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The Land of Br< A Stirring Story of the Mexican Revolution (Copyright. 1914. by SYNOPSIS. Bud Hooker and Phil De Lancey are forced, owing to a revolution In Mexico, to give up their mining claim and teturn to the L'niteM States. In the border town of Gadsden Bud meets Henry Kruger, a wealthy miner, who makes him a propo sition to return to Mexico to acquire title to a very rich mine which Kruger had blown up when he found he had been cheated out of the title by one Aragon. The Mexican subsequently had spent a large sum of money in an unsuccessful attempt to relocate the vein and then al- j lowed the land to revert for taxes. Hook er and De Lancey arrive at Fortuna, near where the Eagle Tail mine Is located. They engage Cruz Mendez to acquire the title for them and begin preliminary work. Aragon accuses them of jumping his claim. Hooker discovers that matrl- | monial entanglements prevent Mendez from acquiring a valid title. Phil, who has been paying attention to Gracla Ara- i gon. decides to turn Mexican and acquire the title. Aragon fails In his attempt to I drive them off the claim. A rich vein of j gold Is struck and work on the mine Is I stopped until the title can be* perfected. I Phil is arrested by Manuel del Rey, cap- ! tain of the rurales ano suitor of Gracia's. I He is released on premise to stay away from Graria. He ask.* Bud to take care of Gracia. The rebeU are defeated in a fierce battle near Fortuna. Phil deserts and returns to the *.*nited. States. Bud turns Mexican and t&kes steps to secure title to the mine In his own name. Hired assassins of Aragon make an unsuccess ful attack on Bud and four of them are killed. Rebels again attack Fortuna. Gracla asks Bud to escort her to the Amerl'-an line, with the intention of Join ing Phil, but Bud refuses. CHAPTER XXII?Continued. "Let the Mexicans fight it out." he e>aid. "They might resent it if you took sides, and that would make it bad for us. Just wait a while?you never can tell what will happen. Perhaps the rurales and federals will stand them ?? vu. "What, that little bunch?" demanded Bud, pointing scornfully at the hand ful of defenders who were cowering behind their rock piles. "Why half of them pelones don't know what a gun was made for, and the rurales?" "Well, the rebels are the same," sug gested the superintendent pacifically. "Let them fight it out?we need every American we can get, so just forget about being a Mexican." "All right," agreed Bud, as he yield ed reluctantly to reason. "It ain't be cause I'm a Mexican citizen?I just want to 6top that rush." He walked bacU to the house, Jug gling his useleus gun and keeping his eye on the distant ridges. And then, In a chorus of dofiant' yells, the men in me ieaerai irencnes Degan u> euuuu in an airline the distance was some thing over a mile, but at the first scat tering volley the rebels halted and fired a volley in return. With a vicious spang a few 6tray bullets smashed against the rev?rberating steel tank, but no on~ was hurt, and the defend ers, drunk with valor, began to shoot and yell like mad. The bullets of the rebels, fired at random, struck up dust-jets in every direction, and from the lower part of the town came Ihe shouting of the non combatant Mexicans as they ran here and there for shelter. But by the trenches, and In the rear of the black tank, the great crowd of onlookers persisted, ducking as each successive bullet hit the tank and shouting en couragement as tiie defenders empuea thsir rifles and reloaded with clip after clip. The rifles rattled a continuous vol ley; spent ballets leaped like locusts across the fl?.t; men ran to and fro, now crouching behind the tank, now stepping boldly into the open; and the defiant shoutt of the defenders almost drowned the wails of the women. Ex cept for one thing it was a battle? there was nobody hurt. For the first half-hour the Ameri cans stayed prudently under cover, busying themselves at the suggestion of a few American women in providing a first-aid hospital on the sheltered porch. Then, as no wounded came to fill it and the rebels delayed their charge, one -nan after another climbed up to the tranches, ostensibly to bring down the Injured. As soldiers and bystanders reported no one hit, and the bullets flew harm lessly past, their solicitude turned rap idly to disgust and then to scorn. Strange as it may seem, they were dis appointed at the results, and their re marks were derogatory as they com mented on the bravery of pelones and Mexicans in general. From a dread of Imminent attack, of charging rebels and retreating defend ers, and a fight to the death by the house, they came suddenly to a desire for blood and battle, for dead men and 1 1 !