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N l 4 BAWtWXLL SENTINXL, BARHWBLL, SOUTH OABOUNX -U PAOC THI -ri CARDUIA V SPLENDID TONIC For* Women, S^ys /Hixson Lady,7 Who Took This Medicine On Her Doctor’s Advice. v " 'r I Mrs. J. B. Gndd, o^r SB \ <r i UNUSUAL COMBINATION FOUND IN THIS GRIPPING STORY OF THE GREAT NORTHWEST 1 V— Plenty of stories linve 7M*en W ritten of the groat Northwest be cause there are retail people there—red-blooded men who fit in with the vigor and the strength of the ritgged country where they dwell, hut It. Is unusual to run "across a tale which comhTh.es a vivid and convinc- ing picture of life in the far North with a genuine ami wholesome love story and glimpses of life in what the world calls civilization “haek Hast"...or.~“d6wn South'.** Such a combination Is. Joimfl, however, 1 n “North of l>U#4y-Three,” the ttr!?b installment of which appears below. Bertrand Sinclair, tin* author, knows the’wild life of t.he frontier as well as the conventional life of the modern city, and the contrasts between the two tare brought out vividly as this gripping tale unfolds. ’’ THE EDITOR. :*i CHAPTER I. Which Introduces a Lady and Two Gentlemen. Dressed in a plain white shirtwaist of bread and cake into a paper hrtg. Barrow whispered to her: “Let’s go down and feed the swans. I’d just as koort he away from the crowd.” She nodded assent, and they depart* and an equally plain black chilli skirt, ed hastily les{ some of the others rj4L- Miss Hazel YT<'ir. on weekdays, was merely a unit in the office of Harring ton & Bush, implement mjmufacturers. Neither in persortfility nor. in garb would a casual glance have differenti ated her from tin’s pther^ female units, occupied at various desks, A business office .is no place for a woman to pa rade her personal charms. The meas ure of her worth there is simply the measure of her efficiency at her ma chine or ledgers. So that If any mem ber of the firm had been askgji what sort of a girl Miss Hazel Weir might be. Tie would probably have replied— ami with utmost truth—that Miss Weir was a capable stenographer. But when {Saturday evening released Miss Hazel Weir from the plain brick office building, she became, until she donned her working clothes at 7 a. in Monday morning, quite, a different sort of a person. In ot'her words, she chucked the plain shirtwuist nnd the plain skirt into the discard, got into *5*uoh a dress as a normal girl of twenty-two delights to put on, and de voted hulf an hour or so to “doing” her hair. Miss JVeir then became an entity at which fev persons of either sex failed to take a second glance. l T pon u certain Saturday night Miss Weir came home from an Informal, little party escorted by a young man. They stopped at the front gute. “I’ll he here at ten sharp,” said he. “And you get a 'Mtood bewiLv ..sleep tonight, "Hazel. That’ confounded of fice! I hate to think of you drudging away at it. I wish we were ready to—” “Oh, bother the office!” she replied lightjy. “Anyway. I don’t inlnd. It doesn’t tire me. I will be ready at ten this time. Good night, dear.” “Good night, Hazic.” lie whispered. “Here’s a kiss to dream on.” Mlsk Weir broke away front him Inughin&ly. ran along the* path, and up the stefts, klssod-Jier linger tips t>» the Hngering\flgure by the gate, and went in. “Bed,” she snliWpffzod, “is the place for me righb-qnickiy Jf I’m going to he up and dressed and have that lunch ready by ten o'clock.' I tyish I weren't such a sleepyhead—or eHse that I weren’t a ‘pore wurrkin’ gurh’ ’’ l At which'W$t cbnccif'she laughed softly. Because, for n “pore wurrkin’ gurl,” Miss Weir was fairly well con tent with her lot. - She had no one* de pendent on her—a state of affairs which, If it occasionally -leads to lone liness-, has its compensations. Her salary ns a stenographer amply cov ered her living expenses, and even per mitted her to put by a few dollars monthly. She. had grown up In Gran vllle' Site had her own circle of friends. So that she was comfortable, even happy. I if the present—mid Jack should volunteer their Company. It took hut a short time to reach the pond. They found a log close to the water’s edge, and. taking a sent there, tossed morsels to the birds and chat tered to each other. , ' “Look,” she said suddenly; ‘-liere’s one of my esteemed employers, if you please. You’ll notice that he’s walking nnd looking