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V. jtt^v$;. I lifiiI , ' V: . i ; 7, /,/'" -\t ;;**y- /' . CROOKEI STIW <2 Milium M& COPYRIGHT.E>"Y G..W.I CHAPTER HI?Continued. The little doctor came briskly Into the room. "Everybody out but the nurse. You've had company enough for one day. Luck," he announced cheerily. Kate followed Maloney and his prisoner to the porch. "About the letters of your friend that was shot," she said to Curly. "Doctor Brown was 'telling me what you said. I'll see they roach Miss Anderson. Do you know in what restaurant she works?" "No. Mac didn't tell me." The boy gulped to swallow an unexpected lump in.his throat. "They was expecting to get married soon." "I?I'll write to her," Kate promised, her eyes misty. "I'd be obliged, miss. Mac was a good boy. Anyone will tell you that. And he was awful fond of her. He talked about her that last night before the camp ,fire. Bad companions got **' ?~?. Knf V? r\ rnt'A IVAtllfl Ill III WlVlljj, UUL lie ouie nuuiu have settled down into a good man. That's straight goods, too. You write It strong." "I've changed my mind. I'll not write but go to see her." Curly could only look his thanks. Words seemed strangely Inadequate. But Kate understood the boy's unspoken wish and nodded her head reassuringly as he left the room. Kite Bonfils and Moloney took Curly back to Saguache and turned liim over to Sheriff Bolt. "How about ball?" Moloney asked. The sheriff1 smiled. He was a long lean leather-faced man with friendly. eyes from which humorous wrinkles radiated. "Oh. say two thousand." ' "You're on." - '1- 'j-P.' "What I" I A cow-puncher with fifty dollars two weeks.after .pay day was a rarity. No wonder Bolt was surprised. "it's not mv mouev. Luck Cullison ' Is going bail for liira," Moloney explained. "Luck Cullison!" Moloney's words had surprised the exclamation from Curly. Why should the owner of the Circle C of all men go bail for him? The sheriff commented dryly on the fact. "I thought this kid was the one that shot him." "That was just a happenstance. Curly shot to save his bacon. Luck don't hold any grudge." Bolt belonged to the political party opposed to Cullison. He had been backed by Cass Fendrick, a sheepman in feud with the cattle interests and in particular with the Circle C outfit. But he could not go back on his word. He and Maloney called together on the district attorney. An hour later Dick returned to the jail. "It's all right, kid," he told Curly. "You can shake off the dust of Saguache from your hoofs till court meets in September." To Flandrau the news seemed foo good for the truth. Less than twentyfour hours ago he had been waiting for the end of the road with a rope around his neck. Now he was free to slip a saddle on his pony Keno and gallop off as soon as he pleased. While he and Maloney were sitting opposite each other at the New Orleans Hash House waiting for a big steak wtli onions lie asked questions. "I don't savvy Cullison's play. Why . iwl fr>P lor IS lie digging ll]l L?u Uiuumuu ?v/? rue? How does he know I won't eflt my stick for Mexico? Do you suppose Miss K:ite made him?" "1 reckon maybe she influenced him. r.ut why did she? Vou don't figure that curly topknot o:' yours is disturbing her dreams any. do you?" "Quit your joshing and tell me M il) "I can't tell you for sure. Rut here's ?w Ci]os<. Don't cost you a cent if you ain't satisfied with it. First ol~, there ! was pour Mac shot by tiie Circle C boys. Course Mac wjis a horse thiol', but then he was a kid. too. Thar win- I ricd the little girl some. She got to ' thinking about 15 rut her Sam and how he might be In the same lis cue of these days as you are now. lie's on her mind a good deal, Sam is. Same j way with the old man tou, 1 reckon. : though lie don't say much. Weil, slu- j decided Soupy Stone had led you ; astray like he's doing with Sara. It got to worrying her for fear her brother might need a friend some time. So she handed over her worry to the old i inan and iuade him dig up for you." "That's about it. Tell me wlu.t you j know of Sam." "Sam is ail right, but he has got off wrong foot first. lie and tlie old man got to kind of disagrccin; , for the kid was a wild colt. Come by it honestly from the old