*? ? ? *v? A o r-? r? oil fn o t? llie CntJS U1 lUC wuuuucu, auu an igai of the lnsurrectos left them. "Come away, boys," grunted the burly roadmaster, who up to then had led In the work; "we wasted our time on that hospital?there'll be no wound ed. Let's take ourselves back to the house and have a quiet smoke." "Right you are, Ed," agreed the mas ter mechanic, as he turned upon his heel in disgust. "This ain't war? them Mexicans think they're working for a moving-picture show!" "I bet you I can go up on that ridge." announced Hooker, "and clean out the whole bunch with my six shooter before jou could bat your eye." But the supei itendent was not so sure. "Never mind, bovB," he said. "We're worth a lot of ransom money to those rebels and they won't give up so quick. And look at this now?my miners com ing back! Those are the boys that will fight! Wait till Chico and Ramon Mendoza get after them!" He pointed as fcs spoke to a strag gling band of Sonor&rs, led by the inuch-vaunted Mendoza brothers, as they hurried to save the town, and a cheer went up fro... "he trenches as the federals beheld reinforcements. But a change had come over the fire eating miners, and they brought other rebels in their wake. As they trudged wearily into town and sought shelter among the houses i great body of :n?n appeared on the opposite ridge, firing down at thein as >ken Promises By DANE COOLIDGE Author of "The Fighting Fool" "Hidden Water*'' "The Texican, " Etc. Illustrations by Don J.Lavin Prank A. Munscy) they retreated. The battle rapidly turned into a long-distance shooting contest, with the rebels on the ridges and the defenders in the valley, and finally, as the day wore on and a thun derstorm came up, it died out alto gether and the rebels turned back to their camp. Except for one lone federal who had shot himself by accident there was not a single defender hurt, and if the enemy uuu suiieieu iuasco it v?ao by some such chance. But when the Sonoran patriots, holding up their empty belts, came clamoring for am munition, the men by the big house took in the real catastrqphe of the battle. Seventeen thousand rounds of the precious thirty-thirties had been de livered to the excited miners and now, except for what few the Americans had saved, there was not a cartridge in camp. Very soberly the superintendent assured the leaders that he had no more; they pointed at the full belts of the American guard and demanded them as their right; and when the Americans refused to yield they flew into a rage and threatened. All in all, it *as a pitiful exhibition 1 of hot-headedness and imbecility, and only the firmness of the superintend ent prevented a real spilling of blood. The Mexicans retired in a huff and broke into the cantina, and as the night came on the valley re-echoed to their drunken shoutings. Such was war as the Sonorans con- j ceived it When Hooker, standing his guard in the corredor, encountered fJrniMn Araenn nn hpp pvpnin? walk. he could scarcely conceal a grin. "What are you laughing at, Senor Hooker?" she demanded with asperity. "Is it so pleasant, with a houseful of frightened women and screaming chil dren, that you should make fun of our plight?" "No, indeed," apologized Bud; "noth ing like that. Sure must be bad in there?I btay outside myself. But I reckon It'll soon be over with. The Mexicans here in town have shot off all their ammunition and I reckon the rebels have done the same. Like fts not they'll all be gone tomorrow, and then you can go hack home." "Oh, thank you for thinking about me!" she returned with a scornful curl of the lip. "But if all men were as open as you, Mr. Hooker, we women would never need to ask a question. This morning you told me I did not know what I was talking about?now I presume you are thinking what cow ards the Mexicans are! "Oh, I know! You need not deny It! You are nothing but a great big?Te jano! Yes, I was going to say 'brute,' but you are a friend of dear Phil's, and so I will hold my tongue. If it wasn't for that, I'd?" She paused, leaving him to guess. "Oh, I do wish he were here," she breathed, leaning wearily against the white pillar of an arch and gazing down through the long arcade. "It was so close in there," she con tinued, "I could not stand it a minute longer. These Indian women, you know?they weep and