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Winslow Dispatch (Newspaper) - May 10, 1912, Winslow, Indiana in this FREE BOOK CO SYNOPSIS. Tnfii Keith a Virginian, now a «order ^al^man. is looking for roaming parties of savages. He sees a -^íeT at full gallop pursued by rnen on ponies. When Keith reaches the wagon the raid ers have massacred two parted. He searches the victims finding papers and a locket with a '^jnan P trait. Keith is arrested a.t Carson City. charged with the murder. Ids Ing a ruffian named Black Bart. ^ neg^ companion In his cell nam_ed ^eb tells him sayL one of the murdéred“men was John Blbley. the other Gen WllllsW^te. formerly a Confederate officer. The plainsman and Neb escape, and later the fugitives come u¿>n a cabin and find Its occupant to be a young girl, wiionn ICelth tninK he slw at Carson City. The gir explains that she Is In search of a brother, who had deserted from the army, and tbat a Mr. Hawley Induced her to come tc tne cabin while he sought her brother ^a’^ ley appears, and Keith In hiding ” nlMS him as Black Bart There Is a terrific battle In the darkened room ^ Keith is victor. Horses are aPproprmted and the girl who says that lier ^ame is Hope, Joins in the escape. Keith explains his situation and the fugitives Fort Karned, where the girl is left with the hotel landlady. Miss Hope tells that she Is the daughter of General V alte. Keith and Neb drift into Sh^idan. where Keith meets an old friend P^ahbaln. Keith meets the brother of Hope W^te. under the assumed name of Fred vvii loughby. and becomes convinced that Black Bart has some P'ot involving the two. Hope learns that Gen. Waite who was thought murdered, is at Sheridan, and goes there, where she is n^ftaken for Christie Maclalre. the Carson City singer Keith meets the real Christie Maclaire and finds that Black Bart has convlnted her that there Is a mystery n her life which he is going to turn to her advantage. The plainsman tells Hope Waite of h«r resemblance to Christie M^cl^re 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 learn what repreesntationa Black Bart has made to Christie Maclalre. Hope suggests that In order to learn the secret she must briefly Impersonate the stage singer. Dr. Falrbaln Is In love with ChFistle 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 flv. greatly alarmed, demurs. General appears and says Black Bart lias s^len papers from him regarding an Inheri-tanea. CHAPTER XXXI.—(Continued.) been standing, the trampled sod fevl denclng they must have been there foi some considerable time. Keith ani the sheriff circled out until they final ly struck the trail of the party, whlct led forth southwest across the prairie “Seven horses, oné being led light, said the former. “That was Scott'a probably.” "That’s the whole story,” repllef the sheriff, staring off toward th< bare horizon, “and the cusses have af least six hours start with fresli horses." He turneJ around. “Well boys, that takes ’em out of my balll wick, I reckon. Some of the rest you will have to run that gang down.” CHAPTER XXXII. Falrbaln and Christie. Dr. Falrbaln had originally JolneA the searching party, fully as eager ai Keith himself to run down the rene gade Hawley, but after an hour of ro sulUess effort, his entire thought shift ed to tie woman they had left alone at the hotel. He could not. as yet fully grasp the situation, but he re malned loyal to the one overpowerini truth that he loved Christie Maclalre Fairbaln’s nature was rough, orl& Inal, yet loyal to the core. He hai lived all his life long in army camps and upon the frontier, and his cods of honor was extremely simple. M never once occurred to him that Chris tie’s profession was not of the highest or that her life and association* In any way unfitted her for the future To his mind she was the one and onlj His last memory of her, as filed out of “I have told you my name—Jack Keith.” he replied, quietly. "Doctor Fair' ain k"Ows something of me, but Tor your further Information I will add that when we met before I was Captain Keith. Third Virginia Cavalry. And bearing dispatches from Hong st,reet tq StonewalT^acksdh.” * The gruff old soldier, half-crazed by the news of his daughter's peril, the gleam of his eyes still revealing uncontrolled temper, stared at the younger face fronting him; then slowly he held out his hand. "‘K^it^—Keith,” he