man, too. Well, they hud j a row one time when Sam got into I trouble. Luck told him he never wanted to see him again. Sain lit out, and next folks knew lie was trailing with Soapy's gang." "Looks like some one ought to be able to pry him loose from that bunch," Curly.mused aloud. .Moloney grinned across at hint, j c?,eod'H2gizz& 31 LLiIT^lGi HAM COT-'IF'.AJSr^r ?i ~an ii :) I ! "You try it, s.on. You've always led a j good pious liTe. Lie sure would listen j to you." ' He had said it as a jest, but Curly ; | did not laugh. Why not? Why j shouldn't lie hunt up Sam and lot hlin I know how his folks were worrying j about him? He was footloose till SopI tembor and out of a job. For he could j not go back to the Map of Texas with ; his hat in Ills hand and a repentant j whine on his lips. Why not hike into I the hills and round up the hoy7 "Damn if I don't lake a crack at it." The man on the other side of the ) table stared at him. "Meaning that, are you?" "Yep." "Might be some lively if Soapy gets wise to your intentions," lie said in a casual sort of way. "I don't aim to declare them out loud." That was all they said about It at that time. The rest of the evening was devoted 'to pleasure. ? Since their way was one for several miles Moloney and Curly took the road together next morning at daybreak. Their ponies ambled along side by side at the easy gait characteristic of tlie Southwest. Your plainsman is a taciturn individual. These two rode for an hour without exchanging a syllable. At Willow Wash their ways diverged. They parted with the casual "So-lopg; sec you later." Curly was striking for the headwaters of Dead Cow creek, where Soapy Stone had a horse ranch. About two o'clock he reached a little park in the hills. In the middle of which, by a dry creek, lay a ranch. The young man at first thought the place was deserted for the day, hut when he called a girl appeared at the door. She was a young person of soft curves aud engaging dimples. Beneath the brown checks of Arizona i whs :i i.ii'.k tlint came anu went mt.v attractively. Curly took off his dusty gray hat. *3?irail!' | *jf$\ j "I'll Bet I'm Tco Late to Draw Any 1 Dinner." ! I "Buenos tank's, sonorita! I'll bet I'm j i ton late to draw anv dinner." , ? ! Buenos, sonor." slio answered ] i promptly. "I'll l?et you'd lose your I money. You can wash over there l?y 1 the pump. There's a towel on the | fence." She disappeared into the house and j Curly took care of his horse, washed, I and sauntered hack to the porch. He could stftell potatoes frying and could j , hear the sizzling of ham and egjs. While he ate, the girl llilte<I in and out. soft-looted and graceful, ropien- j islrng his plate from time to time. I'resent ly he discovered that her fa- ! titer was away hunting strays on j Stud; creek, that the nearest neighbor i was seven miles distant and that ! Stone's ranch was ten miles farther up Dead Cow. "Kver moot :i lad onllocl Sain Cul* lison?" the guest asked en it I ess! v. Curly was hardly prepared to see the color whip into her c!iceks or to ' meet the qniel: stubbing look she fast- J tietl on him, "You're looking for him. tire you?' she s.-ihl. "I>o yon know him?" I!e shook his head. She looked at him very steadily before she spoke again. "Yon J.v.ven'i met him yet, but you i wjnt Is that It?" 'Thai's it." "Wili you luive another egg?" Flat dm;; laughed. ",Yo. thnalts. Staying tip at Stone's, is he?" "How should I know who's staying i til Stone's?" i It was quite plain she did r.ot in- i tend to tell anything that would hurt j young Ctillison. "Are you expecting to stop fu the j hills long?or just visiting?" "Yes," Curly answered, with his \ most innocent blank look. | "Yes which?" ' "Why, whichever you like, Miss j Lrmdori7 Wbhi's worrying yon? If 1 you'll ask me plain out I'll know how \ to answer you." "So you know my name?" "Anything strange about that? The i ?ar 09 is the London brand. I saw your calves in the corral with their flanks still sore. Naturally I assume the young lady I meet here Is Miss Laura London." "What do you want with Sam Cullison? Are you friendly to him? Or aren't you?" "Ladies first. Are you friendly to him? Or aren't you?" Curly smiled gnyly across the table at her. A faint echo of bis