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k p TOE CtJWtON CHR0N1C?LE, CLINTON^ ■P C. TTZ * * I SECOND INSTALLMENT V ^ Synopsis: Strange friends' they — yoang Ed MarUand, whose fathers followed the sea from* Ndw Eii^nd, but who had started north to make his fortune when the first news of the Yukon gold find in *97, found • him stranded on the Pa cific coast; and Speed Malone, who 'told little enough of his past but ad mitted to a knowledge of all the gold camps. With ten 'dollars — half of Jfaitland’s total w^lthSpeed gets into a game of Solo, an<^ seems to be winninlg* ' ' " (No^ Go On With the Story). h^ led him i^Oi^ study pfadmir- alty_lawT—a vocation his ^sea-going faliiers would not have admired. int^ a billowing haze of darkness. HeT wae recalled to semi-conscious ness for the last time by what sound* I, Me was sent west to investigate a. wreck off the Farcallones, near San Francisco — his first important com mission, But he had foimd the owners in a position' rather Jike that of, his own people when they crashed. ‘His sympathy and fights of the case were with the strataded adventurers as against the bankers. He had wired a report m fair to both sides as he could make it. The return wire had virtually ac cused him of being bought by the ed Itike a cry fron^ th| other; theq ^ he' had owners. In a gust of anger The sweet singers preluded their !r«gi||rned, though the whole structure ..L _ jj i plans went foundering on that harmony_with a considerate warning. “Removin' gold mines from gamblers is'our daily routine, stranger. We’ll set a quarter point, unless you feel hankefin’s for ruin in a bigger way." “Quarter spHs ine," said Speed mod estly, and made a precarious club bid rwhich they passed with becoming gravity. On the completion of the fin al trick* however, their attention be came more exact. Maitland knew nothMig gama moans of recovoriog more than but was fascinated by the mbvement of his companion’s hands while deal ing. The fingers that moved so sup- plely over the keyS^pf an accoMion, seemed to lure musie of anotliec kind from the smooth cards, as*^ he riffled and snapped them into place and shot them out with clean precision, drop ping the last of the round and the three cards of the widow almost in one gesture. He w<m the next bid with a heart solo. This time his opponents did not conceal their conviction that the game unsound. But before they Had was reef. He was unwilling to return' home till he had regained his footing, but his career was not an easy wreck to salvage. Jobless, and with his small capital dwindling,' he had been roving the wharves of that misty weetem port of adventure when the news of the gold strike on Bonanza Creek burst on the world like a rocket—promising he^ waves slappmg^gainst the hol low prow of a simll b^^ and the fa- mitthr creak and thump of oarlocks. When he opened his eyes, the gam bler was sitting at a table '^ith a steaming cup in one hand and a cig arette in the other, wAtching him. He found himself swathed in blankets in a dim enclosure. The floor roHed .^lightly and at first he did not know whether he was dizzy orji^t sea. Before he had time to obwrve more, the gambler was hiding him a cup ful of hot wine with the cheerful sug- ge.stion, ~ “Hoist yourself round this." "Che drink helped clear his head'. “Where's the steamer1" he asked. “Hell and gone by now," said-Speed, watching the boy’s face daricen and then light again with an illusory hope. ■ Maiitlai^ stretched himself painful ly. “Whose boat, is thia?.” “Some frog fisherman from Seattle was headin’ for the halibut banks' lyhen the fog stopped bim.' rfe pulled in close to the buoy to be''^lMr of the shippih’ track. Now he say si he'll take us ashor^_when he gets a Wind. Don't r^kon he’ll get one for a piece,'but it won’t huK ve^none to thaw a, while.” A dark wavering in i shaft ojf 'light that fell into the csibin from the cock pit caused him to look up^ ’Tbrougb the aperture two heavy sea boots'came into view, followed by a pair of cor duroy trousersil-a • blue, close-fitting jersey