moan all the time. And the children?I am so 6orry for them. I cannot go now, because tney neea me; uui tomorrow?? run were here?I would leave and ride for the line. "Have you seen Del Rey today? No? Then all the better?he must be polic ing the town. It is only of him I am afraid. These rebels are nothing?I agree with you! No! I am not angry with you at all now! But tomorrow, just at dusk, when all is still as it Is at this time, then, if Phil were here I would mount my brave horse and ride out by the western pass." She ended rather inconclusively, let ting her voice trail off wistfully as she waited for him to speak, but something within moved Hooker to hold his peace, and he looked out over the town without commenting on her plans. It was evident to him that she was deter mined to enlist his sympathy and in volve him in her wild plot, and each time the conversation veered in that direction he took refuge in a stubborn silence. "What are you thinking of, Mr. Hooker?" she asked at last, as he gazed into the dusk. "Sometimes I scold you and sometimes I try to please you, but I never know what you think! I did not mean that when I said I could read your thoughts?you are so different from poor, dear Phil!" "M-m-tn," mumbled Hud, shifting his feet, and his face turned a little grim. "Aha!" she cried with ill-concealed satisfaction, "you do not like me to call him like that, do you? 'Poor, dear Phil,'?like that! But do you know why I do it? It Is to punish you for never coming near me?when 1 signed to you?when I waited for you?long ago! Ah, you were so cruel! I want ed to know you?you were a cowboy, and I thought you were brave enouph to defend me?but you always rody right by. Yes, that was it?but Phil was different! He came when I sent for him; he sang songs to me at night; he took my part against Manuel del Rey; and now?" "Yes!" commented Bud brusklv, with his mind on "dear Phil's" finish, and she turned to peer into his face. "So that is it!" she said. "You do not trust me. You think that I am not your friend?that I will serve you as he was served. Is that what you are thinking?" "Something like that," admitted Hooker, leaning lazily against the mud wall. "Only I reckon I don't think just the way you do." "Why? How do I think?" she de manded eagerly. "Well, you think awful fast," an swered Hooker slowly. "And you don't always think the same, seems like. I'm kind of quiet myself, and I don't like?well, I wouldn't say that, but you don't always mean what you say." "Oh!" breathed Gracia, and then, after a pause, she came nearer and leaned against the low wall beside him. "If I would speak from my heart," she asked, "If I would talk plain, as you Americans do, would you like me better then? Would you talk to me instead of standing silent? Listen. Bud?for that is your name?I want you to be my friend the way you were a friend to Phil. I know what you did for him, and how you bore with his love-madness?and that was my fault, too. But partly it was also your fault, for you made me tyigry by not coming. "Yes, I will be honest now?it was you that I wanted to know at flret, but you would not come, and now I am promised to Phil. He was brave when you were careful, and my heart went out to him. You know how it is with us Mexicans?we do not love by rea son. We love like children?suddenly ?from the heart! And now all I wish in ure is to run away 10 rnu. nut every time I speak of it you shut your jaws or tell me'I am a fool." "Ump-uni," protested Bud, turning stubborn again. "I tell you you .don't know what you're talking about. These rebels don't amount to nothing around the town, but on a trail they're awful. They shoot from behind rocks and all that, and a woman ain't noways safe. You must know what they're like? these old women don't think about nothing else?so what's the use of talk ing! And besides," he added grimly, "I've had some trouble with your old man and don't want to have any more." "What trouble have you had?" she demanded promptly, but Hooker would not answer in words. He only shrugged his shoulders and turned away, crumpling his hat in his hand. "But no!" she cried as she sensed the meaning of his concealment, "you must tell me! I want to know. Was V "I'd Fight, Too!" Spoke Up Gracla. it over your mine? Then you must not blame me, for he never has'told me a word!" "No?" inquired Bud, rousing sudden ly at the memory of his wrongs. "Then maybe you will tell me how he got this"?he fetched a worn piece of ore from his pocket?"when my pardner gave it to you! It was right there I ' * ??' on/? Vi rt Tt ma n rrnn/l I IUSI III J paiuucx anu lid ?