repeated, as tho'ugh bringing back the name with an effort. “By God. that's so—old Jefferson Keith’s boy—killed at An- tletam. And you know Hope?" ‘Yes, General.” “Here, Shcrlftl This Is One of Hawiey’s Menl” He looked about as though dazed, and the sheriff broke In not unkindly. “Well, Waite. If we are going to search for your daughter we better bo at It- Come on, all of you; Mlss Maclalre will bo safe enough here alone.” He took hold of Keith’s arm. questioning him briefly as they passed flown the hall. On the stairs the latter took his turn, still confused by what be had Just heard. “Who Is Miss Maclalre?” ho asked. “Phyllis Gale.” “Of course, but who is Phyllis Gale? What has she to do with General Waite? His daughter has told me she never heard of any one by that name.” “Well. Keith, che old man has never “Sure; it’s clear enough how that came about. The boy told him about the lost heiress his father was searching after, -and showed him his sister s picture. "‘Black Bhrt’ insthntly recognized her resemblance to Christie Maclalre. and thought he saw a good chance for some easy money. He needed the papers, however, to ascertain exactly the t«rms of the will, and what would be necessary for the identification. He never Intended to go into court, but hoped to either get Waite out of the way, or else convince him that Christie was the girl, relying on her graUtude for his profits. When Waite played Into his hands by coming to Carson City the chance was too good to be lost. I’m not sure he meant to kill him. but he did mean to have those papers at any cost Probably you know the rest—the girl wa# easy because she was so Ignorant of her parentage, and nothing prevented Hawley from winning except that Walte got mad and decided to flghK That knocked over the whole thing. They were outside now, and the first touch of the cool night air, the first glance up and down the noisy street, brought Keith to himself, his mind ready to grapple with the problem of Hope’s disappearance. It seemed to him he had already looked everywhere, yet there was. nothing to do except to continue the search, only more systematically. The sherlL. assumed control—clear headed, and ac- Scott. He staggered back at the recognition, barely able to ejaculate. "Here, Sheriff! This is one of Hawley’s men!” The sheriff was behdlng instafttiy above the jcorpse. searching for the truth. “You know the fellow?” “Yes, his name was Scott.’’ “Well, he’s been dead some hour*, at least six I should say; shot just above the eye, and good Heavens! look here, Keith, at the size of this bullet wound; that’s no man’s gun In this country—no more than a ‘32’ I’d say. told me very much; he’s pretty closemouthed. except for swearing, but I’ve 1 sumea read his papers, and picked up a Point customed to that sort o^ Homitlea to papers, ana picKeu up a pomv deputies to or two. 1 reckon the daughter. Miss | Hope, maybe never heard a about It. but the boy—the one that word assist, and fairly combing the town from one end to the other. Not a rat wás shot—must have stumbled onto I dmgged“down%htt íhV’íwhaTterfhTft «treet. or It. IntersecUn, aUei^^ Miss Waite had'a small revolver. She must have shot the tjpllow. But why did they leave the body here to be discovered?” The sheriff arose to his feet, prowling about In the brightening glow of the dawn. “They were in a hurry to get away, and knew he wouldn’t be found before morning. A six hours’ start means a good deal. They did drag him back out of sight—look here. This was where th^ struggle toek place, and here is where the man fell,” tracing It out upon the ground. “The girl put up a stiff fight, too^ee where they dragged her up the path. From the footprints there must have been half a dozen In the party. Get back out of the way, Sims, while I follow their trail.” It was plain enough, now they had daylight to assist them, and led around the edge of the hill. A hundred feet away they came to where horses had woman. the lltüe party of men that room, haunted him until he fin ally dropped out of the search and drifted back toward the hotel. It was a late hour, yet it was hardly likely the woman had retired. Her excitement, her interest in the pursuit would surety prevent that; he was certain he saw a light still burning in her room, as he looked up from the black street below. Never theless he