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CHAPTER IX? Continued ?12? But though he crossed many a horse track, he accepted none of them as the trail of the horse he sought. All after nooq he worked through the long lone linesses, covering many a weary mile. Twenty riders besides himself might be working the West Cuts for all Ken tucky knew ; the West Cuts could have hidden a thousand more. Their Illimit able emptinesses made a man on a horse seem to crawl like an ant. de scending deep hour-long declivities, only to climb again eternally. He was a long way from home by the time tha^ he decided he must have overshot. Once he had seen two rid ers, whom he recognized as 88 men, working 88 stock ; but Bill MeCord was neither one of them. Lee Bishop continued to elude him, lost In the maze. ? The sun was setting; above Wolf Bench the wrinkled penks of the Marl copas Beemed to float detached f.om the earth, vast delicate traceries of pale blue shadow, set off with crooked red-gold tracings where the westering sun poured golden light upon the snow. Across Wolf Bench, already In the shndow, a dark bitter-cold breeze began to blow, smelling of frost and blown snow. Kentucky Jones sat his horse upon a high point, and wondered if Lee Bishop were dead. The frozen wind, forecasting: the night, always brought to his mind the things to which a range rider has a right to look forward at that hour: the gleam of a little golden light at a cook-house window, far across the snowy reaches, winking and almost lost In the twilight purple; and the things that the light, seen far off, meant to the rider coming In on his tired horse ? the warmth of stove heat, friendly yellow lamp light, the crowd ing In of red-faced hungry riders, very merry over being done with work; the smell of frying meat and hot fresh bread, and the steam of coffee; an;l afterward an hour or two of drowsy loafing In the warmth, wip?-cracklng the dny's work, spinning ll<*s ? maybe a game of seven-up, and somebody making mualc for a little "vhlle with banjo, mouth organ, or jew'i hnrp. And at the Birr Hook U^e cold long twilight, which always nnde the sim ple realities of food and inug warmth seem so good, and so ?veil worth liv ing ? at the Bar Hook these things should also have mesnt seeing Jean Ilagland again, this girl who, even In adversity, was like -\o other glrl^ As Kentucky Jones sat his horse, lming It blow a little fr*>m a long climb be fore putting It upon the long round about trail hoint, he was thinking that this range conid have been a great range for ca^le, and a great range for men, and that maybe having ridden It he nevT would have wanted to ride another had things broken as they should It was a hidden malignance, working under-handedly In the dark, that spoiled this range. 'He put the zebra dun Into a can yon and out again, and to the rltn of another; and there, long nfter he had It all hope slide, he sighted Bishop at last. He put his pony down Into the canyon, then upward through the can yon's notch; nnd a furlong into the widening valley hailed Lee Bishop across the snow. "Ivee," he demanded as they came < "Wh*t'a Funny?" together, "what'* all t li I ? ? You gone crazy, man?" "I dunno, Kentucky," said I/Op lllshop wearJ'y. "Sometimes I think I am I'm plumb mystified, that's sure." ' "You d ? n fool, you think you can ? " A queer look In the other's face ?topped him. "What'* the matter, Lee? What happened?" "Well, nothing much ; only H's dog gone funny I" "What's funny r liW lllshop pulled up his horse nnd turned fn the saddle to look hack "You nee (hit canyon, Kentucky? It's called Trap canyon, because you can't #et out the upper end. Over there? and there ? and there ? " he pointed ? "you can act out all right. Rut the up|>er end you can't get out. I saw two riders come In here. I'm pretty sure one of 'em wa? Dill Mc(!ord, though I couldn't swear. I followed 'ein In. And, by O ? d, Kenturky? they disappeared Into thin alrl* "Maybe," offered Kenttifclj, wthey dropped into ona of these little cou 1m* That way they could hava worked By ALAN LEMAY Copyright by Alan I/oMay , WNU Sorvlc?. up to the upper end, where that little drift of timber Is." "Kentucky, I've been to the upper end, and they're not up there, nor any place between. And If they'd gone up them side trails I'd have seen them. You can see a rider two miles as he goes up them long slants." "Seems kind of peculiar," said Ken tu<?ky. "You're d ? n tootln' it's peculiar, ?' said Lee Bishop. "I'm plumb con fused. And likewise I'm disgusted, and likewise I'm sore. Let's get home." He kicked his horse ahead. "Wait a minute!" said