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THE PEOPLE. BAENWELL, 8. 0. Mr». Courtney Telit How She Wat Cured by Lydia E. Pinkham’t Vegetable Compound. OricalooEa, Iowa.—** For yean I was almply in miaery from a weakness and awful pains—and nothing seemed to do me any good. A friend advised me to take Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vege table Compound. I did so and got re lief right awdy. I can certainly re commend this valu able medicine to other women who suffer, for it has done such good I know it will help others if they will give it a fair trial. —Mr*. Lizzie Courtney, 108 8th Ave., "West, Oskaloosa, Iowa. Why will women drag along from day to day, year in and year out, suffering anch misery as did Mrs. jCourtney, when wuch letters as this are continually being published. Every woman who suffers Tram displacements, irregularities, in- flammation, ulceration, backache, ner vousness, or who is passing through the Change of Life should give this famous root and herb remedy, Lydia E. Pink- ham'a Vegetable Compound, a trial. For apecial advice write Lydia E. Pinkham Medicine Co., Lynn, Mass. * The result of its long experience is at your service. For Simple Stock and Poultry Troubles, such as constipation, indigestion, liver troubles, loss ot appetite and colds: the Comers I BY RUTH BELMORE ENDICOTT for me CHAPTER XIX—Continued. —18— They ventured along their block. The children all seemed strange to Carolyn May. But people move so fre quently In Harlem that this was not at all queer. She hoped to see Edna or some other little girl with whom she had gone to school. But not until she reached the very house itself did any body hall her. “Oh, Carolyn May! Is that you?” A lame boy was looking through the Iron fence of the areaway. He was the janitor’s son. “Oh. Johnny! I’m real glad to see you!’* cried the little girl. Then she added more slowly. “We—we’ve come home again—me and Prince." “You’ve growed a lot, Carolyn May," said the boy. “My pop and mom’s away." “Pll go up Into Edna’s flat, then." the weary little girl sighed. “The Prices have gone away. tao. They won’t be back till tomorrow sometime." “Oh!" murmured Carolyn May. “But, say, I can get the keys to your flat The water's turned on, too. Every thing's all right up there, for Mrs. Price she sweeps and dusts It all every once In a while. Shall I get the keys?" .“Oh, If you will, please!" returned the relieved child. The boy hobbled .away, but aoon re turned with the outer-door key and the key to the apartment Itself. Car olyn May took them and thanked him. Then she gladly went In and climbed the two flights to their floor. She saw n«»body and easily let her self Into the flat. It had been recently aired and dusted. Every piece of fur niture stood’Just as she remembered It “Oh. Piinrey. It’s home r" she whis pered. “This la our real, real home! I—I loved 'em all at The Corners; but It wasn’t like thta there T* Prince perhaps agreed, hot he was d of having given her the It,since that first night she had knelt at Aunty Rose’s knee: “God bless'my papa and mamma and bring them safe home." The faith that moves mountains was in that prayer. % Carolyn May slept the sleep of the wearied if not of the carefree. The noises of the street did not disturb her, not even the passing of the fire- department trucks some time after midnight. - Nor did nearer sounds arouse her. She had no knowledge of the fact that a procession of A. D. T. boys and messengers from the railroad com pany came to ring the bell of the Price’s apartment. Later the janitor’s family was aroused, but the little lame boy thoulht it would be better for him to say noHltng about having seen Car olyn Ma kej’s. So whlWJp the early morning a taxi cab stopped at the street door and a bushy-haired, troubled-looking man got out and helped a woman clad in brown to the sidewalk the janitor had no knowledge of the fact that Carolyn May and Prince were upetairs in the apartment that had been so long empty. “And the Price* are away," said Uncle Joe In a troubled voice. “What do you think of that. MandyT" “Oh. Joe! where could the dear child have goneT" “I haven't aeen her," declared the [Jaaltor. “But I can let you Into the flat There’s been lots of telegram* to Mr. Price In the night—and they weren't all yonrs. You're Carolyn May’s unde, ain't youT be asked Mr. Stagg. Unde Joe acknowledged the rela tionship. “Let's go upstair*," he said to Amanda. “Now that I’m here-*” “Oh, dear. Joe!