hesitated, uncertain of hit reception. Bluff, emphatic, nevei afraid to face a man In hla Ufe, hla heart now beat fiercely as he endeav ored to muster the necessary cour age Far down the dark street som. roysterer fired a shot, and sudden feai lest he might be sought after professionally sent the doctor hurrledlj within, and up the stairs. He stood, just outside her door, quaking like a child the perspiration beading his forehead. but a light streamed through the transom, and he plainly hear movements within. At last. In a sudden spasm of courage, he knocked softly. Even In that noisy spot she heard Instantly, opening the door without hesitation, and standing dressed within. She was no discouraged, sobbing girl, into Bread should have a sweet, nutty flavor, never a flavor of yeast. The quick breads which may be made in three to five hours are all right for an emergency, but for every day living the better bread Is made with a small quantity of yeast Swedish Rolls.—Take. a.> pint, of scalded milk, a cake of compressed yeast or half a cup of the liquid yeast, half a cup of luke warm water, three eggs, a half cup of butter, a half cup pf sugar, a teaspoonful of salt. Make R sponge and prepare the dough as in all biscuit mixtures made with yeast. When light, roll Into a sheet a fourth pf an Inch thick, brush with butter pprinkle with sugar and cinnamon and currants; roll up like a Jelly roll, cut in rounds and set on end, side by side. In a pan; when light bake about half p.n hour. When baked brush with egg and milk, or sugar and milk and return to the oven to brown. Tomato Biscuit.—Roll a light dough piade like French bread, of a cup of warm water, a half a yeast cake, a half teaspoonful of salt, and four cups pf flour. Use two cups of the flour to make the dough and half of the water. Knead well and shape in a small ball. Make two cuts in the top about a fourth of an inch deep, then place the hall in a small sauce pan of tepid water, cut side up. In a few minutes the hall will begin to swell and float on the top of the water. When quite light, remove it with a skimmer to a bowl containing the salt and the rest of the water. Stir in enough flour to make a dough stiff enough to knead, nearly two cups, and let stand In a w'arm place until light. Roll out the dough In a sheet half an inch thick, cut in four-inch squares, brush the corners with cold water, then fold them over to meet in the center; press the corners down upon the dough below. Arrange In a biscuit pan so that they will just touch each other, brush with melted butter; when risen to double In bulk brush again with butter and bake. German Coffee Cake.—Soften a veast cake (compressed) in a fourth Of a cup of water; add two cups of scalded milk, cooled, and flour to make a batter. When light add four eggs beaten without separating, one cup of melted butter, one cup of sugar, the Juice and rind of a lemon, a teaspoon ful of salt. Knead and when light roll tn a sheet, butter and sprinkle with almonds chopped fine. —don’t you want to see them? Peep into other people’s new homes and get the latest ideas for your o^m decorating. Oui book tells about the FREE Color Plans our expert designers will send you for any room* you wish to decorate. You will be glad tc know more about The Beautiful W^all Tint n exquisite in color and quality it if used In the mo« expensive modem homes thoufh It costa far leaa than «rail paper or paint. Kalsomlne colors appear baria and crude beside the soft-bued Alabastin* tints. Goea furthest on the walls and is easiest to use. FuU directions on every paclcaee—simply mi* with cold wate and put on. Does not chip, peel or rub off. 16 Beautiful Colors and — fViii our Color Plans you can easily hanje the most artistic home in your neighborhood. Send for onr FREE BOOK FuU $ lb. pkt. White 50c. Resular TinU 5 Sc. Alabastinc Company 5C firwdvffle B»*i Or»< lUaMs. Mich. Mr* Oh. Doh i. IBS Witer SL jírmmkle Reducer Corset is fully longer a hut an aroused, intent woman, whose patheUc. lonely life there had come 8 new hope. She appeared younger, fairer, with the light shimmering In her hair and her eyes smiling welcome. “Oh. Doctor.” and her hands were thrust out towards himi “I am glad you have come. Somehow. I thought you would, and I have wanted so to talk to some one—to ypu.” “To me! Eto you really mean that. Miss Christie?” KANT flowers