shooting arm flung out. There was a flash of flame 'cross Hawley’s Saddle, a sharp re-(lort, and Keith reeled backward, dropping to bis knees, one hand clutching at the sand. Again Hawley fired, liut the horse^ startled by the double jreport. leaped aside, and the ball '^ent .wild. Keith wheeled about, steadying tilmsell with bis outstretched hand, «nd let drive, pressing the trigger, un itll, through the haze over his eyes, he •aw Hawley go stumbling down, shoot-dng wildly as he fell. The man never imoved, and Keith endeavored to get 4gp. his gun still held ready, the smoke icircling about them. He had been •hot treacherously, as a cowardly cur ¡might shoot, and he could not cleaj’ tils mind of the thought that this las '«Lct hid treachery also. But he could not raise himself, oould not stand; red and black shadows danced before his •yes; he heHeved he ea.^ the arm of Che other move. Like a snake he ' crept forward, holding himself up with •ne hand, his head dizzily reeling, hut %ls gun held steadily on' that black, sihapeleas object lying on the sand. iPben the revolver band b^pan- to kfulver, to shake, to make odd circles; ■iiAe couldn't see; it wae all black, all iDOtblngnem.' Suddenly he went deurn Knee first’into the sauid. They both lay motionless, the thir% Cy sand diiaking in their life hi®®** ley hfiddied upon his left side, bis étiil flflidlbg the glasing fyee. he knew®that, kfter he had been shot to death, he had gotten his man. The riderless horses gazed at the two figures, and drifted away, slowly, fearfully. still held in mute subjection to their dead masters by dangling reins. The sun blazed down from directly overhead, the heat waves rising and falling, the dead, desolate desert stretching to the sky. An hour, two passed. The horses were now a hundred yards away, nose to nose; aJl else was changeless. Then into the far northern sky there rose a black speck, growing larger and larger; others came from the east and west, beating the air with widely outspread wings, great beaks stretched forward. Out from their nests of foulness the desert scavengers were coming for their spoil. der I’d like ter take a look aL wi reckon you better go 'long. The She struck her horse, and plunged forward, bringing her fitó' Most homely women are clevei probably because they have to be. Garfield Tea promotes and ensures health. Try it to be convinced. Druggists keep it. The love of applause is responsible for many near actors. Mrs. Wtnslow’s Soothing- Syrup for Children teething, softens the ^ama, reduces Inflammation, allays pain, cures wind colic, 25c a bottle. Woman conceals only what she does not know.—Proverb. munaged to get him." *As he arose to ms feet, his red face glistening with perspiration, and be-gsn: strapping his leather case, the others rode up, and Bristoe, explaining ti,e situation, set the men to making préparatlons for pushing on to the ■wa^r-hole. Blankets were swung between ponies, and the bodies of the dead and wounded deposited therein, firm bands on the bridles. Hope rode close bpside Keith, struggling to keep back the tears, as she watched him lying motionless, unconscious, scarcely breathing. So, under the early glow of the desert stars, they came to the water-hole, and halted. The wounded man opened his eyes, and looked about him unable to comprehend. At first all was dark, silent; then he saw the stars overhead, and a breath of air fanned the near-by fire, the ruddy glow of flame flashing across Ms face. He heard voices itly, and thus, little by little, con-lousness asserted Itself and memory back Into his bewildered toiwyrtoiegw CHAPTER XXXVIl. At the Water-Hole. Up from the far, dim southwest they rode slowly, silently, wearied still by the exertions of the past night, and burned by the fierce rays of the desert sun. No wind of sufficiy^t force had blown since Keith passed that way, and tlMy could easily follow the hoof prints of his' horse across the sand waste. Bristoe was ahead, hat brim drawn low, scanning the horizon line unceasingly. Somewhere out in the midst of that mystery was hidden tragedy, and he dreaded the knowledge o^its truth. Behind him Fair-baln and Hope rode together, their Ups long since grown silent, the man ever glancing uneasily aside at her, the girl drooping slightly in the saddle, with pale face and heavy eyes. Five prisoneia, lashed together,» the binding rope fastened to the pommelfi of the two “Bar X” men’s saddles, wore bunched together, and behind all came Neb, his black face glistening In the heat. Suddenly Bristoe drew rein, and rose to the full length in the stirrups. té to face with Bristoe. “What is it? Tell me, what is It?” “Nothin' but a loose boss, Miss.’