at things just like us or dinary, everyday mortals.” Barrow glanced past her, and saw a rather tall, middle-aged man, his hair tinged with gray, a fine-looking man, dressed with exceeding nicety, even to a flower in his coat lapel, wulking slowly along the path that bordered the pond. _ . ... Ills guze wandered to them, and the cool, welhbred stare gradually gave way to a slightly puzzled expression. He moved\a step or two and seated himself on a bench. Miss Weir became aware that he was looking at her most of the time as she sat casting the bits i of bread to the swans and ducks. It j made her self-conscious. She did not know why she should he of any partic ular Interest. “Let’s walk around a little," she sug-' gested. The last of-fhe crumbs were gone. I "All right.” Barrow assented.. “Let's | go tip the ravine.” I r f h**y' left the log.' Their course up 1 the ravine took them directly past tlic i gentleman on the bench. And W’hen r-Htey came abreast of him, he rose nnd j lifted his hat at the Very slight incli nation of Miss "Weir's head, "How do yci: do. Miss Weir?” sriid he. “Quite n pleasant afternoon." To the best of Hazel's knowledge. Mr. Andrew Rush was little given to friendly' recognition of his employees, particularly In public. But he seemed Inclined to he talkative; and, as she caught a slightly inquiring glance at I her escort, she made the necessary in- I troduetion. So for a minute or two the three of them stood there exchang ing polite banalities, 'Tjien Mr. Busii_ bowed flud passed on. “He’s one of tin* biggest guns in Granville, they say,” Jack observed.. “I wouldn’t mind having some of h1s business to—handle. He started with nothing, too, according to\ill accounts. Now, that’s what I call success.” “Oh, yes. In a business way he’s a success/’ 1 In skT responded. “But he’s awfully curt most of the time around the office. I wonder what made hinc thaw out so today?”" .And that quest-ibn recurred - to her mind again in the evening, when Jack -had gone home, and she was sifting in her- »>\yn ro<Vn. She w heeled her chair arotmd and took a steady look a' herself in the mirror. A woman may never admit extreme-plainness of fea ture, and she may deprecate her own fairness, if she lie. possessed of fair- wondering mildly why she should be called upon to shoulder a part of Nelly' Morrison’s work, and a trifle dubious at the prospect of facing the rapid-fire dictation Mr. Bush was said to inflict i upon his stenographer how; and then. When she was seated. Bush took up j A sheaf of letters, and dictated replies, i Though rapid, his enunciation was per- ! feetly clear7 and Haz*’l found herself : getting his words with greater ease than she expected. “That’s all, Miss Weir.” he said, when he reached the last letter. “Bring those in for Verification and signature as soon as-you can get them idone.” In the course of time ’she completed the letters and took them back. Bush glanced over each, and appended his signature, **“* “That’s all, Miss' Weir,” he said po litely. “Thank you." And Hazel went back to her ma chine, wondeHng why she had been requested to do those, hitters when Nelly Morrison had nothing better to do than sit picking at her type faces with a toothpick. She learned the significance of it the next morning, however, when the of fice boy told her that she was wanted by Mr. Bush. This time when she en tered Nelly Morrison’s place was va- cantr^rBush was- going through his mall. He waved her to a chair. "Just a minute,” he said. Presently he wheeled from the desk nnd regarded her-with disconcerting frankness—as if he wf*re appraising, her, point by point, so to speak. “My—aii—dictation to you yesterday was in tfie nature of a try-out, Miss Weir,” lie finally volunteered. “Miss Morrison has asked to he transferred to our Midland branch.. Mr.' Allan recommended you. The work will not lie hard, hut I must have someone de pendable and discreet, and careful to avoid errors. I think'you will manage it very nicely if you—ah—have no ob jection to giving up the more general •l L .