In the soul’s front yard. Set out new shade and blossom trees An* let the soul once froze an Sprout crocuses of new idees. Yes, clean yer house, an’ clean yer shed An’ clean yer barn In ev’ry part; But brush the cobwebs from yer head, the snowbanks from yer An’ sweep heart. —Sam Foss. Bvery stout woman needs this Corset. Already worn by mllUons. Patented features absolutely prevent breaking at the sides. Reduces the abdomen 3 to & inches without lujury. Warranted to give satisfaction. AT DEALERS or sent direct for $1 JO Armorslde Style 207, for medium and slender Acures, tl.00 BIBOSEY-SOMERS CO. 233 FIFTH AVENUE, NEW YORK Perhaps the surest thing in this life the friend you can’t depend on when you really need him. A pure, mild and potent laxative, Garfield Tea 1 Ail druggists. Literal. ‘Did you take the fast train west?” ‘No; I left that for the engineer to do.”—Baltimore American. No Blight There. First Editor—I see that there Is a chestnut tree blight. Second Edftor—Don’t worry; we are getting chestnuts by every malL Sure Thing. “Do you believe she will love me long?” “Well, I know she won't love you shorL” An Exception to the Rule. “Jinks is a man who has his hammer out on all occasions. “1 bet there Is one occasion where he hasn’t.” “When’s that?” “When It’s time to put down the carpet.” SOME GOOD OLD DISHES. FASHIONED “Yes 1 really mean that, you great bear of a man.” and the girl laughed lightly, dragging him Into the room and closing the door. “Why, who else could I expect to come to-night? You were the only one really good to me. Yoo^you acted as If you believed la me all the time—” ITO BK CONTINUED.) seems Mrs. Waite’s maiden name was Plerpont, and when she was seventeen years old she was married to the son of a rich North Carolina planter. The fellow was a drunken, dissolute, good-for-nothing. They had a daughter born—this Phyllis—and when the child was three years old her father. In a fit of drunken rage, ran away, and to spite his wife took the lltUe girl with him. All efforts to trace them failed, and the mother finally secured a divorce and. two years later, married Wlllls Walte. Walte. of course, knew these facts, but probably they wore never told the children. When the father of Mrs. Waite’s first hus- -but it was without result; nowhere was there found a trace of either the gambler or his companion. They dug Into saloons, bagnios, dance-halls. searching back rooms and questioning Inmates; they routed out every occup§.nt of the hotel, invaded boarding houses, and explored shacks and tents. Indifferent to the protests of those disturbed—but without resulL They found several who knew Hawley, others who had seen the two together passing by the lighted windows of the Trocadero, but beyond that—nothing. Convinced, at last, that the parties songht were not alive in Sherldsm, and beginning to fear the worst, the searchers separated, and .pr.adu.g forth ovor th,^ h..ch ty to his grandchild, providing she could be found and identífled within a certain time, falling which the property was to be distributed among certain designated charities. Waite was named sole administrator. Well, the surrounding .prairie, and by the light of lanterns seeking any semblance of trail. There was no lack of volunteers for this work, but it was aay-llght before the slightest clue presented itself. Keith, with the sUprtff old man took as much i*^«rest In it as three others, had groped though it was his own girl, but made outward unUl. with the first mighty little progress - - ----- r little progress. He did dls- . they found themselves cover that the father b^ taken the opening of a small rocky ?m- SL Louis and left here there 1 « * child to SL LOUIS ana len nere mere i “Boots Hill.” with a woman named ^yn^nd, but | down into Its still shadowed after the woman dl^ the i^rl com- j . they discerned what appeared plet^T dlaappeared. „ i iika a body lying there motíonleaa. "Tl/en Miss Maclaire is I «^jt^ .sprang down beside IL and turo- W^eite’s balf-pHter?” I ^ form over ontll the dead ’’That’d the war it took, imw.’’’ ravealed In the wan light— He Lagged Superfluous. Pittsfield. In the Berkshire hills, had in the old days, like many anglMier New England town, a number of men and women who were called “characters.” One of these was “Bill” Brown, a man unfortunately addicted to drink, and frequently Intoxicated for days at a time. On one occasion he went into the shop of ths local hatter. Mr. Smith, and asked for the best beaver in the store. Mr Smith produced the desired article, saying as he took the money: "’fhat beaver will last a man a lifetime.” BUI went proudly down the main street with his fine beaver on his nead, and immediately celebrated the event- with a protrsujted debauch. When he recovered he returned to the shop with a most dlsrepnL able haL **Lo<ri' here, 1 thought you aaid this here beaver would last me a lifetime.” "So it would." growled Mr. Smith. "If you nad died when yoii ought to!”