Kentucky. He held his voice low. "In G ? d'a name. Lee ? stop your horse." "What's the matter?" "Do what I say," said Kentucky without raising his voice, "and don't ask why. Turn your horse and come back to me." Kentucky Jones turned his own horse so that it was headed back the way Lee Bishop had come. "Now bring your horse alongside of mine, easy," he said. "Walk your horse slow alongside of me." "Where the devil we going?" Lee Bishop demanded. "You see that coulee up ahead of us there, about fifty yards? Lee, how deep Is that coulee?" The drainage feature which Ken tucky Indicated was a shallow twisting cue that wound Its way across the floor of the mlle-wlde canyon, a creek dur ing the rains, a dry wash In time of drouth. "Maybe five or six foot deep," said Bishop. "Why?" "Walk with me slow and easy until we get to the edge of that coulee," Kentucky said. "Then slap hooks to your horse and Jump him Into ft. Soon ns he's In, duck out of rhe saddle and get down." Lee Bishop half drew up his horse as If lie would stop. "What's got Into you, Kentucky?" "Come on, you fool I" "See something?" "I'm not dead sure I did. But, Loe. I'm not going to bet your life I didn't see." Lee Bishop brought his horse along reluctantly. "Then what the devil was it?" he demanded Irritably. "Don't look back," said Kentucky. "I'm not right sure, Lee, but what I saw a tied horse up there; and If it Is a horse, he's got his head snaked low to the ground, such as will stop the average horse from whinnying when another one comes along." Lee Bishop swung In his saddle to stnre back at the canyon wall three hundred yards away. Kentucky snarled at him, "Don't turn, you ? " Suddenly Bishop gavo a queer gag ging cry and snatched at his saddle scabbard. A rifle had spoken from the upper rocks. The gun above spoke a second time, and a third; Bishop's horse started abruptly. The rider, his gun clutched across his breast with both hands, toppled Rldewlsc and pitched headlong Into the snow. Kentucky Jones dropped out of the saddle, lifted Lee Bishop, and got the foreman over his shoulders. Running diagonally to keep the pony between himself and the ambushed rllle, he tried for the lip of the coulee. A fourth time the rifle In the rocks spoke, and this time Kentucky's horse plunged, Jerking free the reins, and went to Ps knees. Blshop'a rifle fell to the snow and Kentucky turned back two paces to snatch It up. The edge of the coulee was ten paces beyond. As he ran, chest to tho ground, the rifle chopped at them once more from the ledges of the notch, and Kent'ncky felt Lee Bishop's body Jerk. Then, he lowered Bishop over the edge by ? ' arms, and leaped In after him. "I^eel Lee, where are you hit?" Lee Bishop's eyes were squinted shut, and he groaned through Bet teeth nn Kentucky tried to straighten him out upon the bottom of the arroyo. "They got mo, Kentucky," he managed to get out at last. "The h ? 1 they have! You going to please that bunch by making n die?" But when he had examined I<ee Bishop ho ?hd not know. The first shot Leo Bishop had received had been an angling one, In the bock ; he could not tell whether the bullet had lodged at the bottom of the lung or some place else. Catching up Bishop's rifle. Kenrucky threw a shot Into the general vicinity of the ambush, and Instantly drew fire In return. Apparently their attackers were not attempting to close. Kentucky Immediately net about the Improvisation of bondage*. Twice a minute ho Interrupted his work to night ncfoM the valley floor for sign of approach. THE STORY FROM THE OPENING CHAPTER At the Inquest into the death of John Mason, banker, Jean, daughter of Campo Kagland, owner of the Bar Ilook ranch, where Mason met deaih, sur reptitiously passes to Kentucky Jones the bullet which had killed Mason. Ken tucky goes to work on the Bar Hook ranch. Tho Mason verdict Is accidental death. Bob Elliot, owner of the adjoining: range, drives his cattle on the Bar Hook land. Eee Bishop, Raglnnd's ranch bosB, expostulates, and Bill MeCord, Elliot's foreman, Insults him. Bishop and Jones are astounded at Ragland's In difference to Elliot's action. Bishop urges Kentucky to try to Influence Jean to arouse her father. Ho does so, unwillingly, and her reaction mystifies him. Zack Sanders. Bar Hook cook, Is found dead, murdered. Sheriff Hopper announces his knowledge that Mason also was murdered. Jones seeks to trace the ownership of a gun found on Zack Sanders, as having a bearing on the mystery. Jean soils him her sharo tn the Bar Hook ranch, thus giving him a free hand wit:? Elliot. In a gun fight with riders of the "88" ranch Jim Humphreys, Bar Hook