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-V ' •/ .» IV 7 BARNWELL SENTINEL, BARNWELL, SOUTH CAROLINA ~-s PACK THAI /A * L JJ 7 t X X :r. __ r~ X 'V—.. By BERTRAND W. SINCLAIR (Copyright: Little, Brown & Co.) A V' HAZEL FINDS SHE CANNOT HOPE TO ESCAPE FROM “ROARING BILL’S” CABIN IN THE WILDERNESS BEFORE SPRING r. Synopsis.—Miss^Iazen Weir i.s employed as a stenographer in the office of Harrington & Bush at Granville, Ontario. She-is engaged to Jack Barrow, a young real estate agent. Mr. Bush. Hazel’s employer, suddenly notices her attractiveness and at once make*her his private stenographer. After, three months Bush proposes marriage. Hazel refuses, and after a stormy scene, in Y'bich Bush warns her he will make her sorry for her action, Hazel leaves the ofliee, never to return. Shortly after this Bush Is thrown from his horse and killed. -Publica tion of his Will dlselbsH that he left Hazel $5,600 'in- “reparation for any wrong I may have done her.” Jack Barrow, in a jealous rage, demands an explanation, and Hazel, hef'Jmde hurt, refuses. Hazel's engagement Is broken and, to‘escape, from her surroundings, she*-se cures'a position as schoolteacher at Cariboo Meadows, In a wild part of British Columbia. There, at a hoarding house, she first sees “Roaripg Bill” Wagstaff, a well-known character of.that country. Soon after her arrival Hazel loses her w-a-y while walking l»-tho woods. She wanders until night when she reaches “ltoarlng Bills”.camp fire in the woods. He promises to take her home in the morning, hut she is compelled to' spend the night in the woods.. After wandering in the woods all the next day, “Boaring BUI" finally admits that he is taking Hazel to his cabin in the mountains. CHAPTER. _Y.~Continued. ] the chiil gone from her body, she be- 1—6 - stowed a curious glance on her sur* ‘Anyhow,” he went on, when she re-' roundings. niajned silent, “I didn’t. And you’ll have to lay the blame on nature for making you a wonderfully attractive woman. I did honestly try. to find the way - to Cariboo Meadows, that first night. It was only when I found my- nking how fine it* would be to pike through these, old woods nnd mountains with a partner like you that I decided—as I did. , I’m JJuman—the woman, she tempted me. And aren’t you better off? Do you know that you lo *k fifty per cent better for these few dnvs- of living in the open—the way e\ fry normal being likes to live? You’re gettjng some color in your cheeks, and you’re losing that worried, archangel look. Honest, If I were a physician, I'd have only one prescrip tion: Get out Into the Wild country, and live off the country as your primi tive forefathers did. Of course, you can’t do that alone. I know because I've tried It. We humans'don't differ so. greatly from the other animals. We’re made to hunt In couples or packs. There’s a purpose, a law, you might say, behind that, too; only It’s terribly obscured by a lot of other non- essentials in this day and age.” But she would not take-up the cud gels against him, would not seem to countenance or eondone his offense by discussing It from any angle whatso ever. •* And she was more determined to allow no degree of friendliness,.even in conversation, because she recog nized the masterful quality Of the man. After n lapse of time they dropped into another valley, und faced west ward to a mountain range which Bill told her was the Rockies. The next day a snowstorm struck them. It was not particularly cold. Bill wrapped her iu u. heavy canvas coat, and plod ded on. Noon passed, and he made no .stop. If anything, he increased his Ptiqe. - ' >7; Suddenly, in the late afternoon, they There was furniture of a sort Un known to her, tables and chairs fash ioned by hand with infinite labor and rude skill, massive in structure, uphol stered with the skins of wild beasts common to the region. Upon the walls hung pictures, dainty black-and-white prints, and a water color-or two. And between the pictures were nailed heads of mountain sheep nnd goat, the ant lers of deer and caribou. Above the fireplace spread the huge shovel horns of a moose, bearing across the prongs a shotgun and fishing rods. The center of the floor—Itself, as she could see, of hand-smoothed log? of the country. That’s how you come to have a .wardrobe all ready to your diand. Now, you’d be awful foolish to act like a mean and stiff-necked female person. You’re not going to, are yod?" he wheedled. 