* u>j t* guuu kid, too?and all because of that rock. Here, take a look at It?I took that away from your father!" "Then he stole It from me!" flashed back Gracia as she gazed at the speci men. "Oh, have you thought all the time that 1 betrayed Phil? But didn't I tell you?didn't I tell you at the hotel, when you promised to be my friend? Ah, I see that you are a hard man, Mr. Hooker?quick to euspect, slow to forget?and yet I told you be fore! But listen, and I will tell you again. 1 remember well when dear Phil showed me this rock?he was so happy because he had found the gold! And just to make it lucky he let me hold it while we were talking tnrougn a hole in the wall. Then my father saw me and started to come near?I could not hand it back without betray ing Phil?and in the night, when I was asleep, some one t#ok it from un der my pillow. That is the truth, and I will ask you to believe me; and if you have other things against me you must say what they are and see if I cannot explain. | "No!" she ran on, her voice vibrant with the memory of paet quarrels, "I have nothing to do with my father! He does not love me, but tries to make me marry first one man and then an other. But I am an American girl now, at heart?I do not want to sell myself; I want to marry for love! Can you understand that? Yes? No? Then why do you look away? Have you something that you hold against me? Ah, you shake your head?but you will not speak to me? When I was at school in Los Angeles I saw the cow boys in the west show, and they were Hiffopont?tliov wprf? nnt jifrniH nf nnv danger, but they would talk, too. I have always wanted to know you, but you will not let me?I thought you were brave?like those cowboys." She paused to make him speak, but Hooker was tongue-tied. There was something about the way she talked that pulled liirn over, that made him want to do what she said, and yet some secret, hidden voice was always crying: "Ileware!" He was convinced now that she had never been a party to treachery.; no, nor even wished him ill. She was very beautiful, too. In the twilight, and when she drew usurer he moved away, for he w:i? afraid tdie would sway him from hie purpose, lint now she was waiting tor donm an swer?some word from him, though the question had never been nuked. And yet he knew what it was. She wanted him to steal away with her in the evening and ride for the border?and Phil. That was what. Bho always wanted, no matter what she said, and now she was calling him a coward. "Sure them bronco-riders are brave," he said in vague defense; "but there's a difference between being brave and foolish. And a man might be brave for himself and yet be afraid for other people." "How do you mean?" she asked. "Well," he said, "I might be willing | to go out and fight a thousand of them i insurrectos with one hand, and at the same time be afraid to take you along. Or I might?" "Oh, then you will go, won't you?" she cried, clasping him by the hand. "You will, won't you? I'm not afraid!" "No," answered Bud, drawing his hand away, "that's just what I won't do! And I'll tell you why. That coun try up there is full of rebels?the low est kind there are. It just takes one shot to lay me out or cripple one of our horees. Then I'd have to make a fight for it?but what would happen to you?" "I'd fight, too!" spoke up Gracia resolutely. "I'm not afraid." "No," grumbled Bud, "you don't know them rebels. You've been shut up in a house all the time?if you'd been through what I have in the last six months you'd understand what I mean." "If Phil were here, he'd take me!" countered Gracia, and then ,Bud lost his head. "Yes," he burst out, "that's Jest what's the matter with the crazy fool! That's jest why he's up across the line now a hollering for me to save his girl! He's brave, is he? Well, why don't he come down, then, and save you himself? Because he's afraid to! He's afraid of getting shot or going up against Manuel del Rey. By grab, It makes me tired the way you people talk! If he'd done what I told him to in the first place he wouldn't have got into this Jack-pot!" "Oh my!" exclaimed Gracia, aghast. "Why, what is the matter with you? And what did you tell him to do?" "I told him to mind his own busi ness," answered Hooker bluntly. "And what did he say?" "He said he'd try anything?once!" Bud spat out the phrase vlndiAIvely, for his blood was up and his heart was full of bitterness. ' "Oh dear!" faltered Gracia. "And I en