with shrunken sleeves- and a plump and swarthy face, bluish around the chin where the beard was shaven ind 'topped by a bkck cap with a shining visor. “Hoiw does she blow. Boss?" asked Speed, as the man entered. “Ze win’ he draw her ver’ slow. I tek you ashore, feefteen dollar. Non?” “No," was the gambler’s dry opm- ment. “With the price of wum goin’ up this way I reckon wc’ll stay where we set.” The fisherman- sprayed his hands. “C’est la Mague, quoi? I mek ze feeshen’two, zree day. B’en,” he added in a quieter tone, “I tek you '7 rAGBSEVSn back to Seattle, fcefty dollar.’’" “Go you horse thief,” Spe^ swer^j,go<>d-huiboredly. “You’ve-got Chuck enough in this wagon to ride us to the fishbaYiks and ^k, and it wouldn’t cost you five dollars. How- ’ver, we ain’t goin’ to Seattle,‘or fj^-. ill’ heither." . (CoAtinued Next’Week). / .MEMORIAM I • “Beautiful toiler, her work well done; Beautiful soul, into glory gone;., Beautiful life, with its crown now * won; ——— God giveth her rest.” ' ’ Early Sunday morning, March fs, 183-1, Mrs. Rebecca Shanos entered up on her heavenly rest. She was bom April 20, 1854, the daughtec.^. George Pringle Copeland and Frances Young Copeland, and had lived in Clinton all her life. Her husband^^ Dr. W. A. Shands, preceded her to the grave 18 years ago. The daughter of an elder and the .'vifc of a deacon bfnhis church, she uritod with the cljurch early in life^ and her loyaRy and * lo^e for heC church and its worship was a marked characteristic of her life. She was a faithfuPand devoted Tnember of this \!jx'liary from the time of itVprgani- zation, Hnd her presence is sadly mita* .ed. ■ / /. : . A gcnltewoman of the old school, she was fHithfal in all her relationsjof, life. Even in her later yean^en her strength/ waa failihig, her devotion ahd care foi* the nmaining membars of her family won her the afl^ion' of all who k^ew her. Deeply attached to her church and ^home, sincere, 4oV'S' able, generous, in her were ..trended the^ strong traits of character 'whlctt T rk one hs a true woman and clliiTd Ghd. ’ ' a ' Mrs. J. F. Jacobs, Sf., _ Circle No. 7. / KspUlns Uw mmmUMuWtllmnl TVaafifMnf which U bfiiiKiiM •maiinf relief. Sold o^.iraBCM inf reli PneOESS MRMUMTIIII —for those suffwing tt6m STOMACH on DUOOtNAL , ULcaas, pooa diobs- TION. ACID OYSnniAj SOUK STOMACH, OASSl- KKSS. HKARTBVRN.OON- 8TIPATION, BAD BKBATHf 8LZBPLK88NKS8 OR HBAO- . ACHES. DUB TO BXCBBS ACID. AA forefrweomw of Moiosga Ws an Authoriacd WUUrd Dcolera. Smith’s Pharmacy / recovered from that certainty, he had made his point by a shrewd handling of low cards.-The sweet singers took a firmer grip on their cigars and set tled into the game. Stakes began to climb. Frog bids vanished. Onlookers edged in^ from other groups to watch the play-^ among them a burly red-faced man who stood obscurely at the rim of the circle with his eyes fixed intently on Speed’s face and hands. 'The gambler remained calm and composed as • deacon, playing good hands and bad with equal devoutness — or rather making bad ones good, for the cards were running hard against him. "" “Wouldn’t surprise me a whole IM to hear you’d played this game afore," the man declared, m be lit a dgar be fore picking up a ne^r hand. *Sp^ was busy arranging his cards and did imt answer. When be raised his eyes it was in a-preocc'upied way in Maitland’s direction, but they rest ed instead on someone else in the crowd.- One of his eyelids flickered slightly, as if to evade a wreath of cigarette smoke. From the gold he had collect, he transferred two hand fuls to his pockets. The remainder of the pile he pushed out to center. “’This stack sdys I don’t take a trick,’^ he observed. “I'm goin’ ‘misers’.” Had Maitland been watching close- he had lost “If you wasn’t a gambler. Bud . . Something the Westenier had said re curred to him now. He had been care ful in buying his outfit, weighing the value of every purchase against his resources. His having dra'wn a pass age on this derelict .side-wheeler 'was a queer mischance, but he believed the old tub was a little stauncher