^ “A horse! here on the desert?” looking about, her eyes dark with horror. “But how could that be? Could —could it be Captain Keith’s?” Bi'istoe cast an appealing glance at Fairbain, mopping his face vigorously, not knowing what to say, and the other attempted to turn the tide. “Not likely—not likely at all—no reason why it should be—probably Just a stray horse—you stay back here. Miss Hope—Ben and I will find out, and let you know.” “No, I’m going.” she cried, stifling a sob in her throat. “It would kill me to wait here.” She was off before either might raise hand or voice in protest, and they could only urge their horses in effort to overtake her, the three racing forward fetlock deep In sand. Mounted upon a swifter animal Fairbain forged ahead; he could see the two horses now plainly, their heads uplifted, their reins dangling. Without perceiving more he knew already what was waiting there on the sand, and swore fiercely, spurring bis horse mercilessly, forgetful of all else, even the girl, in his intense desire to reach and touch the bodies. He had begged to do this himself, to be privileged to seek this man Hawley, to kill hlm^— but now he was the physician, with no other thought except a hope to save. Before his horse had even stopped fie flung himself from the saddle, ran forward and dropped on bis knees beside Keith, bending his ear to the chest, graspins the wrist in his fingers. As the others approached, he glanced up, no conception now of aught save bb> t^wn professional work. “Water, Bristoe,' he exclaimed sharply- “Dash some brandy in it Quick now. There, that’s it; hold hie head up—higher. Yes. you do it, Mies shading his eyes from the sun’s glare, j Hope; here, Ben, take this, and pry as he Stare’S ahead Two motionless ) his te< germ gripped as If they stock of a gun—yet that was all over-^he was not there—but he was some-where—and alive, alive, it hurt him to move, to breathe even, and after, one effort to turn over, he lay perfectly still, staring up into the black arch of sky, endeavoring to think, to understand—where was he? How had he come there? Was Hawley alive also? A face bent over him. the features faintly visible in the flash Of firelight. His dull eyes lit up In sudden recollection. “Doc! is that you?” “Sure, old man.” the pudgy fingers feeling his pulse, the gray eyes twinkling. “Narrow squeak you had—going to pull through all right, though— no sign of fever.” "Where am-I?” “At the water-hole; sling you In a blanket, and get you into Larned tomorrow.” There was a moment’s silence. Keith finding it hard to speak. “Hawley—?” he whispered at last. “Oh. don’t worry; you got him all right. Say,” his voice sobering, “maybe it was Just as well you took that job. If it had been me I would have been In bad.” The wounded man’s eyes questioned. “It’s a bad mix-üp, Keith. Waite never told us all of it. I reckon he didn’t want her to know, and she never shall, if I can.help It I’ve been looking over some papers in his pocket ^he’d likely been after them thto <trip—and his name ain’t Hawley. He s Bartlett Gkle.. Christie’s father." Keith could not seem to grasp the tbodght. hie eyes half-closed. Her—her father?” he questioned, weakly. “Do you suppose he knewT' No; pot at first, ¡.anyhow; not at Shertdan. Ho was too interested in his scheme to even suspicion he h^ actually stumbled onto the read girl. I tMnk he Just found out” A hoyote howled somewhere in the darkness, a melancholy chorus Joining In the with long-drawn cadence. Last year when New York enacted the Bayne law and closed all her markets against the sale of native wild game, it was predicted that her example would be followed by oth^ states. After three months of tlie hardest fighting ever known over a game law, Massachusetts has stepped into the front rank beside New York by enacting a law paralleling the Bayne law. Governor Foss was besought to veto the bill, but he signed it on May 7. The new law stops absolutely the sale of all American wild game in Massachusetts, but it permits the sale of game reared in preserves and tagged according to law. This tagging system is working admirábly in Ne-w York, and besides giving the i state game producers a strong grip on the game situation, it is producing a révenue of many thousands of doL lars. During the present session of the Massachusetts legislature, the market gunners of Cape Cod and the gamn dealers perslstentiy fought every stage of every measure for the better protection of -wild life. Five times were bills Introduced for the repeal of the law against spring shooting, and each one was defeated. The advance, of the no-salo-of-game hill was bitterly contested, but the wild life protectionists rallied to the defense of the game as never before. The organized, sportsmen of Boston and Springfield, th© State Audubon society, the Boston Society of