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/ ) 'i SBVENTtt INSTALLMENT Sjnoptia:^ Toqi^ Ed Biaitland, son of a England seafarinf^family, and tbo hardened gambler, Speed Ma lone, met on a trip north to the Yu kon gold fi^s in *97, when, word of the rich joi^~thereIfintt ^une down tha Pacific coast Maitiand^wyts d^ tennined to tnn back his lost fortune, before iie retunwd home. The two men became partners,. Speed promis ing not to get tangled |trith the law if be could help it and to clekr out from the partnership if he' did. Frenchy, the fisherman whose smack took the ^o men north; Lu(;k Rose, the beautiful girl who had given a ring to Maitland as a keepsake; Fal lon, camp leiader, resentful of Rose’s attention to Maitland; Steiner, the money lender;- young Pete fnd his drunken partner Bill Owens; Eirent, old-time proepector; Garnet, well-to- do traveler who hired Maitland and Speed to take his things over the mountains — these are this principal figures in the story. Malone, Mait land and Garnet hauled part of his stuff from the canvas camp, on the Skag^y beacBrover the~frail to the and no tie al Strong as^ that which binds a man^ a partner against fighting odds, and with Maitland the bond had been steel-woven by the memory of a bleak*^ day in the Sound.' plan. They suspedled that Speed had Speed here found himself opposing a guard on th^hiH to.^ protect something as elemental as his own refusal to yield. s * « camp in the hills called Liarsville. Beyond, the trail was almost impass able. Speed broke up a shell game and be and Fallon clashed over closing the trail for repairs. Now Go On With the Story. The creek had a glaci|d canyon, mth smooth rock faces in the bed, and a timber growth that atrated well up on the steep banks. Above a defile connecting vrHh a bridge, there was a rocky ^ bluff which commanded a long view of the canyon and of the trail along the rim. Its weakness lay in a broken gulch that fell from it into the creek on the north side, and its possible exposure to gunfire from the hills on the other bank. It would be difficult to take, however, on the side facing the trail. Here, with a rock corral, some canteen, several boxes of shells and goods lay stacked; provisions, a water a forty-four Winchester carbine. The outlaw had evidently foreseen ‘what ■wma coming. The men who had started the ascent, paused irresolutely; These shots from above came'as a surprise, throwing a new and disturbing factor into th%!ir the bluff,and they had no way rof guessing its stren^h. Finally they dropped back into the canyon, to con sult, it seemed, with their leader WHAfS THE MATTER WITH YOUR CHILD? Jjy Frank‘Howard|^ftiehardsoii, M, D>, F. A.^ Ci^ Pr Dr. Richardum will aasww questions of The Chronicle readbrs by mail ' if accompanied by -a helf-^addressed, stamped envelope. Address him at Black Mountain, C. _ ' t . v . * 'i'' PAGE SEYEH You haven’t any men up on that hill?” Maitland asked Speed. Speed’s grin was mysterious. “Ain’t I, though. I got one, and he’s as good ks a gang. The little devil had it all figxired ^ when he- crossed the i S’^M HEAT i f Of what advantage is it to liiave steam heat in a home in which there are children? MiKh, ev^iry way. It al lots olan even heat ip various rooms jof the house that are used for dif- bridge,” “Pete!” purposes; it is immeasurably easier thah the open fireplace or small stoVes that are still employed in a very j^at number of small homes. But every advantage has its^'corre- The shell dealer, whose eyes had never left Speed’s face, dhred into the V crowd. No one else saw the lightning iljwture with which the outlaw jerked^ hhi guns. There was a glint in both his bands a split fraction of a second before the forty-fives flashed and roared and spoke again. Fallon’s weapons had hardly shifted.wheh they were wrecked in their holsters. The . third shot knocked the cigar from his mouth, and the foUHh 'krent sideways at another mark on the near edge of 'the gaming table, where a man who had drawn at the ^me time a^ Fallon, dropped his gun from a nerveless hand, his wrist streaming blood.' Speed backea away, eyes raking t.lid crowd, guns held close and ready. “I told you I wasn’t patient, and I aint,” he said, in a voice Maitland never had heard. “But bein’ elected camp boss on a platform of cussed- ness, I accept accordin’. Nothin’ on legr wiH -cross Porcupine bridgr^^H the trail from here to there is in shape, and in good shape. The trail is barred for four days work. If anyone doubts about my havin’ the gu^ to make