cowboy, Is killed, and his partner wounded. Jones sends for fighting cowmen, but Ragland countermands the order. Jones finds proof that Jean has concealed evidence connocted with Mason's death. A gunsmith whom ho had engaged to trace Sanders' gun says he sold the weapon to a Bar Hook cowboy, Joe St. Marie. Jones questions St. Marie, but he can throw no light on the mystery. Still keeping constant lookout he prepared for the night Bishop ap peared to be too seriously hurt to be moved without uld. Already the light was uncertain ; the molien gold of the last sun still touched the upper peaks of the Marl eopas, but the wide readies of Trap canyon were pooled in blue dark. Dragging Bishop's rifle with him, Ken tucky Jones went out to his dead horse and got his saddle blanket, and the saddle Itself ro prop Lee's head. He shucked off his sheepskin coat and used It with the blanket to make Bishop a bed In a snow-drifted angle. Working along the lip of the coulee he collected grea:??*wood and broken drift, and with this built a tiny Are to warm the wounded man's feet, and another fire at Bishop's side. Lee Bishop opened his eyes long enough to say faintly, "That'll only be a mark for gunfire, Kentuck." "I'll take care of that, Lee. It's near dark enough to fire at the flash of the guns." When these things were done there was nothing more to do but wait, keep watch, and maintain their store of fuel. Ho built a third fire ? a signal fire on the edge of the coulee, a hun dred yards from their forlorn bivouac. When Campo Ragland and Harry Wil son returned to the Bar Hook It was reasonable to suppose that they would make some effort to find Bishop, who had gone out looking for trouble with every probability of finding It. If they came to look, the signal fire would be visible a long way off. If they did not come to look, Kentucky Jones had a long wait ahead, a wait perhaps equal to the remainder of Lee Bishop's life. Slowly the hours passed, cold with a bone-piercing cold, and marked only by the Imperceptible turn of the stars. After an hour or two Lee Bishop be gnn to mumble from the depths of a delirious stupor. ' * " CHAPTER X It must have be^n nearly midnight when the wounded man's mind cleared. "Kentucky," he snid. "Right here, Lee." "I don't know but what I've got my comeuppance, Kentuek. I got some thing I got" to tell you." "You better wait until ? " "Shut up 1 I ought to have told some body this before; I don't know as It'll do you much good, telling you now. But you ought to know It" Bishop's voice was very faint, but he seemed to speak with little effort, as long as he did not try to raise his tone. "Lee," said Kentuckv. "I don't want to encourage you to talk, but If you can tell me why Bill McCord wants to kill you, It sure might help In what's going to come after this." "Kentucky, I ain't got any more Idea than you," Lee Raid. "I don't know as I care a whole darn. What I'm worrying about Is the way you're getting dragged Into this killing of Mason. What time did you leave the Bur Hook the day Mason was killed?" "I can prove I was In Waterman by half past one." /"Then," said Bishop, "you couldn't possibly have killed John Mason." "I never claimed I did, Lee." "There's others will claim you did," Bishop mumbled. "You couldn't have killed Mason," he repeated, "because Mason was still alive when you got back to Waterman. I know he was alive because I saw him nllve. He was sitting his horse Just below a knob, about a quarter mile from the Bar Hook ranch house. I saw hlrn plain." "But when you found him," Ken tucky pointed on t, "there was no snow under him; proving ho was killed be fore the snow began to fall." "I can't account for that. Maybe the snow under him melted, or some thing." This seemed unlikely to Kentucky, but he did not Interrupt "I was a couple furlongs away," Bishop ndinltted, continuing. "But don't you tell me I made a mistake. I mind how John Mason used to sit, kind of half croolted In the saddle; and I mind the ropnd of his shoulders as he sat his horse, and the tilt of his hat. I'd know him any distance, out of a thousand men." There was something peculiarly fa miliar about I<ee Bishop's claim 01 recognition. Suddenly Kentucky knew why. Ho had henrd Joe St. Marie use almost the same words In explaining to Jean Hngland, tho night they found Zack' Sanders, that he had neon a ghost. "It Isn't hardly likely," Kentucky offered speculatively, "that you'd mis take that pinto horse Mason rode that day." "They was wrong about that," Bishop said promptly. "Mason ffiin't riding no pinto horse. He was riding a llttlf blood bay pcny? un 88 pony they call