vaii Hn n r?t thinlr thn.t Phil is brave?" "He's brave to start things," sneered Bud, "but not to carry 'em through!" For a moment Gracia huddled up against a pillar, her hand against her face, as if to ward off a blow. Then she lowered it slowly and moved re luctantly away. "I must go now," she said, and Bud did not offer to 6tay her, for he saw what his unklndness had done. "I am sorry!" s!?.e added pitifully, but he did not answer. There was nothing that he could say now. In a moment of resentment, driven to exasperation by her taunts, he had forgotten his pledge to his pardner and come between him and his girl. That which he thought wild horses could not draw from him had flashed out in a fit of anger?and the damage waB beyond amendment, for what he had said was the^truth. CHAPTER XXIII. There are two things, according to ho eivin? which cannot be recalled? the sped arrow and the spoken word. I Whether spoken in anger or In Jsst, | our winged thoughts will not come , back to us and, where there is no balm for the wound we have caused, there is nothing to do but let it heal. Bud Hooker was a man of few words, and slow to speak ill of anyone, but some unfamiliar devil had loosened his tongue and he had told the worst about Phil. Certainly if a man were the bravest of the brave, certainly if he loved his girl more than life itself | ?he would not be content to hide above the line and pour out his 6oul on r.ote-paper. But to tell it to the girl?that was an unpardonable sin! Still, now that the damage was done, there was no use of vain repining, and after cursing himself whole-heartedly Bud turned in for the night. Other days were coming; there were favors he might do; and perhaps, as the yes terdays went by, Gracia would forgive him for his plain speaking. Even to t'.io rebels rnmfi hnr>lt fnr ? I more, he might square himself in ac tion and prove that he was not a cow ard. A coward! It had been a long time since any one had us<;d that word to him, but after the way he had knifed "dear Phil" he had to admit he was it. But "dear Phil!" It was that which had set him off. If she knew how many other girls? but Bud put a sudden quietus on that particular line of thought As long as the world stood and Gracia was In his sight he swore never to speak ill of De Lancey again, and then he went to sleep. The men who guarded the cap** GATHER AT LINCOLN'S STATUE Children Seem to Recognize Compan ion and Friend in Bronze Repre sentation of President. In the city of Newark, N. J.( there stands on the plaza in front of the courthouse a bronze statue of Abra ham Lincoln. The figure of Lincoln Ih seated on a bench on which rest9 tin? tall hat that the president was ac ciiuliniw./l ?r> Iinfir PTOnllontlv vou See 1111*ii standing there, looking at this n-markablo statue, and it seems as If they were in confidential chat with tin* figure of bronze, so natural is its | ??? ?. Kvery day the little children play about tho statue. To them it is the llgure of a companion and friend. If. is mil unusual to see a child nestled In the arm of the statue, or clamber In^ over it. Recently, a passer-by saw three children there. One little girl sat on one of Lincoln's knees; another little gir) leaned with crossed arms on the other knee and looked up into the great benevolent face; and the third child, a little colored boy, stood on the same knee, wound his i arm lovingly about the neck of the grande slept uueaally on the porch, lying down like dogs on empty sugar sacks that the women might not lack bedding Inside. Even at. that th?y were better off, for the housrf was close and feverish, with the crying of babies and the babbling of dreamers, and mothers moving to and fro. It was a hectic night, but Bud slept It out, and at dawn, after the custom of his kind, he arose and stamped on his boots. The moist coolness of the morning brought the odor or wet greasewood and tropic blossoms to his nostrils as he stepped out to speak with the guards, and as he stood there waiting for the full daylight the mas ter mechanic joined him. He was a full-blooded, round-headed little man with determined views on life, and he began the day, as usual, with his private opinion of Mexicans. They were the same uncomplimentary remarks to which he had given voice on the day before, for the rebels had captured one of his engines and he knew it would come to eome harm "A fine bunch of hombres, yes," ne ended, "and may the devil fly away with them! They took No. 9 at the summit yesterday and I've been lis tening ever