that good, they can signify their views nere and now by sayin’ liar and coyote.” ^ * * • • * • It was the third evening after the baring of the trail. Maitland found IMs partner talking alone with Brent near s^ roughly bridged crossing-at tKTai^r end of tlm road work, which a landslide that day had inter rupted. ^ ■" Daring three days, new-steamers had been pouring into Skagway a mob of adventurers—^“Sweepings” of the Coast towns as well as bong fide prospectors who knew nothing of the cause of the dispute and cared less. Fallon had been packing them in at Liarsville to vote the trail open; had chosen a posse of gunmen in advance from among the wildest Before this gathering threat, 'most of the trail workers had given way. "They’s a shorV string of us will ' go the limit, if you want to,” Brent Maitland exclaimed. But their attention was now sum- 'without its disadvantages. The steam- moned back to the posse. Theyjaught a glimpse of Fallon with his arn\ in a bandage, giving orders. • > Until now Speed had contented him self mainly with making the trail im- pas^ble. Now he shot with a search ing intent to kill,-hoping the while that Pete would vacate his position. But the gun kept spiking on the hill; the boy was, standing his ground spending drsAvback; and steam heat, for all its manifold advantages, isn’t During supper he_jvas broodingly quiet. A blood-red moon was rising through the timber. It lighted the mountain headlands, and left vasty deep shadows, made more tenebrous by the occasional howl of a timber wolf,;a lynx’s shrill bark, or the hoot of an owl. He picked up the carbine^ his eyes on ^something invisible to Maitland, far up the trail. But pres ently he set the gun down. “That’s Pete’s mare,” he said. A blurred shape moved in the dis tant timber shadows. Whfen it crossed a lane of moonlight, Maitland recog nized the mare and the boy. .Guided by a sight as keen as Speed’s, Pete Bullets came toward them as they descended the bluff. There was something gal lant and fine, Maitland thought, about that slight, boyish figure. On meeting-them, Pete gave him a reserved nod; glanced fro mthe bluff to the hills across the canyon, and spoke to Speed. “Need an exter gun hand?” gqt^one too many now,” Speed muttered. ^ “Then you would let me go through? I could ford the creek,” Pete pleads simply. “That wouldn’t be crossin’ it bn legs.” SpwdV“«yei Tested on the mare’s light saddle pack, then on the boy’s face, which looked “pale in the half darkness. “Headin’ for Bennett alen?” he asked. Pete nodded. “My partnetv-Bill’s dead.” The words gave Maitland a pe culiar ahock. “How?” Speed asked softly. _ “He was in. a game—4n Skagway —withr aome of Fallon's men. Lolrf his outfit. He’d been drinkin’. TTi^ found him on the beach,—afterwards —dorwend.” -—' ' Speed did not speak for % moment. Then he said, “How do you aim to make out, kid?” “There’s a man in the Yukon Bill was to meet on the lalies,” fete said hesitantly. *T’m goin* up to find him. If I don’t see you boys again—” the formal tone broke slightly—^“I'm wishln’ you luck. ...” He was in- the saddle and away. The mare shot down the defile at a ’After”"the first'Yfw yards of ascent the timber on the near bank offered the attackers a helpful screen. Speed’s eye came back to the boulders on the other side of the creek. If he could reach, these, he could sweep a wider arc of hill, with no impeding trees. He was gathering up the ammu nition to make this desperate move when a sudden din from below stopped him. Maitland, from his lookout, shouted above the roar, “Look!” The deep voice of a heavy-calibered gun was booming and revereberating through the canyon. It had halted the men on the hill, who now answered it by pouring a hot fir^ into the creek. were splashing like rain around a wiry, gray-headed figure who was fording the creek through a blue smoke haz^, toward the boul ders Speed had had in view.