Three Spot." "Tell me one more thing," Kentucky said. "Did this ? did Mason see you?" "He ought to have seen me. I was In plain sight. ' But he didn't answer to my wave." Keutucky rose and went about his work of keeping up the tires. By the signal Are he stood listening for a long time, suspicious of small sounds far away; but he could make certain of no Indication of nearby human life. lie went back to Lee Bishop. "Are you there, Kentucky?" "Bight here. Lee." "Kentucky, I'm sorry I never told that. If only I'd told some people about It, It would clear you. But ? use It any way you can." "Yo? never told anybody at all?" "Just one person In the world. Ken tucky ; and that Isn't liable to do you much good." "Who was that?" "Jean Ragland. . . . She'll back up your word If you tell 'em what I Bald. But I don't know a? It will carry much weight. Anybody can see that she's dead gone on you, Kentuck. Most likely they'll discount what she says In your favor, on that account." Kentucky Jones said gently, "You're wrong there, Lee." "You're a fool If you think I am. I told her about seeing Mason, and she made me promise not to tell anybody else. I disremember what I thought was her reason for that; It seemed a reasonable thing to ask, at the time." Kentucky Jones sucked In his breath through his teeth. "Lee," he said slow ly, "you sure you got this straight?" "Sure, Kentucky. I wouldn't dlsrec ognize Old Iron ? " "I don't mean that, Lee. I mean ? you told Jean about seeing this, and she told you not to tell anyone?" "You beat me, Kentucky. How the h ? 1 would a man get a thing like that mixed up?" "All right, Lee." "What's the matter with you, Ken ruck?" "There's a link or two missing yet, Lee," Kentucky said. "But I'm dead sure In my own mind, now." "What are you talking about?" "You've got me the killer of Ma son," Kentucky said. Lee Bishop started, winced, and set tled back again, more limp and more still than before. "You mean," he said jit last, "you know who killed Mason?" "Don't you?" "I ? Listen !" They were silent for a long moment while Lee Bishop lay with closed eyes, as If the life had gone out of him once and for all. "There's a horse coming," Bishop said at last. Kentucky listened, but could hear nothing; it seemed to him that the small purr and hiss of the fire over which he crouched was preventing him from distinguishing far off, fainter sounds. He got up and walked down the gully, past the slgnnl fire, to a place from which he could sight across the flat snow to the cnnyon narrows. Here the firelight was no longer In hi# eyes, and the small whisper of the embers could not confuse his ears; and presently he was certain that h? distinguished the slow trample of ? walk'ng horse. He listened for what seemed a long time, ulle the sound came sometimes distinct and unmis takable, and again died nway until he was half convinced that the rider had turned and drawn off. Then the sound of the walking hoofs suddenly became sharp and close at hand. Three hundred yards away Kentucky made out the movement of a shadow In shadows, and knew that the rider was Bitting his horse 1n the mouth of the notch. Kentucky Jones freed his rifle's safety catch, carefully, without any click of metal. For nearly five minutes the rider In the notch sat motionless, and Jones know that their visitor was watching the signal fire, trying to make out figures near It, or other sign of what the builders of the flre Intended. The rider moved out of the mouth of the notch at last, turned uncertainly to the right, and began to skirt the foot of the canyon wall bo slowly that foi a little while Kentucky Jones was In clined to think that there was no rldei there at all, but only an unrldden horse wandering about In search of Its bunch. Moving Blow It circled the slgna? flre, as If trying to pass at the greatest *os slble distance. Then the pony passed before a drift of gullied snow which stood like a panel of white set into the gray rock; end against this Kon^ tucky Jones saw the unmlstaknblo sll houette of the figure In the saddle. The rider turned now, cutting bacli to circle the slgnnl flre more closely; and at last, ns If suddenly Impatient, turned directly toward the flre Itself and rode to tlie edge of Its circle of light. At a distance of no more than fifty feet, Kentncky Jones slid his rifle over the lip of the coulee and brought It to bear upon the mounted figure. Then the rider turned; and the flre light showed him Jean Hagland'g faco. "Hello, Jean," he said. Her horse Jerked as If It would shy, but Its rider sat steady, leaning down to peer Into the shadows. (TO BE CONTINUED) 1 Avoided Word "Cireu?" The first American clrcuse* were wiser than our early theaters In over coming the old religions prejudice against them as a form of entertain ment. Th?y avoided the words "cir cus" and "show" by using such a name ns "Great Moral and Educational Ex hibition." Realizing, too, that a pious atmosphere would help to silence their enemte*, they forced their troupe* to attend church, made their barkers quote the Scripture* and painted their wagons with Illbllcal plctur**.