since. Her pans are all burned out and we've been feeding her bran like a cow to keep her from leaking steam. If some ignorant Mex gets hold of her you'll hear a big noise ?that'll be the last of No. 9?her boiler will burst like a wet bag. "If I was running this road there'd be no more bran?not since what I saw over at Aguascalientes on the Cen tral. One o$ those bum, renegade en gine drivers had burned out No. 743, but the rebels had ditched four of our best and we had to send her out Day after day the boys had been feeding her bran until she smelled like a dis tillery. The mash was oozing out of her as Ben Tyrrell pulled up to the station, and a friend of his that had come down from the north took one sniff and swung up into the cab. "Ben came down at the word he whispered?for they'd two of 'em blowed up in the north?and they sent out another man. Hadn't got up the hill when the engine exploded and blew the poor devil to hell! I asked Tyrrell what his friend had told him. but he kept it to himself until he could get his time. It's the fumes, boy? they blow up like brandy?and old No. 9 is souf! "She'll likely blow up, too. But how can we fix her with these Ignorant Mexican mechanics? You should have been over at Aguas the day they fired the Americans. " 'No more Americanos,' says Ma dero, 'let 'em all out and hire Mexi cans! The national railroads of Mex ico must not be in the hands of for eigners.' "So they fired us all in a day and put a Mexican wood-passer up in the cab of old No. 313. He started to pull a string of empties down the track, threw on the air by mistake, and stopped her on a dead-center. Pulled out the throttle and she wouldn't go, so he gave It up and quit. "Called In the master mechanic then ?a Mexican. He tinkered with her for an hour, right there on the track, until she went dead on their hands. Then they ran down a switch engine and took back the cars and called on the roadmaster?a Mex. He cracked the nut?built a shoo-fly around No. 313 and they left her right there on the main track. Two days later an American hobo came by and set down and laughed at 'em. Then he throws off the brakes, gives No. 313 a boost past the center with a crowbar, and runs her to the roundhouse by gravity. When we left Aguas on a handcar that hobo wa? running the road. "Ignoruitest hombres in the world? these Mexicans. Shooting a gun or running an engine, it's all the same? they've ?ot nothing above the eye brows." "That's right," agreed Bud, who had been craning his neck; "but what's that noise up the track?" The master mechanic listened, and when his ears, dulled by the clangor ol the shops, caught the distant roar he turned and ran for the house. "Git up, Ed!" he called to the road master, "they're sending a wild car down *be canyon?and she may be loaded with dynamite!" "DyLamite or not," mumbled the grizzlej roadmaster, as he roused up from his couch, "there's a deraller I put in up at kilometer seventy the first thing yesterday morning. That'll send her into the ditch!" Nevertheless he listened Intently, cocking his head to guess by the sound when it came to kilometer seventy. (TO BE CONTINUED.) statue, and laid his cheek against the great bronze nose. These spontaneous tributes of af fection from the children must sure ly gratify the artist who designed the statue, for they show how remark ably he has brought out the great love for humanity that was pc-rhapa the most striking characteristic ol Abraham Lincolu.?Youth's Compan ion. Famous Minister and Author. Rev. Henry Whitney Bellows, a Uni tarian minister and author, who is best remembered for his work as president of the United States sani tary commission in the hard days of the Civil war, was born in Boston 100 years ago. After graduating from Har vard college and the Cambridge Di vinity school, Mr. Bellows, in 1839, be came pastor of a church in New York city. He was a gifted orator and at tained celebrity both as preacher ?