pleasantry ; began to dimple the corners of her mouth. Both of them relaxed to peals of laughter, and neither Cf- them quite _ knew the cause of their hilarity. "Oh, you!" she reproved when she had sufficiently recovered. "So you thought I was a detective or a deputy sheriff. That's certainly I funDy." "Vni" "U T l-nnrtr T7nf mil m!lV ' be I one." < ' "I never did see anyone with a disposition so dark-eomplected as yours. If you won't put them suspicions to sleep I'll have to table my cards." From his pocket he drew a copy Of the Saguache Sentinel and showed her a marked story. "Maybe that will explain what I'm doing up on Dead , Cow." This Is what Laura London read: "From Mesa comes the news of another case of bold and flagrant rustling. On Friday night a bunch of horses belonging to the liar Double SI wpre rounded up and driven across the mountains to this city. The stolen animals were sold. here this morning, after which the buyers set out at once for the border and the thieves made themselves scarce. It Is claimed that the rustlers were members of the notorious Soapy Stone outfit. Two of the four were identified, It is alleged, as William Cranston, generally known as 'Dad Bill,' and a young vaquero called 'Curly' Flandrau. "In cnse the guilty parties are apprehended the Sentinel hopes an exam-pie will be made of^era that will deter others of like stamp from a practice that has of late been far too common. Lawlessness seems to come In cycles. Just now the southern tier of counties appears to be suffering from such a sporadic attack*. Let all good men combine to stamp It The time lias parsed when Arizona must stand as a synonym for anarchy." She looked up at the young man breathlessly, her pretty lips parted, her dilated eyes taking him in solemnly. A question trembled on her lips. "Are you this man "mentioned here? What's his name?'Curly' Flandrau?" j "Yes." "And you're a rustler? Why. do men do such things?" letting the hands that held the paper drop into her lap helplessly. "You don't look bad. Anyone would think?" Her - sentence tailed out and died away. She was still looking at Curly, but he could see that her mind had llown to some one else. lie would have bet a month's pay that she was thinking of another lad who was wild hut did not look had. Flandrau rose and walked round the tuhle to her. "Much obliged. Miss Laura. I'll shake hands on that with you. You've guessed it. Course, me being so 'notorious' I hare to admit it. hut I ain't had any more than he is." She gave liim a quick shy lock. "You moan ihis 'lind Hill?'" "You know who I moan. all right. ! ilis name is Sam Cullison. Ami you ! nociln't to tell ine where he Is. I'll liutl him.'' "1 know you. don't mean any harm to him." lint she said it its if sin* were pleading with hint. "C'rcct. 1 don't.. Can you tell an how to get to Soapy Stone's ranch from here, Miss London?" She laughed. Her douhts were vanishing like mist before the sunshine. "Good guess. At least he was there the last I heard." "And I expect your information is I pretty recent." That drew another little laugh, accompanied by a blush. "Don't you think I have told you enough for one day, Mr. Handrail?' "That 'Mr.' sounds too solemn. My j friends call me 'Curly,'" he let her 1 know. 1 She remembered that he was a stranger and a rustler and she drew up stiffly. Tiffs pleasant young tetany i was too familiar. "If you take this trail to the scrub pines above, then keep duo north for about four miles, you'll strike the creek again, .lust follow the trail along it to the horse ranch." With that she turned on her heel and walked into the kitchen. Curly had not meant to be "fresh." lie was always ready for foolery wit I. the girls, hut he was not ilit? sort to go too far. Now he blamed himself for having moved too fast. He had of- ! fended her .sense of what was the i proper thing. There was nothing for it but to saddle and take the road. CHAPTER IV. A Bear Trap. The winding trail led up to the ; Berub pines and L'rum there north into j the hills Curly had not traveled far j when he heard the sound of a gun fired three times in quick succession, j He stopped to listen. Presently there I came a faint call for lielp. Curly cantered around the shmldcr | of the hill and saw a mnn sqralling ; on the ground, lie was stooped for- i ward in an awkward fashion with his I back to Klamlrau. "What's up?" At the question 1 lie man looked over his shoulder. 