-? Col< tier 'a Weekly. m 1L VJ/MJiM JT RECORD BIG LOSS IN FERTILE EGGS Elimination of Roosters, Ex perts' Advice. By H. H. Alp. Poultry Extension Specialist, University of Illinois. ? WNU Service. Kousters have nothing to crow nbout for the rest of tlie summer, for they will cause a loss of from $30 to $40 In every poultry flock of 100 hens unless they are taken out to prevent fertile eggs. This loss tAom fertile eggs that spoil In hot weather Is a conservative estimate based upon current feed and egg prices. It represents 25 to 30 per cent of the annual egg Income from laying flocks. The direct loss of $30 to $40 that roosters cause the farmer through I fertile eggs that spoil does not Include the loss of feed used In producing the j spoiled eggs. Altogether It Is estl- ! mated that roosters cause a loss of about $5,000,000 to Illinois formers | each year. Where egg buyers candle and grnde I eggs, the loss Is direct, since spoiled j eggs are culled out before the dealer j mukes a purchase. While grading and ! candling is not practiced by a large percentage of dealers, those who buy on the count basis are forced to pay a smaller price, thus causing an In direct loss to the farmer. This is well Illustrated by the fact that several Illinois poultrymen were able to get 29V4 cents a dozen for graded eggs on a New York market, while their local "run of the flock" price was 19 cents. The spread between graded and count basis prices grows wider In warmer i weather. Roosters are necessary during the breeding season when eggs must be fertile to hatch, but at other times of the year they should he sold or con fined. Especially desirable birds or young cockerels may be held over if 1 they are kept away from the laying , flock. Alfalfa Range Best for Poults, Authority Says j Turkey growers agree that the best range for poults Is an alfalfa field. ! Clover ranks second and rape prob- | ably third. They will do well on any | range, however, If there are plenty of greens, but of course succulent greens are preferred, says a writer In the Missouri Farmer. Iiefore poults are put on range, it Is j necessary to give them greens and at | this time such greens as lettuce, spin ach, wild lettuce, or rape are excel lent. They are better than alfalfa and clovers since they can be more easljy cut into small pieces and stems that might choke the poults can be avoided. It Is necessary to cut the greens finely until the poults are some six weeks j of age because they gorge on them and \ choke on the stems If fed whole. When poults do choke on greens, they can be caught up and held by j the feet, head downward, and the greens worked out through the mouth | with one hand. ! Avoid Too Much Sunshine O rowing chicks need sunshine, but they can have too nmch In the hot days of summer, and excessive heat may seriously affect their development. If there are no natural trees or shrubs on the range, sow clumps of sunflow ers or other quick-growing annuals, i which will provide shelter In the sum- ! mer, and can be cut down when the land Is cultivated In the fall. A well Insulated roof on the brooder house, or small shelters covered with branches, brush or sods, will also provide wel come retreats during the hottest days of summer. Getting the Hens to Lay Commercial poultry men try to fret their pullets laying during the months j of September, October, November nod December. In spite of that according I to some reports only 15 per cent of the i eggs are laid during these four months. That menus that the best prices wccur j at these times. The Inevitable result Is that folks stnrt to give their bird* ] better care and by the time 'hey get ! Into production the price of eirus I* down. The Important time In deter mining whether birds lay In the fall or not Is during the summer.- Indiana Farmer's (Juide. Fresh Water for Pullets One very Important Item In the diet of n growing pullet Is fresh water, es peclally In the hot days of summer. Have at least four large fountains or pans for each 100 birds, and place them where they are easily accessible. Have all drinking pans standing on wooden platforms or wire frames, or put down some gravel to take up the overflow, because moist earth and mud puddles form breeding grounds for soil borne dlft*r?ii?