“ alrooet wept A uian- da. “could anything have happened to her In thta btg city Y* ‘“I—I never thought of that, Uncle Joe," the child whispered., “Why, your running away from Thd Corners this way is like to make both Mandy and me unhappy, as weir a« Aunty Rose. I—I don’t b’lleve Mandy could get married at all If she didn’t have a little girl like yon te carry* flowers and hold up her traim Mow about It, Mandy?” “That Is quite true, Carolyn May,', declared Miss. Amanda, hugging the soft little body of the child tightly again. “Why, I—T—" . Carolyn May was for once beyond verbal expression. Besides there was a noise In the outer hall and on the stairway. , The door had been left open by the surprised Janitor. A burst of voices came Into the apartment. Uncle Joe turned wonder- ingly. Miss Amanda stood up. Car olyn May flew out of bed with a shriek that startled them both. “My papa! My mamma! I hear them! They’re not drownd-ed! God didn’t let ’em be lost In the sea!" She was out of the room In her nightgown, pattering In bare feet over the floor. A brown man, with a bet hi and twinkling blue eyes, caught her up In his strong arms and hugged her swiftly—safely—to his breast “Snuggy!" he said chokingly. “Pa- pa’E Snuggy!" “My baby I My baby!" cried the woman at whom Joseph Stagg was staring an though he believed her to be the ghost of his lost sister Hsn- too deeply Interested In snuffing at the I , * rrm 7 ^ J h ‘ d eXEw «*« chased for his supper to reply. 1 Get s of Dee Dee from your Merchant r-r rw« ' mr the Ibis Lar* Bvllk *1 YAGER’S LINIMENT coauine twice ee much ee the usual 60 cent bottle of Lnintent end lasts family for It quickly alleviates pain tram etc. Sold by all Price 96c “Well, well. Prince." she sold, “you shall have It at once." Dropping the beg la the private hell, she went Into the kitchen and stood •n tiptoe to open th^Woor of the ctoaet shove the dr sneer. Securing a plate. | she emptied the contents of the paper Into It end set the plate down on the floor. In spreading out the paper she saw some htg type heedttnee on the front | pegs: ROMANCE OF THE GREAT WAR The Experience* of This Newspaper Men Like These of e Character In a Navel Lest far Eight Months In the Desert—At the Mercy of Ion I- | savage Tribes, Man end Wife Escape 1 at Lest to Return In Safety and Health. growled on the Janitor’s heels. The janitor’s passkey grating la the lock of the private hall duot^iart- YAGER S LINIMENT RELIEV&S PAIN •tt a co., Georgia MEANS LABAMA . LIFE USINESS EMPLOYMENT Macon, Ga. WHITE FOR CATALOG Hie Story Told to Beacon Reporter at Quarantine. . . Carolyn May reed no further. • It did not particularly Interest the little girl. Besides, she was very tired— too tired to think of her own supper. Usd she reed on, however, even her simple Bind might have been startled Caught He* Up in His Strong Arms by the following paragnadut lKiotwl ihrh>W. tha headlag of this starillag It was severs! hours later before I really sane thing was held or h anna thing done In that little Harlem Set. "It’s like a lovely fairy story t" cried Carolyn May. “Only It’s better than a fairy story—It’s real!" “Ye*, yea. It’s real, thank God!