-Barrow proposed to settle Uje proh ness, hut she'' seldom has any illusion lorn of her future; with youth’s op timisnv they two Considered-it already settled. Six '.months' more, and then was,to be- a w edding, a three-weeks' honeymoon, and a final settling down Jn a little cottage on the West side,; everybody in Granville who amounted to anything lived on the West side. Then she would have Nothing to do but make' the home nest._co?y, while Jack kept pace with a real-estate busi ness that was.grow ing beyond his-most sanguine expectations. about- one or the other. Hazel Weir knew ,v tliat\ She knows, she was far above the average in point of looks. She was smiling at herself just as ssho had been smiling at Jack Barrow w bile they sat on the log and fed the swans. But even though Miss Weir w*as—twenty-two am) far~froim- unso phisticated, it <ii<l not strike, her that, the transition of herself from a de mure, businesslike office person in so ber black and white to a radiant crea ture with the potent influences of love “That’s All, Miss Weir,” He Said Po litely. —~ _ ■ 1 work of the office for this. The salary will bo considerably more.” “If you consider that my work will be satisfactory," Miss Weir began. "I don’t think there’s any doubt on that score. You have a good record in (lie office,” he interrupted smilingly. "Now let us get to work and clean up tills correspondence.” Thus her new duties begun. There was an air of quiet in the private-of fice,'. »•-greater luxury of appointment which suited Miss ILi^el Weir to a nicety. The work was no more diffi cult than she had been accustomed to doing—a trifle- less In volume, and more exacting in attention to, detail, and necessarily - mure confidential, for Mr. Andrew Bush had,his linger tips on tlie pulsing heart of a big business. TJhc size of the check which Hazel received in her weekly envelope was increased far beyond her expectations. tentatively friendly and nothing more; Hazel spent her Sundays gs she had spent them for a year past—*with Jack Bafrow; sometimes, rambling afoot In the country or in the park, sometimes Indulging in the luxury of a hired buggy for a drive. But Mr; Bush took her brontii away at a tliff and in a ntunherj totally. m>- expected. He finished dictating a batch of letters one afternoon, and sat tapping .on hla/desk with a pencil. Ha zel waited a second or two, expecting him to continue, her eyes on her notes, and at tin* uriliroken silence she looked upr to fiud him staring fixedly .at her. There was no mistaking the expres sion on Ids face. Hazel flushed and shrunk hack involuntarily. -She had hoped to avoid that. _It could not be anything but unpleasant. \ She had -small chance to indulge in reflecflon, for at her first self-conscious move, he reached swiftly and caught her hand. “Hazel,” he said bluntly, “will you marry me?” - Miss Weir gasped. Coming without warning, it dumfounded" her. And while her first natural Impulse was to answer a blunt “No,” she was flus tered, nnd so took refyge behind a show of dignity. “Mr. Bush !” she protested, and tried to release her hand. But Mr. Rush had no Intention of allowing her to do that. “I'iii in deadly earnest,” he $ald. ■"I’ve loved you ever since that Sun day-’I saw you in the park feeding the swans. I want you to be my wife Will you?” ‘ . “I’m uwfuily sorry,” Hazel stam mered. She was just the least bit frightened. “Why, you’re—” The thing that was uppermost in her mind nnd what she came near saying, was: “You’re old enough to be my father." And beside him there instantly flashed a vision of Jack Barrow. Of course It was absurd—even though she appre ciated the honor.; But she did not fin ish the sentence that way, “I. don’t— j oh, It’s simply Impossible. I couldn’t think of such a thing.” “Why not?” he asked. “I love you. i You know that—you can see It, can’t you?” He leaned a little nearer, .and forced her to meet his gaze. “I can . make you happy; I can make you love me. I can give you all that a woman could ask.” “Yes, but—" He Interrupted her quickly. "Per- hnps I’ve surprised and confused you hr my Impulsiveness,” he continued. “But I’ve had no chance to meet you socially. Perhaps right now you don’t foci as I do. but.I can tench you to feel that way. f I can give you everything— money, social position, everything that’s worth having—and love. I’m not an empty-headed boy. I can make you love me.”' “Yoir couldn’t,” Hazel answered flat ly. There was a note of dominance in that last statement that jarred on her. Mr. Bush was too sure of his pow ers, ment gest—not for all the wealt-h and social position in t-he world. I would have to love a man to think of marrying him—and I do. But yoi) aren’t the