than, she looked. Whether it was a wild gamble depended rather, he thought, on him self. The pistol shot that cut the thread of his revery came from the region of the ship where he had left his peck. As he turned, he obtained a sheer.view of the Ship's side, and saw, sharply outlined in the fog, the, figure of burly, red-faced tnan who was peering over the rail with a smoking revolver in his hand. Someone touched his elbow. “Man shot your pardner,” a voice said. “He's overboard.” He picked up the words on the wing and shredded them for sense. A hand ful of cards held by one of the watch ers at .the rail gave him the inkling of an answer. A gambler’s quarrel— quick fingers not quick enough — a shot, a rush . . . ? He had often seen men take that plunge for much leas, but this-man—? Heads "were craned back toward the blank space the ship was leaving. “Wounded? Probably not much of a swimmer, if he came from inland. The boats would be slow ..." ■ Maitland’s l«p from the rail waa so swift that the engines were not re versed for a minute after he dived. When he came to the surface, hardly knowing- in that rmy murk whether he was breathing fog or “sea, the steamer was put of sight. Unable to see through the blur of spray and fog, he paused to listen for a cry. Relaxing was an effort; the cold brine had teeth of fire. Soon he caught a splashing sound not far S/\ .■ ■■ - v .. I MSI H/\ip The CROP Both of these Farm of these photo^pha were taken on the Nolan Brothers , Madison; G*. The RUSTY cotton (above) received 8-4-4 (PNK) fertiliser and nitrogen top-dresaer. There U no RUST th ^ the normal, healthy cotton (below) which received the same fer tiliser and nitrogen top-dreeeer PLUS an extra application of NV- POTASH, T. H. NoAn eaye: *T have learned a lot about potaah during the last few yeara. It helped me ralae my yield from one- half to almost one bale per acre. We expect to have two cars of NV High-grade 20% Kalnlt put^jg our cotton fertilizert thia year/' ly, he would have noticed a slight ahead. Swiftly as he went, the sound 'shifting on the part of the red-faced . man among the spectators. He might have remembered that skill in this game was one of the few identifying traits of the bandit. Buck Solo—if he had not believed the bandit to be a captive in the Okanagahs. He. might have noticed, too, that in a lazy up ward glance that seemed to take cog nizance of nothing, this fact had been oaui^t and registe^ by the man un der obeervation. But no one’s atten tion is riwrpened by watching a game .he does not understand, and Mait- laad’s intarest had begun to stray. He elbowed his way out of the circle to ramble over the ship. Most of the passengers hdving chos en a position amidships, he found thaA the orowd/ihinned as he went forward of the main cabin. At the forward - rail a lookout stood atoipe, peering into the^lankei AlMad* .They were now in the outer waters of the SouimI; the traffic had dwindled and the homing of sirens muffledjn far 'distance. '‘How does she lie?” he asked the lookout. “Off Port Towneend,” the man - said, without turning. boy^^stofid by the jail awhile, eyeing tite dim tnih of wHt^ Mow, and that gray essence of thii^ un seen fnd unforseen thro'ugh which the steamer was cleaving her blinded course. He was not conscious of a contra diction in his adive to the Weetemer about gambling, tho.ugh it ran deeper than his mere preaenee on the “George E.^ Starr.” Men of his name and blood had raced for cargoes in the days of the clipper ships, and later plunged the ariraiHigs into deep-bottomed ear ners—to lose them finally in wilder games of chance with the sea. His father had gone down in a storm'with two of their ships. This tragedy had caused bis mother’s death when he waa bom. The remnant of the original stakes left in ph^ had been involved by.a defect in the imderwriting of the lost cargoes. J , . His earliestg^Mle^ was of a small '' schooner which his grsndfather had managed to salvage out of the ffeneral jsrrec^ 'Piam the old man he had ieanwd, akmg with a knowledie of ehips and water. After his grandfa^- er’s death, he had found employndH^ withta-flrm of undetwiHera’ ageutBr repmtiBC receded.