*jid lecturer. He was known as a broad minded and philanthropic man, f '11 of zeal for hia profession, but also en tering fully into the public life of Us day. He occupied the pulpit of one church in New York for more than forty years, until his death in 1S82. DR. C.G.HOPKINS IS SPEAKER Greatest Soil Expert in ttve World Gives Interesting Facts.?Oth?r Well Known Men Speak. Florence.?There have been farm ers' days and farmers' days in Flor ence, but never In the history of tha "game city" has there even been a real farmers' day like Florence had a few days ago. It was the "real thing" carried out in the "real way." The result is that some 1,500 or 1,800 farmers and their families who came here to spend the day as the guests I of the Florence Chamber of Com merce left town feeling better, kinder and more convinced than ever that Florence city and Florence people were not after the almighty dollar, but after getting nearer and closer to the real people of the farms and rural districts. It was a big undertaking, but Lu ther Ellison, the genial, clever and hustling secretary of the Florence Chamber of Commerce, is the "real thing" himself and can be counted on to "do things' as few others can not do, and when he stammers or hesi tates he falls back on ex-President John Reese McCown, the new pres ident, Marion D. Lucas, of the Cham ber of Commerce, and William R. Barringer, mayor. The coming together of this great number of farmers from Florence county, as well as from every nook and corner of this great Pee Dee country, was a great treat and enjoy ment to all of the people and more esDeciallv to W. W. Long, state agent of the United States department of agriculture, co-operating with Clemson college; Prof. J. N. Harper, dean and director of the Clemson experimental station at Florence; Dr. Cyril G. Hop kins, the world's greatest expert on soil fertility; R. E. Currin, superin tendent of the Clemson experiment station at Florence; Mayor W. R. Bar ringer and the many others directly interested. The meeting was held in the county court house, which was packed full with farmers, business men and their lady friends and others. In fact, the auditorium was too small to hold the crowd, as many had to be content with standing about the doors and windows on the outside. Plan Boll Weevil War. Columbia.?The following commit tee has been appointed to plan to pre pare the farmers for the advent of the boll weevil. Each member of the com- J mittee is requested to plan his own campaign for his county. The chair- I man is requested to call a meeting of the full committee during me stuie fair to compare notes and suggest to each other more effective measures. Additional members of this commit tee will be named as the organiza tion of the union progresses: Sumter, J. Frank Williams, chairman, Sum ter, R. F. D. 3; Abbeville, S. P. Press ley, Donalds; Aiken, J. M. Cobb, Jack son; Anderson, J. W. Rothrock, Pen dleton; Barnwell, R. E. Woodward, Williston, R. F. D. 2; Berkley, Joe Guerry, Bonneaus; Colleton, B. G. Price, Walterboro; Dillon, Dr. Wade Stackhouse, Dillon; Dorchester, D. L. Ma A lVnr?Aw Qf rianrao "R I? "ft 2* ataL?-\niauc;, vjww*0v, a.. ^ Chesterfield, F. W. Rivers, Chester field; Florence, R. E. Currin, Florence; Greenville, A. B. Black, Taylors; Horry, George L. Stevens, Sanford; Laurens, Jno. D. W. Watts, Laurens, R. F. D. 5; Lee, R. M. Cooper, Jr., Bishopville; Lexington, J. W. Shealy, Balle.itine; Marion, Colin McLaurin, Mullins; Newberry, Alan Johnstone, Veteran Fouly Murdered. Charleston.?With his heart pieced with buck shot, the body of a gray haired Confederate veteran, William Bollard, was found dead recently in a pool of blood in the store of Isaac Lim j baker, e'#it miies from Mount Pleas ! ant, where the deceased was employ ed as a clerk. Robbery is believed by authorities to have been the motive of the assassination and the guilty party was not clever enough to cover up a possible clue, aver authorities, who are now engaged in an investigation. Four negroes are held as suspects and three of them, it is stated, are accused of being implicated. Pigeon Goes Astray. Fort Mill.?Dr. J. B. Elliott has In his possession a beautiful carrier pig eon which arrived at his barn a few days ago. It carries on the legs three bands on one of which is marked 1 "F. D. K.?1914?59" and on another ! "F. B. 9559." The bird may have been diverted from its course by the severe storm recently. Fire Destroys Lumber Mill. ? l iro hofHnnlner at UCUlfeVivVnu. j .?v ~ ~ 0 . .. 