1'ain and helnless rage ! burned in the doepsot black eves. "Nothing at all. . Moii'l juu see I'm i Just taking a nap?" lie answered quietly. . Curly recognized him now. Tlie man x v ^ '^P. "What's Up?" ' ^ was Soapy""Stooe. " XittTfe" beads'^of perspiration stood out all over his forehead. A glance showed the reason. One of his hands was caught In a bear trap fastened to a cottonwood. Its jaws held him so that hue could not move. The young man swung from the back of.Keno. He found the limb of a cottonwood about as thick as his forearm below the elbow. This he set close to the trap.*''> - "Soon as I get the Up open shove her in," he told Stone. The rescuer slipped the toes of his boots over the lower lip and. caught the upper one with both hands. Slowly the mouth of the trap opened. Stone slipped in.,,the wooden wedge and wlthdr.erw his ;crushed wrist. By great good fortupe the steel had caught on the leather gauntlet he was wearing. Otherwise It must have mangled the arm to a pulp. Even now he was suffering a good deal. "You'll have to let a doc look at it," Curly suggested, i Stone agreed. "Beckon I better strike for the Bar 99." His horse had;' disappeared, but Curly helped him:t? the. back of Keno. Together they took the trail for the Bar 99. On the face of the wounded man gathered *he moisture caused by intense paid. "Hard 'sledding, looks like," Curly sympathized. "Reckon I can stand the grief," Stone grunted. Nor did he speak again until they reached the' ranchland Laura London looked nt him from a frighteued face. "What is II?" "Rau a slcver In my finger, Miss Laura. Too foajl to trouble you," Soapy answered with a sneer on his thin lips. i A rider for the Bar 09 had Just ridden up and Laura sent him at once for the doctor. She led the way into the house and swiftly gathered bnnduges, a sponge and a basin of water. Together she and Curly bathed and wrapped the wound. Laura was as gentle as she could be. "I know Tin hurting you," she said, her fingers trembling. "Not a bit of It. Great pleasure to have you for a nurse. I'm certainly in luck." Curly did not understand the bitterness in the sardonic face und he resented it. That something was wrong between theiu Curly couLd see. Soapy was very polite in-spite of his bitterness, but his hard eyes watched her as a cat does u mouse. Moreover, the girl wus afraid of him. He could tell that by the timid startled way she had of answering. Now, why need she fear the man? It would be as imicli as his life was worth to lift a hand to hurt her. After the doctor had come aud had I attended to the crushed wrist Curly: stepped out to the porch to And Laura. "I'm right sorry for what I said. 1 Miss Laura. Once in a while a fel- 1 low makes a mistake. If lie's as big a chump us I am it's liable to happen a ' little oftcner. But I'm not really one j1 of those smart guys." Out came her gloved hand in the 1 firmest of grips. "I know that now. You didn't think. 1 And I made a mistake. I thought you 1 were taking advantage because I had ' been friendly. I'm glad you spoke ... i#. Thorn's! anout ic. hum ? something I want you to do for me." 4 I expect maybe I'll do It." "It's about that boy he has up there." She gave a hopeless little gesture toward the hills. "Sam Culllson?" "Yes." "What about him?" "He's bent on ruining hira, always hns beeu ever since he got a hold on him. I cau't tell you how I know It, but I'm sure? And now he's morei set on It than ever." "Jealous, is he?" , "Yes. If he can drag Sam down j and get him into trouble he'll jay off ; two grudges at once. And he will too. | You'll see. He's wily as an Indian. ; For that matter there Is Apache blood j in him, folks say." "What about young Culllson; Can't j he make a fight for himself?" I1 "Ob, you know how boys are. Sam : Is completely under this man's infill- I enee." ITer voice broke a little. "And i I can't liolp him. I'm only a gill. lie won't listen to me. What Sam needs is a man friend, one just as strong and determined as Soapy but one who. is : good and the right sort of an infiu- i ence." "Are you picking me for that re- i sponsible friend who is to be ouch a powerful influence for good?" Curly | asked Willi a smile. j , < "Yes?yes, I am." 