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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.
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1L VJ/MJiM
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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.
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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 '
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