man. I appreciate the compliment of j'our offer, and. Fm sorry to hurt ypu. hut I can’t marry you.” Ills face clouded. "You are en gaged?" ~ “Yes." — - - Tie got up,and stood over her. “To some self-centered "cub—some puny egotist in his twenties, who’ll make you a slave to his needs and whims, and discard you for another woman when you've worn out your youth nnd beauty,” he cried. “But you won't marry him. I won’t jet votT!” Sfiss Weir rose, “t think I shall go hoine,”yRhe said steadily. “You shall do nothing of the sort! s no sense in your running "Give me a chance to show you that I can make you happy,” he pleaded. "Don’t travel • Stay here where I enn at least see you and speak to you. I wdiiit annoy you. And you can’t tell. After- you gK over this surprise you might find yourself i.’king me better.’’ “That’s Just the trouble.” Hazel pointed out. "If I were here you would be bringing this subject up in Kpijjp q{ yourself. And thnt can only cause pain.- I can’t stay.”- ’ "I think you ha<l better reconsider that," he said; and a peculiar—an ugly—light crept into his eyes, “unless you desire to lav yourself open to be- "And I have no desire to experl- with my feelings ns you sug- . from me ajid giving rise to gos- Noiiy Morrison hpd drawn twenty Hoi-' sil) _^, } ,. h wi || hurt yourself only." hit’s a week-. Miss Hazel Weir drew *.j f She kissed her finger tips to him j mid spring brightening her ey^s and again across the rooftops nil grinmdirhm4kqrir^Tred caress to her every - with a winter’s soot and within fif-/ teen minutes Miss Weir was sound asleep. - - ~ • • p * * • • She gave the lie, for once, to the say ing that a woman Is never ready at the ’ appointed time, by being on the steps' a full ten minutes before Jac]^Barrow appeared. They walked to the corner and caught a car, and in the span of half an hour-got off at Granville park. The city fathers, hampered in days ?one by with lack of municipal funds, had left the two-hucdred-acre square of the park pretty much as paturo made it; that Is to say^ there was no ornate parking, no attempt at land scape gardening. Granville park‘was a bit of the'old Qntnrio woodland, and as such afforded n pleasant place to "ioaf In the summer months. When Jack Barrow and Hazel had fipitjhed their lunch under the trees in company w’jtft a little group of their acquaintances. Hazel gathered scraps supple movement, satisfactorily ac counted for the sudden friendliness of Mr. Andrew Bush. - • t * * * • • 0 ) Miss -Weir was unprepared for what subsequently transpired a» « -result that casual encounter with the man- airing partner of the firm. By the time she Went to work on Monday morning £he had almost forgotten the meeting In GranvillK^arfe. ~ Hazel’s 'wofk. consisted largely of dictation from tbe, shipping manager, letters relating to-outgoing consign ments of Implements. It was, therefore, something of a surprise to be called into the office of th^ managing partner on Tuesday aft-' ernoorn. Bush’s private 1 stenographer sat at her machine fn one corner. Mr. Bush turned from Xia ievk at Hazel’s entrance. “Miss Weir," he said, “I .wish you to take some letters.” . $ Hazel w ent back for her notebook, t wont.y-five-—a«__substantial increase fiver What she had received in the ship ping department. With that extra money there were plenty of little things she could get for the home she and Jack farrow had planned. - Things moved along in routine qhun- TTeTsTor two. months or more before Hazel became actively aware ,that a subtle change was growing^nianifest In i he ordinary manner of Mr. Andrew Bush. She shrugged her shoulders at the idea at first. But she was a wom an ; moreover, a woman of intelligence, her perceptive faculties naturally keen. • The first symptom was flowers, dain ty boilquets of which began to appear on his desk. Coincident with this, Mr. Bush evinced an inclination to drift into talk odl subjects nowise related t-e business. Hazel accepted the trib ute <o her sex reluctantly, giving birrf n<# encouragement to overstep the nor mal bounds of cordiality. She Was ab solutely sure of hersiMf and of her love for Jack Barrow. Furthermore, Mr. am not running away, hut I can’t^ sttiy -here and listen to such things from you. It’s impossibly under the circumstances, for me, to working here,'so I may as continue well go’ now.” . -—•-— Bush -stopped' pafct .her tpid