'She looked up at J him confident!}'. 11 Curly met her on_thc ground of her i own seriouineis." "I'll tell you something. Miss Laura. Maybe you'll be glad to know that the reason I'm going to the horse ranch Is to help Sam Cullison if I can." He went on to tell her the whole story'of what the Ctillisons had done for him. In all that he said there was not one word to suggest such a thing, but I.aura London's mind jumped thegaps to a knowledge of the truth thatCurly himself did not have. The young man was in love with Kate Cullison. She was sure of It. When Curly walked back .Into the house. Stone laid down the paper he had been reading. "I see the Sentinel hints that Mr. Curly Flandrau had better be lynched," he jeered. "The Sentinel don't always hit the t " C - " ,1..??ttahn rr Dill I s-cye, ooupy, reiumcu uuc juuuo nism evenly. "It thinks I belong to the Soapy Stone outfit, but we know I haven't that honor." Soapy frowned at-.him under the heavy eyebrows thnt gave him so menacing an effect. "Better, come ba.ck with me to the ranch.till you look around." "Suits me right down to the ground if It dees you,". Some one came whistling into the house and opened the door of the room. lie was a big lank fellow with i shotgun in his hands. "From Missouri" was stamped all over his awkward frame. Be stood staring at his tne'xpcctcd guests. His eyes, clashing with those of Stone, grew chill and hard. "So you're back here again, are von?" he asked,looking pretty black. Stone's , lip smile moc^d him. "I hm't know how you guessed it, but 1 aire am here." "I >!ilu*t 1 tell you to keep away from lie Bur !)'J?you and your whole cursed ut lit "Seems to me you did mention sorae hing of that sort. But how was I to mow whether you meant It unless I nine hack to see?" i .1,..... nnmo Infn Mio room and Hinged herself beside her father.. Her .iiiihI rested lightly on his forearm. "He got ranght In one of your bear traps and this young man brought hira .ere to wait for the doctor," she explained. "limp!" The Missouri an stared without civility at his guest, turned on his heel, iml with his daughter beside him marched out of the room. He could int decently tell Stone to leave.while he was under the care of a doctor, but lie did not Intend to make blra welcome. "We'll pull our freights right away, Curly," Stone nnnounced as soon as his host had gone. The young man went to the stable and saddled Keno. While he was tightening the cinch u shadow fell across his shoulder. He did not need to iook round to see whose it was. "I'm so glad you're going to the horse ranch. You will look out for Sam. I don't know why, but I have the greatest confidence In you," the owner of the shadow explained sweetly. Curly smiled bkindly over Ills shoulder at her. "Fine! That's a good uplifting line of talk, Miss Laura. Now what is It I'm to do for you?" She blushed and laughed at the same time. Her hand came from behind her hack. In it was a letter. "That's to be my pay for giving Master 8am his billy doo. Is It?" "Ilow did you guess? It Is a letter to Sam." "Ilow (lid I guess It? Shows I'm smv a wise, don't It?" She saw her father coming and handed him the letter quickly. "Ilete. Take it." A spark of mischief lit her eye and the dimples came out on her cheeks. "Good-by, Curly." (To be Continued). PARISIANS DRINK GOAT'S MILK Decrease of Cattle Reserve Booms New Business. The constant decrease in France's cattle reserve has had the effect of restoring an industry which has been lost sight of, at least in the larger cities, for two generations, the vending af goats' milk says a Paris dispatch. Even the most aristocratic quarters 3f Paris are now being visited each morning by employes of a Montrouge goat herd, leading three or four of the milk giving animals and offering is many litres as the customer may ivish?and willing to pay for. The business is apparently a pre [table one, despite the fact that goats now cost nearly twenty times as much is before the war. The milk is greatchildren and costs 2 francs a litre (40 !y sought for by mothers with sick cents in normal