* Coolly munching a largo tobacco wad, he re turned the broadside as he went, with out haste, but with terrible effect. “By Ginger!” cried Sp^. “It^ Brent’s deer gun. And ain’t she a- talkin’!” , . At this point there was a waver ing in the rear of the cp^wd... A hum ran el^trically down the ^ack train, and Fallon summoned back his men.Ul an. exultaxUL. ahouL Thq, crowd spread out to give way te a cavalcade coming down the trail. “Soldiers?” Maitland asked in won der. Continued next week heated house, especially in the warm er climates, is as a rule kept entirely too warm for the average child or in fant. Very few parents are willing, after they have tasted of tlJb soft se ductiveness of central heating, to keep the monster in his place. I am convinced tha,l,.in many, many homes the winter of^ common cold i.i much more common since the days of the gree of heat. And let your^octor tell you wjiat that should fbe, in your cli mate and with your^fanoily. He should be the one to decide that,—not,Aunt This or Uncle' That ivho happens to be visiitng you. replacement of open wood fires with steam heat, than it was l)eforc this great blessing of civilization arrived. Our own feelings are notoriously untrustworthy, so far as concerns the degree of heat that is desirable in the house. The wise course to pursue, whether or not you think it is the necessary one in your case, is to have a thermostate installed, which keeps the fire automatically at the point necessary to givr~you the proper de- Questiona and Anawera . Dr. Richardson: I find so many mothers have no care^or decent pride about their children’s' dress, manners or'morals, that it makes my own prob lem especially difficult. I am con stantly trying to show these naglected children in our neighborhood, whose families are by no means ^oor or'un derprivileged, that they ought to be more self-respecting about the way they look, talk and act. But somehow they don’^t seem to respond; and now adays I have noticed that my own son, a boy of fourteen, looks uncomfortable and ill at ease when I am trying to show these boys where they are wroiy. How can I make him Ashamed ofliimself? as much crurity and laeV of feellag as you ate..hiiming nae for. Lectoriii0 folks, even when they aik.ioj^ it, isn’t very profiUdile busini^ss; and making' boys feel ashamed of their /^tenta isn’t so good either. Better ease up, or your son ia going to make you feel a Jot worse, one of these days? How One Woman Lost 20 Lbs. Lost rier Prominent Hips, Don* ble Chin, Sluggishness , Gained Physical Vigor— A Shapely Figure. rc ~ If you’re fat — first remove tha cause. Take one-half teaspoonful of KRU- SCHEN SALTS in a glass of hot water every morning—in 3 weeks gat on the' scales and note how many - pounds of fat have,^ vanished. " Notice also that you have gained in energy—your skin is clearer—you feel younger in body — KRUSCHEN will give any fat person a joyous surprise. Get a quarter pound jar of KRU SCHEN SALTS from Young’s Phar macy or any leading druggist any- where in America (lasts 4 wieekaL lf AnsWOr: 1 should say you had suc ceeded pretty well, — for he- seems thoroyghly ashamed of something, as you describe the situation, and I am afraid it is of himself for being your son. Does that sound cruel and un feeling? If it <foes, I can assure you that by Jecturing his playmates, and holding up their parents to ridicule or disapproval, as you tell me you are doing, you are being guilty of just ^: this first iKittle doesn’t convince you this is the easiest, aafest and surest way to lose fat—your money returned. 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Taylor and Mr. and Mrs. L..A MdCmry and children spent Saturday with Mrs. Sallie McCurry in Ware Shoals. ■ . Mr. and Mrs. Joe Wofford and fam ily of Charlotte, spent Sunday with Mr. and Mrs. E. L. Thomas. Mrs. Lester Young war called io Baltimore Sunday oiT account of the death of a cousin, Mr. and Mrs. S. H. Keels of New berry spent Sunday with Mr. and Mrs. W. E. Adams. Mrs. J. B. Hart spent last week with headlong gallop, took the trail spani^**’ parents in Belton. was saying. Speed shook his head. “It would n’t be no kind of a break for the boys who made this trail to get hung for it. Tell them—to pick up their tools. Leave her open and atand clear.” “I’ve got an old deer gun back to aamp,” Brent shifted the quid slowly in his cheek. “She ain’t s^ no real action since she fit a etring of hide thieves from a buffalo waller away hack in *71. I’d rutber shoot her out than see you called that way.” There 'waa acknowledgement in Speed’! smile, but ha declined the pro- feaal, and the old-thner i^oomily with drew to carry his decision to the few nen who -were still waiting for it . “Better tz^ with him,. Bud,” Speed aaid to his partner, “and look up Gar net. We ain’t seen him for two days.” .