1 “Because I want to make you comfortable. What’fc the use of getting on your dignity over a little thing like clothes?” “I don’t Intend to,” Hazel suddenly changed front. ‘TIL make myself as comforth-ble as I can—particularly if it will put you to any trouble.” “Yojj’re bound to scrap, eh?” he grinned. “But It.takes two to build a fight, and I positively refuse to fight ■■with you.” - He dragged the trunk back into the room, and came out carrying a great's armful of masculine belongings. Two such trips he made, piling all his things onto a chair. “There!” he said at last. “That end of the house belongs to you. little per son. Now, get thoae-wef-tMTigs off be fore you catch a cold. Oh, wait a min ute r . He disappeared Into the kitchen end of the house, and ’came hack with a w'nsh-basin and a pail of water. “Your room Is now ready, madam, an’ It please you.” He bowed with mock dignity, and went back Info the kitchen., - * Hazel heard him rattling pots and dishes; whistling cheerfully the while. She closed the door, and bqsled herself with an inventory of the tenderfoot lady’s trunk. In It she found every thing needful for complete chunge, nnd a variety of garments to boot. Fojded in the bottom of the trunk was a gray cloth skirt and a short blue silk kimono. There was a coat and skirt, too, of brown corduroy. But the femi nine instinct asserted Itself, and she laid out the gray skirt and the kimono. -* For a dresser Roaring Bill had fash ioned a wide shelf, nnd on it she found a toilet set complete—hand mirrbr, | . \ 1 ' ! to me.” Bill grew suddenly uwody. : “Not with you in Cariboo Meadows,** I’m taboo there. Why, I’tJ have been at * your ellmw when you ./left the supper i table* at Jl/n BrTggsVthnt night if I hadn’t known how it would be. I went there out of sheer curiosity to take a look' at you—maybe Vint of a spirit of defiance, too, because I knew that I was certainly not welcome even If they were willing to take my money for a meal. And I came jway all upTn thq air. There was something about you—* the tone of your voice, the way your proud little head is «**t on your shoul ders, your .^makeup in general—that sent me away with s 2? rge-slzetLgrouch at myself, at Cariboo Meadow’s, and at you for coming In my Way." “Why*?" she asked In woqder. Because you’d have believed what told you. hpd Cariboo-Meadows can’t tell anything about me that Isn’t had^’ he said quietly. “My record c there makes ‘me e.rtlrely unfit to asso ciate wfth—that would have been jwr conclusion. And I wanted to he wtvh you, to talk to you, to take you by storm and nmkp you like me as I felt I .could care frtr you. Ybu can’t have grown up, little person, without realiz ing that you do attract men very strongly. All women do, but some far ■ MRS. BOYO AVOIDED AN I sufficient reason,” he returned, “that you can’t pack a stove on a horse—and we’re three hundred odd miles from the end of any wagon road. With a ] Dutch oven or tw(F—-That heavy, round iron thing.you see the^e—I cun guar antee to cook-almost nnythihg you can fook on a stove. Anybody can if they Jknow how. Besides, I like things bet ter this' way. If I didn’t,^! suppose I’d have a stove—and maybe a hot-wa- ter supply, and modern plumbing. As It is, it affords me a sort of prided! satisfaction, which you may or may not be able to understand! that this cabin and everything in it is the work of my hands—or stuff I’ve packed -in more th?m others” here -with all sorts of effort from the “Perhaps,” she admitted coldly, outside'. Maybe I’m a freak. But Im “M«> n have annoyed me~wBh their un- proud of this place. Barring the in- welcome, attentions. But none of them eVjtnhle lonesomeness that comes now ever dared go the length of carrying and then,* I can he happier here than mo away against my will. You can’t any place I’ve ever struck yet. This explain or excuse that.” country grows on one.f’ - ' . j “Pin not attempting excuses,” Bill ' r Cantori, Ohio.