currency.) M. Soucaz Dwner of nearly 400 goats which are paraded every morning in the streets 3f Paris, Intends to increase his flock to 1,000 as soon as he can find the animals. GIVES HtJSBAND AWAY Dvinn Wcman Becjucaths Him to Her Friend. To have a husband left you by n woman friend as a death-bed legacy is a proceeding with as doubtful an outcome as vaccination. In the ease of Mrs. Lillic Fowler Ferris of San Francisco. it took. The man in the* case. Orren Fowler Sheafer. was "willin"' and so the wedding bells will ring Monday. The late Mrs. Sheafer and Mrs. Ferris shared a life-long friendship. During Mrs. Shenfer's illness a year ago she enjoyed the continual presence and devoted*care of her best friend. With the realization that her life was ebbing away came remembrance of the old proverb "Dost thou love thy friendV then give him thaj; which thou lor| value most." And of her"possessions, Mrs. Sheafer prised her husband most, so the bequest was made. . v.'VVv,*: THE HAPPY FAMILY Famous Philosopher Descsibes Perfect Living. This family ha:; a very ta'J, thic!:, unbragous and old tree, writes Dr. Frank Crane in the Atlanta Journal. The ancestral line run3 so far. back that "the m6mory of man runneth not to the contrary." Its oldest authenticated progenitor was old man "good health: Another* distinguished name among it's ancestor^ is youth,. Youth i3 not a recent episode; .it is the oldest thing in the world. The father's nantc. is love.* The mother's temperance. . , Among the aunts and uncles are discipline, common sense, unse'f, humility, and faith. The chief enemy of this family, the one who does most to injure it, is a man named envy. He ha3 a lot of spies, bullies, and hired mischief-workers, who .assist him in doing every possible thing to disrupt the happys. Among these are suspicion, hate, grudge, grouch, worry and despair. Sometimes one of the rascals gets a job as servant in the happy family, and. makes use of liis position to do all the damage, he. can. One of the sturdiest and handsomest of the happy, childreu is workT Ho does perhaps more than any to keep the family prosperous, and is looked up to and respected by all its members. The family lias Its Imitators. They are frauds, and have deceived and ruined many who have put it in tliern. Among these humbugs and cheats are alcohol, drugs, excess, luxury, glutton, and lust. One of the most charming and beloved members of the happy family is loyalty. Everybody, even the crooked and perverse, seem to love her. The family homo is a very attractive house on main street. Its foundations .were placed deep on the bed rock of honesty. Its builder and architect was simplicity. Its furnishings wore by. good taste. All its expenditures are looked after, and. its accounts kept, by thrift, with the able assistance of budget. Discretion, guards the door. There is but one rule in this house; it is, the golden, rule. , Gentleness and ,cheerfulness are always at home, and with courtesy apd thoughtfulness, invariably make all visitors, wclcorpc. , The rats of waste arc kept away by the cat whose name is carefulness. The butler has orders never to admit. speculators when ho calls. Jhe family doctor's name.is science. _ight and air are present all day, and at, night the laipps .are. lit. hy hopo. Thn f.nmllv hnw n nrnnor snlf-rp spoct, and arc intimate with no one on friendly terms witli and couched for by love and temperance. There is a good priest whose visits arc welcome and whose advice is followed: his name is conscience. JUDGE GEO. E. PRINCE Would Put Tardy Witnesses in Jail ?Stickler for Etiquette. Judge George E. Prince of Anderson, presiding at the term of the court of general sessions which opened yesterday, is a stickler for etiquette in the court room, and ho doesn't mind saying so. Judge Prince also possesses a keen sense of humor. A jurist of many years experience, and a close student of the law, he likes to hear a good argument, and to take part in it, but there is one matter on which he neither argues or allows argument, and that matter has to do with who is running the court. When he is ready to start a trial or other proceeding, he is ready to start, and he wants everybody who has any connection with the matter