#s and Intestinal worms, and are thus a serious menace to health. Spraddles in Poults "Rpratfdles" Is fhe word used by turkey growers to describe poults that have spraddle legs when hatched. Nc one seems to know Just what causes spraddles. They occur In fhe best of turkey flocks or, one might better say, they hatch out of the best of Incu bators, for more sprnddles hatch from eggs out In Incubator* thnn from egg? batched by hens. Very seldom In fact do spraddles occur from eggs Incubated by h?n*. The trouble Appears to be due to some defect In artificial Incubation. FOOD FOR TOTS ENTERING SCHOOL FOR FIRST TIME I When the babies have grown old enough to start to school with the older children at the neighborhood all kinds of new adventures beset them. The adventure of going to school may upset the habit of sleep and appetite. The food problem may be affected directly -'rlendiy school mates are Inclined ,.u offer tempting all-day suckers ?nd "deadly" choccv lates between meals to children who have been accustomed to eat no more than one piece of hard candy as a treat after dinner. There may be Immediate results such as a taste Instituted by these new confections. Gradually the child will flt Into the school day routine, and appetite will return If It Is not spoiled by an Indulgence In sweets. The mother must be very wise and tactful to deal with this phase of the child's routine, but If good food habits have been started early In babyhood, the custom of obedience will be llkel^^ to prevail. Food which the chll^H particularly likes should be provlde^^ for at meal time and the box of candy or, better, dried fruits may bo passed after meals If there Is a guarantee that no other sweets have been eaten between meals. Remove the pits from a package of dates and stuff with peanut but- ^ ter to which a little lemon .lulce has been added. It Is usually desirable to have the filling visible, lioll In granulated sugar. Time will be saved If the entire package of dates is stuffed and then four or live dates at a time shaken In a sack or small paper bag with the sugar. Honey Toast 1 c KtS Butter cup milk Honey Bread Cinnamon ' Heat the egg and add the milk to It. Slice the bread about one-fourth Inch thick. Dip the slices In the egg mixture and saute In butter un til lightly brown, turning once. Spread with honey to which a little cinnamon has been added. ? Hell Syndicate. ? WNU S.-rvlco. BOYS! GIRLS! Read the Grape Nuts ad in anothti column of this paper and learn how to Join the Dizzy Dean Winners and win valuable free nri/.es. ? Adv. Oldest Law Court Careful and delicate repairs have been necessitated at the l'alals do Justice by the recent fire, which was fortunately restricted to one of the towers. This Tour St. Louis was known in medieval times as the "Bon Roc" or "1'avarde," since It was used as a torture chamber in which con fessions were wrung front unwilling witnesses. The l'alals Is by far the oldest law court in the world. Justice has been dispensed there lor well over 2, (XX) years, for It was there that the Roman preeor Lueitia set up ills court. Visitors to the l'alals are generally told how the young Louis XIV, hooted and spurred, strode into the hall, crying "L'l'.tat e'est mol" (I nm the State), and how Marie An toinette here heard her doom. ? Haiti more Sun. Shivering with Chills ( Burning with Fever ' Sure Relief for Malaria ! Don't try homemade treatments or newfangled remedies! Take that good old (Jrove's Tasteless Chill Tonic. Soon you will be yourself again, for Grove's Taste less Chill Tonic not only relieves the symptoms of Malaria, but destroys the infection itself. The tasteless quinine in Grove's Taste less Chill Tonic kills the Malarial infec tion in the blood while the iron it con tains builds up the blood to overcome the effects of the disease and fortify against further attack. The twofold effect is ab solutely necessary to the overcoming of Malaria. Resides being a dependable rem edy for Malaria, Grove's Tasteless Chill Tonic is also an excellrnt tonic of general use. Pleasant to take and absolutely harmless. Safe to give children. Get r bottle today at any drug store. Now two sizes ? 50c and $1. The $1 size contains l/? times as much as the 50c size and gives you 25% more for your money. Scor? On? for Daddjr Nnrso? "II'h h boy!" ''onflr Golfer ? "Hurray! A raddle!" alotabs ITCHING...*' anywhere* on tho body ? also burning irritatod skin soothed and hofpoci by ResinoL WNU ? 7 SORE EYES 4?y? hoi rtllrrtiioa war? aora ??xt l?l