Natural History, the American Bison society and a strong contingent from Harvard university, formed an army of defense that proved effective. The campaign was strongly supported by the New York Zoological society and the Wild Life Protective association, two national organizations. Lawyers, business men and professional men left their offices and devoted weks of time to arousing the people to the dangers and duties of th© situation. The struggle in Massachusetts la Interesting because It demonstrates once more that the intelligent masses of the American people sincerely desire that wild life shall be preservecí from extermination, and that when once aroused the many áre more powerful than the destroyers. If the American people only choóse to arouse from the deadly apathy in which so many are now renoslne. and send the 'stft^m-roller over the ©xterminatofs of .wild life, we may even yet be able to transmit to posterity a fair representation of the birds and beasts and fishes that recently were so marvelously abundant in this country. LEWIS’ Single Binder straight 5o cigar. You pay lOo for cigars not so good. It’s tough when love’s young dream dies of old age. For regulation of the stomach and boweis you will And Garfield Tea very beneficial. Before promising to fly with a young man it is up to a girl to investigate his ability as an airship chauffeur. Literal Obedience. ‘How is it I have such big telegram bills?” “You told me, sir, to use dispatch In that correspondence, so I wired all the letters.” When Your Eyes Need Care Watery Eyes ----------- . . . trated Book in each Package. ,, J* compounded by our Ocnllsts —not a ‘ Patent Iclne”—but used in succesrfnl Physicians Pr^ tlco for many years. Now ^dlca^d to the Pnl^ 11c and sold by Druggists at 28c_and oOc r Bottle, and SOo. Murine Bye Salre In AsepUo Tubes Murine Eye Remedy Co.. Chicago On© or the Other. A very plain, although somewhat famous woman, -w’as traveling the state of Florida, lecturing on woman’s suffrage. She addressed the school children of a little town one afternoon, and prefaced her- lecture with the following; “I am a native of Baltimore, the city made famous by its oysters and beautiful women.” A small boy said to another. In * stage whisper: "If that’s true, she must be an oyster.” • He Could. - A northern visitor in the south tells the following story to illustrate the taciturnity of the southern negro. He had asked Steve, a typical darky of the region, numerous questions concerning a certain plantation, and to each the negro gave the invariable reply of “Yahs, sah.” “Steve,” asked the somewhat exasperated northerner, don’t you say anything but ‘Yahs, sah?’ Can’t you say ‘No, sir?’ ” The negro blinked his eyes indolently for a moment and replied, “Yahs, sah”.—Judge. black spects were visible—yet were they uotloBless? or was it the heat waves which seemed to yield them movement? He drove in his spurs, driving his startled horse to the summit of a low sand ridge, and again halted, gazing Intently forward. Hé was not mistaken—they were horses. Knowing instantly what it, meant— those riderless animals drifting derelict In the heart of the desert—his throat clry with fear,^: the scout wheeled, and spurred back to his party, quickly r^solylng on a coufse of action. Hawley add Keith had met; both had fallen, either dead or wounded. A moment'^s delay now might cost a life; he would need Fairbain. hut he must keep the girl back, if possible. But could he? She straightened up in the s»d(lle as he came spurrthg toward tk^; her eyes wl4«’ open, one band clutching at her throat "Doctor.** he called ps soon a* h® wsa 'Béac epougb, his horse obroltng, “tlñcr is somethin' showtn’ out yonp teeth open—well, he got a swallow anyhow. Hold him Just as he is—can you stand it? I’ve got to find where he was hit." Yes—yes,” she answered, "don’t— don’t mind me.” He tore open the woolen shirt, soaked with blood already hardening, felt within with skilled fingers, his eyes keen, his Ups muttering unconsciously. “Quarter of an Inch—quarter of an Inch too Mgh—scra^d the lung— Lord, If I can only get ir out—got to do it now—can’t wait—^here, Bristoe, that leather case on my saddle—run. damn you—^we’ll save him yeL Kltl— there, drop his bead in your lap—yes cry if you want to—<waly hold atlil— open tka case, will you—down here, where i can jreach It—now wat«>~«U our canteens—Hope, tear me off e strip of your under-skirt—what am 1 going to do?