before the court to be there, and to be ready to start with gavel. And he is a great believer in jail as a place to put people when he wants to have them where . he can lay his hands on them, so to speak. Put 'Em in Jail. Several witnesses to appear before the grand jury were called, this morning, and when some of them failed to answer, Judge Prince told the solicitor to prepare bench warrants, and said that he would put those witnesses in jail until needed, if that were necessary, in order to secure the prompt attendance of witnesses. The judge went on to say that he had never held court In which the witnesses showed so much indifference and that he was going to remedy that condition of affairs. When the solicitor explained to the court that the fault lay largely with the magistrates, Judge Prince ordered that where a magistrate had failed to put witnesses under bond, he should, be called before the grand jury and ordered to explain, and the grand jury was to tell the court all about it.? . Greenville Piedmont. NOW THE."PEPPER RUB" Latest Tonsorial Scheme Gives Rosy Cheeks to Men. Have you noticed those bright, red cheeks the men are sporting lately?" Looks as if they had just come from a l ipping game of golf out in the open? eh what? Or as if they had just step- t ped from the fast little sport model road hound after doing: fifty miles across country. But it is a snare and a delusion. They are not the healthy, red blooded chaps you think they arc. They have just come from their pepper rub. It's the latest beauty process in- ^ vented by New York barbers, and it has been in the process of trying: out | in Detroit. It is a very simple process. The barber gives a close shave " Then he takes a can of red pepper and a little water. He rubs it in briskly? very briskly. It brings tears to Ihe eyes, but it also sets up an irritation and the red blood corpuscles rush to the surface. Then he applies a hot towel, dusts on a little talcum and ' the deed Is done. The customer steps out as rosy cheeked as. a chorus I * * . ' , [>'' rirl v.-ith n rjood'y supply 'rouge fat hand: The dark .* comp'lc^ipno t^kc more kindly to this Irralmcnt than the lighter shades, the latter ta:<C3.;a red that is so contrasting that it niay be suspected of-being paUita'^'l. V. 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We.dpn't'.^ ask the builders of the automobllcsiahy.i:'.? odds in this regard,, and youmay,bdpgL your work-to us with.. tpc. assurancethat it is not,-a temporary makeshift1, you arc after, but the REAli'THjl^G. -v JAS, A. JOHNSON, Prop. A . 'i. ?Very Muck We thank each and every .one ofour ^ customers?for .ih<v. business- given . kisuA during: the year 1920, nqw closing. It_ ' has not beeh the litest year evfcrftbTJt. lt has been- very g^od' to' us arrdtwefap- . preciate the support of the bpyipg P}ib- > ' lie In our line. , FOR THE NEW YEAR We wish for all mankind a prosperous- ./ and happy New Year in every legitimate endeavor. We trust, that ypu, '' and your friends will get everything that is good that you deserve and-more.'-; and as for us we promise, to; do tour. : best to', give you the very, besj: possible service in the way of supplying your >'? needs, in House Furnishings; Furnl-" ture antl such other goods ajrrwc.han-, >. die. We will appreciate-'a continuance of your patronage. May \Yp serve you? f PEOPLES FURNITURE COMPANY,-^; PROFESSIONAL GARDS. DR. WM. M. KENNEDY. ? DENTAL, SuifOEON ? v; Office on Second Floor of the Wyliii Building. Telephones: Office, D9: Residence, KM. YORK, - S. CI / . ? * ?TTT*ITVET*? U. is. t3HixiJLF?uai DOCTOR OF OPTICS Office Hours: 11 A. M. to 4 P. M.' YORK, - - - S. C. 'H YORK FURNITURE COT Undertakers ? Embalmers" YORK, - - s. c. In All Its Branches?Motor'Equipment. Prompt Service Day or Night In'' Town or Country. Dr. R. H. GLENN I; Veterinary Surgeon calls answered day or nlcftft ' Phono 92 " ' ' " york, - - - s. c: W. W. LEWIS H Attorney at Law y Rooms 205 and 206 Peoples Bank & Trust Co.'s Building', YORK,: . 8. C. Phones: Office 63. Residence 44 J. A- MARION ^ ATTORNEY AND COUNSELLOR AT LAW .-.rr Office opposite the Courthouse. Telephone No. 136, York Exchange. YORK. S. C. JOHN R. 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