-,He stopped again. Hearing a sound once more, he shouted. There was no answer, and he kept on, loeipg count of the space he was putting between himself and .the steamer. The. gambler, if the sound he heard was his swimming, might either be trying to make his way ashore, or might have lost his- bearings in the fog. It seemed more probable that he had drowned. He halted to tread the water in the icy swell and shouted. The cry rasp ed in his throat. 'This time he seemed to hear an answer, but in the same instant his body was. pierced by a searing stab. The muscles of his back twisted in a paralyziiHr lowt that stopped his* breath, 'niough the cramp was unbreakable, he fought it with every reserve of his will, as it drag ged him dawn,' impotent, into 'shad- swiriinf, ifettmg depths. lungs hea'viKl; 'drdnui roar^ in his ears; his heart seemed to wedge in his throat. - Shadows dissolved around him into misty daylight. Something was sup porting him, choked and. mimb, on the summit of a swaying world of wi^tera, and he heard a voice saying between breaths: “W^, I’ll be doggoned. So it’s you . . . you ornery young son of a dog. Last dive most got me . .. wind ed ... R^oned you was the deputy." Even the sight of the gambit dripping - face failed to make this clear. “Don’t figure I could swim ye ashore^" the voice continued. “And I’m locoed if 1 call that boat.” Yet this was exactly what Maitland heard him do a few. moments later, but there was no answer. Maitland knew too wiell the disad vantage of a buoy as^ refuge drowning men in s^og. Fsssmg ships give it as -wide a' berth as possible. With this thought he realized the^full irony of what had happened. His at tempted rescue was worse than use less; he was actually dragging down the man he had dW to saye. That final detail s^niric him as unfair. He tried'- to wrench himself free. But though the gambler’s bold wav ered, be coUld not lodsen'it When he stnigffl^d to speak the arm only grip ped him tighter. Then everything was drenched inja fantastic ether, throni^ which floated imagse of boyhood POTASH PREVENTS RUST, helps control Wilt and produces vigorous, healthy plants, wkh less sheddingi^larger^j^lls that are easier to pick, and better yields of uniform, high-quality line But, you must make sure you use enough NV POTASH. The average cotton fertilizer," used in the past, does not contain sufficient NV POTASH to prevent extreme potash starvation, cpmnTonly known as RUST. If you have been using fertilizer containing only 3 or 4% potash, ask your fertilizer man about the small extra cost of a similar mixture containihgiS to 10% potash. Figured in terms of an acre the cost is so small that only a few extra pounds of seed cotton'will be needed to p^ the difference. Yet Thopsands oif farmers have found that extra NV POTASH pays fiSr itself many times over in extra yields. It helps you get greater benefits from the other elements in your^ertilizer. It will pay you to select and use the fertilizer that is .well-balanced with 8 to 10% NV POTASH. Where RUST was very severe it will alM pay you to top-dress, jyhen you chop out, with 200 pounds of NV Hi^-grade 20% Kaink, or 100 pounda^of NV 50% Muriate of Potash per acre. NV PpTASH PAYS! ~ ^ . -i. NV 50% Muriate of Potaah checked RUST to the very row where It wax applM for Frank Cannon, Calhoun Falla, S. C. This whole.fleld received S-3-3 (FNK) fertilizer. Without extra NV Muriate the cotton waa hardly worth picking. With extra NV Muri ate, he produced a bale per acre. Cotton never Rusts WHEN WELL-FED WITH '/ *JVJ A ■ J \ JLr-- ealvage. ft ^taga Ibog foEgottsa, and he aaak '■**—IA “ • ' ’ A . ' ■f Ny ^ \ . \ . .. A , ti m. POTASH •'I c** When you buyjtraight potash or potash in mixed fertUneft it Pays ta‘ mtike surg you get genuine W POTASH-“f Ad same potash that helped Southern farmers to prodnee bigger yields of better quality crops for more than fifyyeanl ILV. NTMN EXPORT MY., he, Ihst BaMv, Atiaats,1k if -■'r AVA