—extract the baU**^ to de K—blood poison in this sun. She Ttpp^ her skirt, handing It to him without a word: then dropped ^ whiu fame th bar haaia« hfhdlflfc Progress in Jerucalem. Jerusalem will soon have Its own tramway service, a concession having been granted to a French firm, which j will begin laying the lines during the ¡ coming summer. An English firm j has been asked to cubmlt tenders for lighting the city with electric light and a German syndicate is to Improve the water supply by the erection of large reservoirs, at springs located about twelve and eighteen miles north of the city. The pavements and sewerage system have received attention from the government. A few months ago a water cart was brought from England to super.sede 'the men who sprinkled the streets with water from skins. The municipality has also provided Itself with modern fire fighting appliances. A telephone service has been established and the police are shortly to be equipped with bicycles. The latest sign of this work &f modernization is the arrival of a large American; motor road roller.—Exporters’ Review, CJholly Gayburd—Do you believe th« Btory of Jonah and th© whale? Grace Saintly—Why, of course I do. I-believe every word of It. Cholly Gayburd (enthusiasticaJly)— Dear Miss Saintly, will you be my wife? shadow swept Into the radius of dañe; Inr firelight “Is he cpnsclous. Doctor? Fairbain drew back silently, and she dropped on her knees at Keith’s side, bendihg low to look into his face, '“Hope—Hope.” ’ “Yes, dear, and you are going to Uve now—Uve for me." ’ • He found her hand, and held It, clasped within hla own, his eyes wide open. “I have never told .you, he softly, “how much I love you." bent lower until her touched his. ^ “No, Jack, but you may now. • •ms BND. cheek Spoken by the Card. Wheu women ,cgU they leave tbetr eird». When men call they are apt te* kmve their chips. The Old-Fashioned Fire. Could anything be more refreshing than the smell of an old-fashioned wood fire in late spring or early autumn? There Is something grimy in the reek of coal and the odor of gas Is nauseating. Modern inventions may have brought their “conveniences,” but a staid old senator, who lately passed beyond. Insisted that when he wanted a real night of comfort, after the family had all gone south for the winter, he would hi© himself home, build an old-fashioned wood fire In the cook stove and sit around as in his old boyhood days on the farm. “What memories It recalls,” he would say, "to hear the crackle of the wood and anllt the smoke that seems to be purifying rather than oppressive.”—-Joe Chappie’s News Letter. OUTDOOR LIFE. Will Not Offset the III Effects of Coffee and Tea When One Cannot Dlgesf Them. ‘Inp worthy enterprise can be dofip Mr m wtthPttt cendamM ploddlhl miA Stead’e Kindness of Heart. The late W. T. Stead was noted for his kind-heartedness, and there ap-pears to he no end of stories about his good deeds. Lady Warwick once assisted him in giving a girl employe an unexpected holiday. Mr. Stead noticed when the girl returned from her two weeks’ Vacation in the summer that her cheeks werp not tanned, and. though the girl evaded his questions, finally learned that she had spent the fortnight in attending to househcdd duties at home, while her flster, who was unwell, had been to tho seashore. Soon after Lady Warwick called at Mr. Stead’s office, and when the bad {’’^parted My, Stead called the girl to him, told her that she wae to start Im-msdiately upon a three weeks’ holiday, and that she would spend |t at Warwick Oatlejw the fuest «t Lady Warwlok. A fanner says; "For ten years or more I suffered from dyspepsia and stomach trouble, caused by the use of coffee (Tea contains caffeine, th© same drug found In coffee), until I got so had I had to .1 give up coffee entirely and almost give up eating. There were times when I < could eat only boiled milk and bread: and when I went to the field to work I had to take some bread and butter along to give me strength. "I doctored steady and took .almost everything.! could get for my stomach In the way of medicine, but if I got any better It only lasted a little while. I was almost a walking skeleton. ‘One day I read au ad for Postum and told my wife I would try It^ and as * to the following facts I will make affidavit before any judge: ‘T quit coffee entirely and used Postum In its place. I havé regained my health entirely and can eat anything that is cooked to eat. I havp Increased In weight until now I weigh more than I ever did. I have not taken apy medicine for my stomachi sinoe I began using jPostum. "My family would stick to coffe* at first, but they saw the effects It had on mo and when they were feeUag bad they began to use Fostom, one at a time, \mtll now wo all uso Postum.” Name glvwn by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Ton days» trial of Postum In place of ^ffeo proves tho truth, im easy and pldksant way. Road th# little book, "The Road to Wellvllle." in pk»s. "There’a a rear ion.” mrmr wmd «be *1^ JMttyt

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