-“What are you goi^ to do?” Mmt- Innd asked, with a forebofUng that- Speed not discloeed his real in- agreed once,” "We agreed once,” aaid the out law, after a pause, “that I’d warn you and >wejd split pardners if { ever went up against the Law. Seems like Fve reached that Junction, Bud. Fm into this play neck deep and I can’t quit.” Maitland gave a sober nod of half comprehension. . “It’s on’y my hand Fallon’s callin,” Speed explained earnestly and with more emphasis. “He’ll head through here, first with his shebang, and either he don’t cross this bridge, or L don’t live to see it. But he has the backin’ of the miners’ law, or will have, by sun-up—” " “Mob Law,” Maitland amended. “If you' don’t see your, way to quit. Speed, you can’t counl me out. On principle. I’d—” • The Westerner groaned., “You or- -nery down-East Yanks, -with your principles and- proveiba—listen. Bud. Whether I^ever |each DaWaon or not don’t nmtter^ 'V^Ie lot; with you it’s diffeiunt. It’s whftt you came for. I’ve figured Garnet as your chance pf ogettin* there. , But there is‘no law. East of West, of the bridge in a beautiful leap, and flashed up the hill on the other side into timberl * * « A half mile to the south "the trail came in view over a timbered moun tain shoulder. In the rising sun, the trees jMt long shadows across it, and it was flickering in'the rosy aisl.es between them that gave the signal. A team of gray-mules topped the rise, shielding the men behind. Other pack animals folded, and t^ir drivers gathere^/^on the vantage ground, peering down the long vista toward the creek crosaing. There was a puff of sn&oko; a bidlet creamed over the bluff through the morning silence; then came the sharp rifle crack. Out of the blue canyon mist, a greaUwin^ golden eagle roee and soared away, “We’re Jake so long as they keep in the creek,” said Speed. “She flat tens out short of the bridge . t . Un less they can dig past under the near bank. Watph that gxiUy, Bud.” He tlrew^ ^ix=shooters from his second birth^ anniver- and inspected them; then raised his head carefully above the rim of the rock corral to get a steeper view. His eye raked-tbe canyon below for a glimpse of FaUon. Stuldenly a bul let went “spend” over the rampart, and he slid back with a grunt, shaking away the blood that oozed from a raw seam above his temple. Smoke was swirling out of some brush a few yards below the point where the trail reached the creek bottom. “Nobody lied,” said Speed, as he tore » handkerchief and tipd it round the wound, “when they said this man Fallon could shoot. But I got him placed now.” • * Changing his positior, he edged along the boulders till he touched the outer rim. A bullet hissed be tween his neck and the rock, with a glancing s^rk. Speed 'whined out and fired in the same instant. “Nicked.his gun am,” he said, as he whipped back into shelter. “Fal lon shoots best left-handed, Watch your gulch, Bud.” Wisps of smoke eddied out from various points, high in the timber. Mr. and Mrs. T. D.' Leonard are spending a few days with Mr. and Mrs. A. George Brown of Clover, visited his brother, Earcie BrO'wn,{]ast Thursday. Mrs. Ray Stevens and daughter of Atlanta, Ga., visited Mrs.. L. H. Poag Monday. Mrs. L. H. Poag spent Tuesday with her mother, Mrs. W. W. Cole, in Ware Shoals. Mr. and Mrs. John Feltman' spent Sunday with Mr. and Mrs. W. A. Gar rett, in Laurens. Mr. and Mrs. J. H. Hall and family visited relatives in Danielsville, Ga.^ Saturday. Mr. and Mrs. Sam Walker of Green ville, visited Mr. and Mrs. L. H. Odell Saturday. Birthday Parties Blarch seems to be a month of birth-, days. During the past week-end four » little folk celebrated their birthdays with pretty pkrties^ with cakes, can dles, gifts, etc. little Edward Kay ob- sary; Lois Famer, seventh; Mary Francis, eighth; Evelyir 'Gardner, tenth. ' ^ In HoapiUl Lloyd Taylor is a patient at the Newberry hospital, where he under went an operation for appendicitis on Thursday. — Funeral For Mr. Stroud Funeral services for Isaac E. S|iroud, who died early Tu^ay morning in a hospital in Columbia, were held at the Goldville church Wednesday after noon at two o’clock. Intement fol lowed in Rosemont eemetery in New berry. " Mr. Stroud is survived by his wjfe, who before her marriage was Miss Beulah Dickert; one daughter, Mrs. Cleve Brannon; three sons," Irvin Stroud of Fort Benning, Ga., Gray and Charlie of Goldville; two sisters, Mrs. J. E. Painter of Clinton, and Mrs. Lewis Bobo of Whitmire; three broth ers, John Stroud and King Stroud of Spartanburg, and Jonah Stroud of Columbia. The EOOp fILE for froth vogotablo^r lofF-ovorf^airy Ifedtfett. Th^OATROL PANEL with 12 froox(iig tpoodt. Tho PASTRY SET with rofris- orelod relliog pio. r Ami. Tho FROST CHEST for k*op; ing ftih. moot, otc^' indef- initoly at bolow-frooxing tomperoture. .•* Frank E. Miller CLINTON, S. a \ \