—“I suffered from • female trouble which caused me much suffering, and two doctors decided that I would hare to go through aa operation .before I could get Well. “My mother, who had been helped by Lydia E. Pinkhamw Vegetable Com-* pound, advised me to try it before sub mitting to an opera tion. It relieved me up nerves, Hazei re- “Yes—ron om tor fed. 1 - .. -~" Bill smiled, and, rising. began to clear away the dishes. H zej resisted an im pulse to help. She would not work*; she would* not lift 1 er finger to any task, she reminded herself. . He had put her In her present position, and he could wait on her. she rested an elbow on the table and watched him. made answer. “There are two things I never do—apologize or bully. I dare say that’s one reason the Meadows gives me such a black eye. If they weren’t a good deal afraid of me, and "always laying for a chance to do me up. they wouldn’t let me stny in the town overnight. So you can see what a handicap I was under when It came from my troubles so I can do my house work without any difficulty. . I advise any woman who M afflicted with female troubles to give Lydia E. Pinkhamfs Vegetable Com pound a trial and it will do as much for them.”—Mrs. Marie Boyd, 1421 6th St, N. E., Canton, Ohio. Sometimes there are serious condi tions where a hospital operation is the only alternative, but on the other hand so many women have been cured by this famous root and herb remedy, Lyaia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound, after doctors have said that an operation was necessary — every woman who wants to avoid an operation should give it a fair trial before submitting to such m trying ordeal, -r If complications exist, write to Lydia E. Pinkharfi Medicine Co., Lynn, Mass., for advice. The result of many yea** experience is at your service. 0 Not to Taste. “Did your attention’s to the heiress hear any fruit?" “Uh. yes * she budded me a lemon.” to making your acquaintance- and In..tha-midst of hla wark he stopped 'courting yon In* the orthodox manner.'” - suddenly. . 7 “You’ve made a great mistake,” she “There’s oceans of time to do this.” said bitterly, “If you think you’ve re- he observed. “I’m Just a wee hit moved the handicap. I’ve suffered a tired, if anybody should ask you. Let’s j great deal at the hands of men In the camp In the other room. It’s a heap past six months. I’m beginning to be- WriRht’s Indian Vegetable Pills contain nothing but vtgrtable Irtgredl-ivta. which MS. Tcmtjr «» artomc ana purgative. AdV. *' Heredity. “flow bent that young man Is!” “No wonder. He comes of a crooked family. . * : with a great black and red and yellow rug of curious weave. Covering up the bare surface surrounding It were bearskins, black and brown. Her, feet rested' In the fur of a monster silver- tip, fur thicker and Softer than the pile of any carpet ever fabricated by man. All around the walls ran shelves filled with books. A guitar stood In one corner, a mandolin in another. Except for the dust that had gath ered lightly In Its owner's absence, the place was as neat and clean as if the housemaid had but gone over It. Hazel shrugged her shoulders. Roaring Bill Wagstaff became, if anything, more of. un enigma than ever, In the light of hls v dwelling. She recollected that Cariboo Meadows had regarded him askance, ; and wopdered why:* He come In while her gaze was still roving from one object to another, and threw his yvet outer clothing,, boy fashion, on the nearest’ chair. “Well,” he said, “we’re here.” “Please- don’t forget,^Mr. Wagstaff,” she replied coldly, “that I would much prefer not to.be here.”