snapped the latch on the office, door.. “I -shan’t permit it," x he said passlohateiy. “Girl, you don’t seenGtfi realize what this rneajis to me. - I wnnt\vou—apd I’m going to have you !" ; “Please don’t be melodramatic, Mr. Bush." "Melodramatic I If it Is melodrama for a man, to show a little genuine feel ing, I’m guilty. But I was never more in earnest} in my life. I want a chance to win you. / I value you above any vjvnman I~hlTve eVer met. Most women' that—’’ v ’ ' '"j-:. ."Most women would jump' at the chance,” Hazel 'interrupted. "Well. Fra hot most women. I simply don’t care for you as^you would want me to—and t*m very sure I never would. JTIxson. Tenn this place, makes the foyowlng state* merit regarding her experience with Cardiff : “I was . . . I suffered with p. paih in my left side; could not sleep at,night for this piijivr-always In the left My-fectij, and legs were ter* rihijv swollen. l^Wns -alritdst In hied. ~ - Mv .doctor told me to use Cnrdul. £ took one bottle, which helped the,, amt after thy baby came I was stronger and brnm*: -but 4h*t pain was still there. I at first let It go, but I bfgnn to get weak and in a 'run-down condition, so I decided to try some more X’ardul. which I ditlf. The last Cnrdul I took made me- much better, and, In fact, cured me. It has been a number of yeprs," still I have no return of this i trouble. I feel it was Cardul that cured meT and I recommend it as a splendid * ' female tonic.” - - ; If you feel weak, tired, worn-out,, or suffer from any of the ailments pecul iar to wofnen, try Cardul. the woman’s tonic. It must be a good medicine for women, for tjiany thousands have vol- , imtnrily told. Just as Mrs. Gadd did, of tne good it has done them. Ask some Indy friend who has tried Cardul, Sho will tell you how * helped her. Then get n bottle from your nearest drug gist.—Adv. — \i -V “Take. Your Hands Off Me, Please." Ing the mpst-talked-of young woman in this town, where you were* born, where all your friends live." “That sounds like a threat, Mr. Bush. What do you mean?” "I mean Just what I say. I wjll admit that mine Is, perhaps, a selfish passion. If you insist ori making me suffer, I shall do as much for you. There fire two characteristics of mine which may.not have come to your at tention: I never stop struggling for what I want. And I never forgive or forget an Injury or an Insult. If you drive me to It, you will find yourself drawing the finger of gossip. Also, you will find yourself unable to secure a position in Granville. Also, you mivy find yourself losing the—er—regard of this—ah—fortunate individual upon whom you have bestowed your affec tions; but you’ll never lose mine," he burst out Wildly. “When you get done hutting .your head against the wall that will mysteriously rise in your way, I’ll be waiting for you. That’# how’ I love. I’ve never failed in any thing I ever undertook, and I don’t care how I fight, fair or foul, so that I win.” "This isn't the fifteenth century, Hazel let her indignation finre, “nnd Fm not at ail afraid of any of the things you, mention. Even if I weren’t enguged, I’d never think of murrylng a man old enough to be my father—a man whose years haven’t given him a sense of either dignity oj- decency. Wealth and social position don’t mod ify gray hairs , and advancing age. Your threats are an insult. This Isn’t . . Got It at Last. 1—'..r...... The man In the drug store was per plexed. Try as he would, lie could not remember what his wife had told him to get. Presently he brightened up. “Say, name over a few young people’s societies." ' ’ f “Christian Endeavor." began th* druggist. : “No.” ’’ -- "Young People’s LTiiori?" "No."'. “Epwqrth league?"' “That’s It! That’s IU Give me At* cents’ worth of KpwrtFnTsaUs.’*—Bou ton Transcript. —- OLD PRESCRIPTION FOR WEAK KIDNEYS the stone age. Even, if It were," «he concluded cuttingly, “you’d stand a poor chance of winning a wman i against a man like—well—” she shrugged JtJer shoulders, hut sh/> was thinking of Jack Barrow’s broad shoul- J vtlers, and the easy way he went up a flight of stuirs, three steps at a time. “Well, any young Tnan.” With that thrust, Miss Hazel Weir t turned to the rack where hung her hat and coat.' ' r Bush caught her by the shoUlde'rs be fore she took a second step. “Gray hairs and advancing age!” he said. "So I strike you ns npprpnchlng senility, do I? I’ll show, you whethef I’m* the worn-out specimen you seem to think I am. Do you think I’ll give you up just x; because I've made you angry? Why. I love you the more Tor it; it only makes me the more deter mined (to win you." ~ "You-can’t. I dislike you more ever) second. Take your hands off Tne. please. Be a gentleman—If you can.’’ For answer he ea’ught her- up close to him, and there was no sign of de cadent force fn the grip of his arms. He kissed her; and Hazel,-.'In blind ragp, freed one arm. arid struck at Mra man fashion, her hand doubled Into a small fist. By-the grace <ft chance, the blow landed on" his nose. Thera was force enough behind 41 to draw blood. He stood back und fumbled for his handkerchief. Something that sounded like .An oath escaped htrn. l Have you ever stopped t*> reason why it is that so many products that are ex tensively advertised, all at'once drop oat of sight and are soon forgotten? Tha reason is plain—the article did wot fulfil the promises of the manufacturer. This applies more particularly to a medicine. A medicinal preparatiop that has real curative value almost sells itself, as like an endless chain system the remedy is recommenffed by those who have been benefited, to those who are in need of it. A prominent druggist says, “Take for example Dr. Kilmer’s Swamp-Root, a preparation I have sold for many yean and never hesitate to recommend, for in almost every.case it shows excellent re sults, as many of my customers testify. No other kidney remedy that I know of has so large a sale.” * j 4 According to sworn statements and j verified testimony of thousands who have j used the preparation, the success of Dr. Kilmers’ Kwamp-Root is due to the fact that, so many people claim, it fulfils al most every wish in overcoming kidney, liver and bladder ailments, corrects ur inary troubles and, neutralizes the uric ] acid which causes rheumatism, j You may receive a sample bottle of Swamp-Root by Parcel Post. Address I)r. Kilmer A Co., Binghamton, N. Y., and enclose ten cents; also mention this paper. Large and medium size bottles for sale at all drug-stores.—Adv. Depressing Fact Among flu* other depressing features of the final situation is the amount of parsnip you can stlil get for a nickel.-— Ohio State Journal. BOSCHEE’S GERMAN SYRUP will quiet your cough, soothe the in flammation. of a Sore throat and lungs, stop irritation in the bronchial tubes,, insuring a good night’s rest, free from coughing nnd with easy expectoration in the morning. Made and sold In Aiperlca for fifty-two years. A wori- derful prescription, assisting Nature In building up your general health and throwing off the disease. Especially useful in lung'-trouble, asthma, croup, bronchitis, et^-. For sale In all civil ized couutrieffM-Adv. •“?’ And. seeing that you do feel tbafway. It’s better that we 4mulWt b.- thrown Andrew Bush, though well preserved,together as we are here.' That’s w-hy Fm going.” , “That is to say. you’ll resign because I've told you I care for you aqd pro- was drawing close to fifty-nndijhe was twenty-two. That in itself reassured her. v • ^ y • • ,,, , • - . ■ Thus the third month of her tenure posed murriage?” he remarked, drifted by. and beyond “fife telltale “Exactly. 1t*ri > thing to do glances aforesaid, Mr, Bush remained under the circumstances." v* / ' - ' . .-*■ mz .That the threats made by Bush were not idle was showhx^ when j on his sudden death his will was found to contain, a pro vision which brought Disaster to Haze!. The next installment tells how this was brought about (TO BE CONTINUED ) We all have a sqft spot In ouo head* at birth—and some of.ua never lose It . Heat Under the Collar. “Pa, what causes heat and cold?” “The Janitor, nry son.” — Boston Transcript. _ «- Important to Mothers Examine carefully eypry bottle of (^ASTORIA, that famous old remedy for infants and children, and see that It Bears the Signature of| In Use for Over 30 Years. Children Cry for Fletcher’s CastorUl "i The fool and his money are the sal vation of the shrewd promoter. to cu First*j Piles Curvd in 4 to >4 Days tv fund Binary if PAHJ OISTMa.MT tells tcblDs. Blind. Uleedins LH^owsdtac Pllss. tion gives relief. We. ’ - - f A true man would ae soou be knocked down as pitied. When Your Eyes Need Care r Try Murine Eye Remedy to MU ftrcrgists of MIL WUHl-NKCTEJ Witts for Fts# 9y« co.. cairme i LC J- I/,