0 11:45 o'clock p. m destroyed the big lumber mill and yards of the Winyah Lumber company situated at the east ern end of the city The loss will be $100,000 or more. It is covered by in surance. The origin of the fire is not known. It started in a lumber shed adjoining the main building and spread Quickly to the whole plant. Four mil lion feet of lumber was burned and 50,000 feet saved. Two Hghters laden with lumber were partly burned. $_? State Board of Health Meets. Columbia. ? The state board of health in regular meeting recently adopted a resolution to be transmitted to Parr Shoals Development company calling upon them to take certain steps to safeguard those living in the regions affected by the impounded waters of 13road river. This step was J taken by the board in pursuance of a 1 concurrent resolution of the general | assembly. The resolution was adopt- j ... - -~ nnrl rnnsifipr;! . I Pd arier mt* irou...s i tion of the reports of H. R. Carter, i M. D. Yorkville Will Begin New Term. Yorkville.?The noxt session of the ' city graded schools will begin Monday, August SI. Baxter C. Riddle of Clover is the new superintendent and the fol lowing is tfce staff of teachers: Kighth, ninth and tenth grades, Geo. C. Mc Celvy and Miss Nora Williamson; seenth grade. Miss Margaret Marion; sixth grade. Miss Marina Kwart; fifth u'ri'de, Miss Mary Cartwright; fourth grade, Miss Ella Neely; third grade, Miss Geraldir.e Lowry; second grade, Miss Frederica Lindsay; first grade, Miss Sudie Allison. MOTHER OF SCHOOL GIRL Tells How Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound Re stored Her Daugh ter's Health. Plover, Iowa. ?"From a small child aay 13 year old daughter had female weakness. I, spoke to three' doctors about it ancJ they did not help her any. Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Com pound had been of great benefit to me, so I decided to have her give it a triaL r m ei She has taken five bottles of the Vege table Compound ac cording to directions on the bottle and she is cored of this trouble. She was all run down when she started taking the Compound and her periods did not come right She was so poorly and weak that I often had to help her dress herself, but now she is regular and is growing strong and healthy."?Mrs. Martin Helvig, Plover, Iowa. Hundreds of such letters expressing gratitude for the good Lydia E. Pink ham's Vegetable Compound has accom plished are constantly being received, proving the reliability of this grand old remedy. If you are ill do not drag along and continue to suffer day in and day out but at once take Lydia E. Pinkham's Vege table Compound, a woman's remedy for woman's ills. If you want special advice write to Lydia E. Pinkham Medicine Co. (confi dential) Lynn, Mass. Yonr letter will be opened, read and answered faf a woman and held in strict confidence. HE KNEW ONLY ONE JAMAICA Possibly in His Civic Pride Man Could Not Imagine the Possibility of Their Being Another. A New York artist, who had Just returned frorr Jamaica, West Indies, showed in his. studio some paintings of Jamaica scenery. One day a man who had been stroll ing through the studio stopped before a certain picture and said: "What is this?" "A scene in Jamaica," said the art ist. "Jamaica?" repeated the visitor. "That's strange. I don't remember ever seeing anything like that in Jamaica." "You hava been there thne?" asked the artist. "I live there." "Then surely you must be acquaint ed with this place. It is a street scene in the principal town of the Island." The man from Jamaica looked at the artist for a moment as if he thought he must be daft. Then he said: "I live in Jamaica, and there isn't n ofroot in fho tnwn that bears the slightest resemblance to that pic ture." The mention of Jamaica as a town cleared away the mist. "I see," said the artist, "you live In Jamaia, L. I." "Sure," said the other. "Is there another Jamaica anywhere?" Unmade History. At the president's first call for troops, mairants toon me ueiu wnu I ardor. All they asked was to be shown the enemy. Bht the casualties of the ensuing campaign were appalling. The re sources of the Red Cross were piti fully inadequate. At times half the combatant3 were seriously" if not ^ mortally freckled. M Inevitably spirits drooped. A pickle <.* and a banana were added to the daily ration, but the response was not com mensurate with the expense. "What shall it profit a woman to prove that she can fight as well as a man and lose her complexion?*^ol diers were heard to ask one another g omninousiy. " At the Football Game. "Why did they lost five yards?" "Didn't you see 'em a-holdin' dat feller in de puddle?" "Well, what of it?" "Dey was a-tryin' to drown 'im. If yer tries to drown a man yer loses five yards." "And if yer does arown mm: "Then yer loses 25 yards." Summer Days Call for a dainty, wholesome food?such as Post Toasties with cream. There's little work, and much satisfaction in every package of these crisp bits of perfectly cooked and toasted Indian Corn. Appetizing flavour, substantial nourishment and convenience ot serv ing are all found in Post T oasties. Sold by Grocers