— He stood a moment regarding her with his odd smile. Then he want Into the adjoining room. Out of this he presently emerged, dragging a small 'steamer trunk. He opened- it, got down on his knot's,, and pawed over the con- was lightened military brushes, and sundry articles, hacked with silver and engraved with his Initials. Perhaps with a spice of malice, she put on a few’ ext w touches.^ There would be some small sntlsfac-^ tlon In tnntlllzlng Bill Wagstaff—even If she could not help feeling that It might he a dangerous game.* And, thus arrayed In the weapons of her sex, she slipped on the kimono, and went Into the living room to the cheerful glow of the fire. Bill remained busy in the kitchen. Dusk fell. The gleam of a light showed through a crack in the door. In the big room only the lire gave battle to more comfy.” -A I l He pUtTnore wood on the kitchen fire, -and set a pot of water to heat. Out in the living room Hazel drew her 1 chair to one side of the hearth. BUI 1 sprawled on the bearskin robe wdth an- other cigarette In his fingers. “No,” he began, after ^ long silence, I “this country doesn’t get on one’s nerves—not If one Is a normal human being. "You’ll find that. When I first came up here I thought so, too; It seemed so big and empty and forbid ding: But the more I see of it the bet ter It compares with the outer world, where the extreme!? of luxury and want are always in evidence. It began to lieve that nil men are brutes at heart.” Roaring Bill sat up and clasped his hands over his knees nnd stared fixedly Into the fire. “No,” he said slowly, “all men ara not brutes—any more than all women are angels. 1*11 convince you of that.” “Take me home, then," she cried for lornly. “That’s Ihe only way you can convince me or make amends.” “No,” Bill murmured, “that Isn’t the way. Walt till you know me better. Besides. I couldn’t take you out now If I wanted to without exposing you to greoter hardships thnn you’ll have to endure here. Do you realize that It’s fall, and we’re In the high latitudes? This snow may not go off at all. Even Heal Baby Rashes I That Itch, burn I and torture. A hot j Cuttcurn Soap hath gives Instant re lief when followed by u gentle appli cation of Cutlcura Ointment. For free i samples address. “Cutlcura, Dept. X, I*Boston.” At druggists and by malL I Soap 25, Ointment 25 and 50.—Adv. Some men never do things by halves. They go out to have a tooth filled and come hack full all over. seem like home to me when I first . . . looked down into this little basin. I lf « doM It will Worm aenln before a Slapped out of thr titula r-Into a llftle 1 tents. Hazel, lookinc’over her shonl- 'ctTttffln'g,. lii which the blurred u*rtline of a cabin showed uuder the wide arras of a leafless tree.- ..-'■'A' The melting snow had soaked through the! coat ; her feet were wet with the clinging flakes, and the chill of a lowering temperature had set Ha- myself in zel shivering. , ; thank you, Roaring Bill halted at the door, and lifted her down from Silk’s back with out the formality of nsklng her leave. He pulled* the latchstiing, and led her In. Beside the rude Stone fireplace wood qnd kindling were piled In readl- fr>r /-use. Bill kicked the door shut, dropped on his kn'eos and started the fire. In fivp minutes a great blaze leaped and crackled into the wide throat of, the,chimney. Then he piled on more wood, and turned to her. der, saw that the trunk was filled with woman’s garments, and sat amazed. /‘Say, little person,” Bill finally re* marked, “it looks to me as if you could outfit yourself completely right here.” “I, don’t know that I (, are to deck another woman’s finery, she returned perversely. “Now’, see here,” Roaring Bill turned reproachfully; “see here—” He grinned to himself then, and went again Into the other room, returning with a small, square mirror^He plant ed himself squarely in front of her, and held up the glass. /HTizeTTook one zrr look at her.reflection, and she have struck Roaring Bill for^hfs au dacity. She had not reid+fed what an altogether disreputable appearance ..rr*. a T , . ... „ ’a normally good-looking young woman This is tbe bouse that Jack built* couW * s , re ta 7 w0 wcek on a , e 7 7X7 11 T *S, a , n V trail, with atTollet access,.rlrs nn.l twinkle in his s-ray eyes-. “This Is the , nn|y t hr%oth™ on her back. She :mtfl that lives in the house that Jack , r| ^* snn , ch mlrror ^ M t.iillt—- And this —he pointed mis- Af m h „ r chlevously at her—“Is the wDtna~ Xho’s going»to love the man that had a partner then. I shid to him: ‘Here’s a dandy, fine place to winter.’ So we wintered—In a log shack sixteen foot square that Silk and Satin and Nigger have for a stable now. When summer came my partner wanted to move on, so I stayed—stayed and be gan to build for the next winter. And I’ve been working at It ever since, making little things like chairs and tables and shelves, and fixing up game heads \vhenever I grit an extra good one. And maybe two or three times a year I’d go out. Got restless, you know. Tm nbt really a hermit by na ture. Lord, the things I’ve packed In here from the outside! Books—I hired a whole pack train at Ashcroft once to bring In just hooks; they thought I was crazy, I guess. I’ve qjilt this place once or twice, but I always come back/. ^ , , , , . , ^ If, *ot that home fcellns thntXgMrt; .ipdcpeDdcDce curried, whether or a , —, , , . J . no, Into the heart of the wilderness at And anywhere else. Only It hud ntwuys |h „ w|w Bt0M| , week. You couldn’t wallow through snow to your waist In forty-below-zera weather.” “People will pass here, and ril get word out,” Hazel asserted desperately. “What good would that do you? You’ve got too much conventional re gard for what you term your reputa tion to send word to Cariboo Meadow* that you’re living back here with Roan* ing Bill Wagstaff, and won’t some one please come and rescue you.*’ He paused to let that 1 sink in, then con tinued: “Besides, you won’t see a white face before spring; then-only by accident. No one In the North, out side of a f£W Indians, has ever seen this cabin or knows where it stands.” SheXt dumb, raging Inwardly. Fof the^mlnute she could have killed Roar- She who had been so sure In lacked one Important home qualifica tion,” he finished softly: 1 "Do you ever build air cattles 2” “No,” Hazel answered untruthfully, uneasy at^th® trend of his talk. She Hazel Saw That the Trunk Was Filled , With Woman’s Garments. the shadows^fhrowlng n ruddy glow into Thecorners. Presently Bill cam?Jn with a pair of candles which on the mantel above the fire- wns learning that Bill Wagstaff, for all h1s gentleness and patience with ^h€r, was a persistent mortal. “Well, I do,” he continued,* unper turbed. “Lots of ’em. But mostly around one thing—a woman—a dream woman—because I never saw ope that seemed to fit In until I ran across you.” “Mr. Wagstaff,” <fiaze\ pleaded, “won’t you please "stop talking jlke that? It isn’t—It Isn’t—” ‘ “Isn’t proper. T Suppose,” Bill sup plied dr^Iy. “Now, that’s merely an error, and a fundnmental error on your part, little person. Our emotion nnd » -v res Ir. The house that Jack built. “That’s a lie!" she flu. through hey chntteripgAeeth. ^ ^ “Well, we’ll segXnc answered cheer fully. “GetTiXhere close to the fire and tak? “Off thosXyet things while I putjyrfny the horsesAx^ with that he went oht whistling. CHAPTER VL i A Little Personal History. Hazel discarded the 4 wet coat, and, drawing a chair up to tbo-ffre, took off her sopping footgear and toasted her bare feet at the blaze. Her cloth ing wa3 also wet, and she wondered pettishly how hi the world she was going to manage with only the gar ments on her back—and those dirty und torn from hacking through the •brush for a matter of two weeks. Ac- - corillng to her standards, that was reach, and laid thj glass on the table. “You’ll feel a whole lot better able to ' cope with the situation,” he told her stormlly* smilingly, “when you get some decent. clothes on and your hair fixed. That's a woman. And you don’t need to feel squeamish about these things. This trunk’s got a history, lef trie tell you. A bunch of simon-pure tenderfeet I strayed Into the -Mountains west-of: here a couple of summer!