—Youth’a companion. bears fulfillment. If she finlshee up aa she began there tc no teRlng what the gods may have in store for her. When the news got about that there was a brand new baby In the family a friend made inquiries snd learned that the newcomer was a Utile boy, named RoberL “RobertT” inquired, the friend. “I can’t think of anyone in the family after whom the baby la named. 1 never heard of a Robert am either side of the house.” “No.^ spoke up Beatrice. "I had a llttte dog that died and I asked papa to nama my brother after my doggie. And he did." le a* Lucky Kid Beatrtoe Slm^temr of Mfléa gy# _ _ ____ one I» a lucky kid, saye the Clayalaa^ •toa Háwlay ««fely happened im | moustacheá Leader. Brery one et her glAdA' •MMe wn to the fight psjftyr ™ ‘ The Cholee of Vocation. This year the Harvard summer school will have for the first time a vocational course, which it is intended ■hall giye teachers an idea of the way in which to guide their pupila in the choice of a vocaUon The course# of the summer are open to both men abd women, and no doubt both will take advantage .lha odurM. sa the sposaiblUty of tbe taaober tp tbta d^ rostlon I# coming to be leeogi^ipi suae aad a|ef% For those who prefer to make their pwn mustard to use on the table for porned beef and cabbage, the following is a good one to prepare: ' German Mustard.—Mix one-half a pup of dry mustard with a fourth of a each of salt and sugar and a fourth of a teaspoonful of cayenne. *tlr In two tablespoonfuls of melted Dutter. the juice of one onion and vinegar to make a thin paste. The story is told of a fussy man at a hotel in the west who sat down to a dinner of pork and beans. He r^ marked to the landlord that he never ate pork and beans. The landlord replied: “Then help yourself to the mustard ” He was not lacking in hospitality as long as there was mustard that wasn’t refused. Berry Muffins.—Mix thoroughly two 3UPS of sifted flour, one-half teaspoon-ful of salt and three teaspoonfuls of baking powder. Cream one-fourth of cup of butter, add a hglf cup ^ ■ugar and the well-beaten yolk of one •Kg a cup of milk and the flour mix turé- beat well. Add the white of egg beaten stiff, and stir in » heaping cup of well-washed blueberries, and rolled Mn flour. Bake in mulBn pans about 20 minutes. Fried Apples.—Core and apples, cutting In thin slices. a^anlte pan with butter, sprinkle with sugkr smd place in tbe oven to until tender. S®[^® fried sausage. The apples may he fried In some of the sausage faL add- ‘ne%rJtr¿uoe m the halv^ of lemons or oranfes. decorate tbe edges with a scallop if liked. What Every Woman Knows. A Cleveland school teacher writes that she asked her class what was the difference between the expressions, a while” and “a time." Nobody seemed to have any ideas on the subject. Finally the light of Intelligence was seen to shine In the eyes of one little boy. and the teacher called upon him to save tbe intellectual honor of the class. “I know, teacher!” he cried eagerly. “When papa says he’s going out fOT » while, mamma says she knows hei going out for a time!” That’s one way of looking at it.- _ Btereotyped Reply. Mrs. A.—Well, if It isn’t Mrs. a > atiHxnser von are! Why, it ■ What a stranger you are! quite five years since I ssw you. Mrs. B.-*Yes. Why haven’t you been ^°Mrs. dear! ypn bad tik weatlwr'fi bes»._ , What’s the Use yO{ Cooking When yon don’t have to> Post Toasties •re skiOiuny end fufly cooked •t the factory—ready to teiw diire<i| from package with cream and tugar if you Ukc. These thin bits of toasted com (sold hy grocers) are crisp, ddicious, satisfying and ccmvenimt. **Thm Memory Lingere Mafisbr CompsBV. IsSi fxitm Food FoMortos ••Mto CcMk. Mlsb. , /

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