* ago.- There j were twor xyMnen Ip tbe bynch. The^ youngest/rtne, who was about your age land £?£e, must have had more than hey share ofAanity. I guess, she" flg- MYed. on charming the bear and. the moose, or the simple aborigines who dwell in this neck oif the woods. Any how, she had all kinds of unnecessary fixings along, that trunkful of stuff In the lot. You can Imagine what a nice time their'guides had packing that on a horse, eh?, They got Into a deuce of a pickle finally, and had to abandon roughing It with a vengeance. . But ( the steamer trunk.. I lent them a hand, presently she ga?e over thinking 6f her , and they told me 16 help myself to the slight. The fire wanned her. and. with I stuff. 1 So I did- after they were oat hoy. “You look good enough I'm not a cannibal, however,” he con tinued hastily, when nazel flushed. She was not used to such plain speak^ Ing. “And supper’s ready. Come on 1” The table was set. Moreover, to her surprise—and yet not so greatly to her surprise, fof she was beginning to ex pect almost anything from this para doxical young man—it-was spread with linen, and .the cutlery was silver, the dishes china, In' contradistinction To the tinware of his camp outfit. As a cook Roaring Bill Wagstaff had no cause to be ashamed of himself, and Hazel enjoyed the meal, particularly since she had eaten nothing since six 4n the mo.rnfrrg. After a time, when her appetite was partially satisfied, she took to glancing oVer hjs kitchen. There* seemed to be some adjunct of a kitchen missing. A fire burned on a hearth similar to the one In -the living room. 'Pots stood about the edge of the fires,* But there was no sign of a stove. ' Bill finished eating, aqdjqsqrted to cigarette material Instead of his pip£ “Well, little person,” he said at last, “tfhei do you think of this Joint of mine, anywayT’ - ~ , -y— “I’ve Just been wondering,” she re plied.- “I don’t see any stove, yet you confessed rowdy. In 111 repute among his own kind. There was a slumber- tug devil in Miss Hazel Weir, and It took little to wake her temper. Sho looked at Bill Wagstaff, and her breast heaved. He was responsible, nnd he could sit coolly talking about it. The resentment that had smoldered against Andrew Bush and .TneJt Barrow-concen trated on Roaring Bill os the arch of* fender of them all. And lest she yield to a savage impulse,to scream at him* she got up and ran Into the bedroom, slammed the door shut behind her, and threw herself across the bed to mufflt the sound of her cryingTn a pillow. 7" : After a time, she lifted her head, Outside, the wind whistled gustily ,nround “In cold weatfr was WAS DISCOURAGED Lost 65 Pounds ii Weight aid Had to Give Up Work. HuBeei Well Since Using Doan’s. “Being exposed to extreme heat when working as un engineer, and then going outdoors to cool off, caused rpy/kldney trouble,” say* Karl Gderlng, 8513 N. Orkney St, Philadelphia, Pa. pt and when It dump, my Joints and muscles would swell and ache and often my limbs were so badly af fected it was only with great misery I was able to get around. For a week I was laid up In t>cd. hardly able to ^ move hand or foot. . “Another trouble was from Irreg ular and scanty passages of the kidney secretions. I became dnlt and weak nnd had to give up my work, tienduches and dizzy spells nearly blinded rue and ! went from. 265 to 26U in weight. Nothin helped me and I felt I was doome< to suffer. V “At last 1 had the good fortune to hear of Doan's Kidney Pills and be gan'taking thenn I soon got back my strength and weight and all the rheumatic pains nnd other kidney troubles left. I have remained cured*.” Sworn to before me, WM. H. M’MUNN, Notary Public. G«t Dean's at Any Store, 60c a Bos DOAN’S “p'/LIV FOSTER-M1LBURN CO, BUFFALO. N.Y. the cabin corners. - In th« o.r. You look good enough to call , „„ wn f„„„ snw „;^ s ' y,.!,Ve cot 1 an artificial standard to Judge by. her d00r * " l "“ n f, " n,ly at the for en ' 1 that’s all. And I"don’t suppose-you Miller’s Antiseptic 01!, Known at SNAKE OIL i have the least Idea how pinny lives are spoiled one way and another by the operation of those same artificial stand ards in this little oldl world. Now, I may seem to you a lawless, -.uuprtn- WlLL POSITIVELY R1LIEVE PAJM IN THREE MINUTES Try it right now for Rheumatism, Neu ralgia, Lumbago, sore, stiff and swollen Joints, palfts"trr the it. ail, back jyid ilmbe, corns, bunions, etc. After one appucetlOII of the room. A beanL of light shone pain.riisappears as if by magic, through the generous latchstring hoi* A new remedy used InteAally and In the door. Stealing softly over she temaiiy for Troughs, Colds, Croup, I Stealing softly over t she peeped through this hole.'. From' end to end of the big room and hack again Roaring BUI paced slowly, looking clplcd Individual Indeed ^.~. r re, straight nhoad of him with a fixed. acted contrary to von'r Idea *» hl * nether lip. Hazel blinked wondering* j ly. Many an hour in the last three a lot of their stuff; among other thlngbj hare food here that* looks as if It were baked, abd biscuits that must have been cooked in an oven.” * “You wt bo atovo for tho good and contrary to yourJdea of the ah cepted order pf things. But here’s my side of it: I’m In search of happiness. | We all are.’ I have a few ideals—and very few illusions. I don’t quite believe ■ in this thing called love at first sigjit* That presupposes a volatility'oT emo tion that people* of- any strength of character, are not likely to indulge in. But—for Instance,* a man 'can-have a very definite Ideal of the kind of wom- mpnths she had walked the floor like that, biting her lip in mental'agony. And then, while she was Jpoklng, Bill abruptly extinguished tW candles. In the red gleam froip the hearth she saw him go into the kitchen, closing th* floor softly. After *haC there was no sound but the swirl of, the storm au he would tike Tor a mate, the kind bni8 J ln « # at her window, of woman he could he happy with and , ,.7 • „ cotrld make'happy. And whenever hF" finds a t^man who corresponds to that . ideal he’s apt to make a strenuous at : ' tempt to get her. That’s pretty much how I felt about you.” j "You had no right to kidnap me,” ! Hazel began. ~ ' ' “You had no business gettlDg lost | and making It possible for me to carry „vou off,” Bill replied. “Isn’t that logic?" “I’ll never forgiv" you ” Hazel flashed. “It was treacherous and un- j - manly. There are other ways of win- j nlng a woman.” ' “Thi-e wasn’t any other way open ^ **- ■I Sore Throat! Diphtheria afid Tonailitla. This oil is conceded to be*the most pene trating remedy known. Its prompt and immediate effect in relieving pein is due To the fact thaUlt penetrates to the af fected parts at once. As an illustration pour ten drops on the thickest piece of sole leather and it will penetrate this aub- stanee through and through in three min utes. Accept np substitute. This great oil Is golden red color only. Every bottle guar anteed; 30c, 60c and 11.00 a bottle or money refunded at all leading druggists, or sent postpaid from ' * ... v. . • ■ jj HERB 1UICE MEDICINE COl, JACKSON, TEML FROST PR CABBAGE Early Jersey and Charleston Waksfl cession and Flat akcfleld, 0a» Dutch. By titfiis, 600, tlJi; upatiua F.a 1000, *8.00; 6,000at *1.75; 10,000 . B. HERE. Delivered parcel poet 100, Jn line with Roaring Bill’s forecast the weather cleared for a brief spaa ^ - - - — and then winter shut down ito earhesT ' ~ . p iaa«nnN «n«MFJlvnJR- A. C. Dolly tho coldj Incroased. till a half O. F. JAMBON, SUMMERVMaat Inch layer of frost stood on tbe cablt paneR. How Hazel passes the winter in the “wilds” and wh*t hap pens when spring brings a -ehhnce for her release, j* told in the next installment.’ (TO SS £OSYLi>'L’£D Tom Watson Melon Seed Csr*fBlly selected 1917 crop, U cenU posed MS* paid. N. W. McLEOD, ALClLLJk.FLORIDA IRRITATING COUGHS Promptly treat coashs. cotda. boa broocbltjs sad similar iniamwl bad 1 conditions oft*t throatwttka tested n PISO’ 1