“ murmured the happy mother. “And I'm never going away from my little girl again.” added the father, kissing her for at least the tenth flam. "But what Aunt? Rose la golag ta da I don’t see." said Uncle Joe, shak ing hie heed with reel commiseration Tve sent her a dispatch asytag that the child la safe. But If wa ga hack without Ha nosh’s Car'ljm The poor soul ** said his sister. *1 ran believe that la her secret, subdued way Aaaty Bose Kenaedy le entirely wrapped ep la Oereljra May. fthe will suffer If they are separated for long— and so abruptly." • "That's true." Miss Amaadb gently. “And Joe will feel It, tea." I “I bet I will." agreed Jeaeph Stags. "Bet I have you. Meady. Amity taa*t golag to have anybody. Aad fee Her to go bock alone Into her old house —for she won’t stay with us, of course he shook hie heed dolefully. "I^et us write to Auaty Rose,*' said Hannah Cameron briskly. “We waat Why. ef course we del A Thrilling Pirate Yam Long before the slinking submarine took its toll of human lives and sought to strike ter ror into the hearts of those who sailed the ocean on peaceful missions, there existed another form.of sea frightfulness in the Span ish buccaneers and pirates who roamed the broad expanse of blue in quest of treasure. Wolves of the Sea By RANDALL PARRISH- is a stirring account of the daring adventures of young Ceoffry Carlyle, who joins the crew of a pirate ship. There is a treasure chest, a dark mystery aboard a derelict plague rhip, the burning, vengeful hatred of “Black" San chez, and the constant bristling dangers of bloody fights, mutiny, storms and shipwrecks, before the hero finally wins freedom, fortune and happiness for himself and beautiful Dorothy Fairfax. If you enjoy stones of action and adventure read Our New Serial! nd Huggsd_Her. ■i Mi Sfo Haue you RHEUMATISM Lumbago or Gout TVke RH ECMACIDF to remove thecaose aad drive the poison (rum the system. 'UMUUCITNC OS TUB 1X81 SB rtTB BUtTLSATis* OH THB OOTUOB’ v At All Draggiata Jay. Daily A See, Wholesale Distribalors Baltimore, Md. \ FOR Craey, Colds, Coafks, Pawsaoa, Etc. (tic external applica tion* of SHAME'S. VAPOMENTHA SALVE Will not (tain clothes. 25c. 50c md $1.00 J«* at ALL DRUGGISTS •rSMtpr^aMbf n7 r Z£±?£c •tory: Their wonderful good fortune In escap ing from the disaster that overtook the j empty, steamer on which tfey traveled and which was caught between tha gunf.re of a French battleship and two of a Tur kish squadron can only be equaled by tha chance which foliowed. Naturally, as a journalist himself, Mr. Cameron Is prepared to tell the details of his re markable adventure in the columns of the Beacon at a later date. The boat la which they left the sink ing Dunraven was separated In the night and fog from that of the other refugees and was carried by the current far to the south. In fact, they were enveloped by fog until they landed upon a stretch of deserted beach; - There was no town near, nor even an encampment of Arabs. But soon after their disembarkation and before the of ficer In command could take means to communicate with any civilized, or seml- clvillzed, place a—party of mounted and armed tribesmen swooped down on the castaways. These people, being Mohammedans, and having seen the battle * the day before between the French and the Turks, con sidered the castaways enemies and swept them away with them into the desert to "Yk. certain oasis, where for nearly eight months Mr. John I^ewls Cameron and his wife and the other refugees from the Dunraven were kept without being al lowed to communicate with their friends. Mr. Cameron was on furlough from his paper because of ill health. At the beginning of his captivity. he was In a parted. A startling bark echoed In tha rooms which were supposed to be i very bad way. Indeed, it Is said. But the , . . , ~ months ’In the hot, dry atmosphere ot- ,n £ happy now. .Apnty Ro “Whatever Is that?" gasped the Jan itor. "ft’* Prince! It’s her dog!" shouted Unde Joe. “Ytie child is here!" cried Amanda Parlow, and she was the first to enter the apartment. Prince bounded wildly to meet her. He leaped and barked. A cry sounded from a room beyond. Miss Amanda and Uncle Joe rushed in. Sleepily, her face flushed, rubbing her blue eyes wide open, Carolyn May sat up in ’bed., c “Oh, Uncle Joe! Oh, Miss Amanda!" she said. “I—I w as Just dreaming my own papa and mamma had come home and found me here." “My dear! My dear!" sobbed Aman da Parlow, dropping to her knees be side the bed. “You’re a great young one!” growled Uncle Joe, blowing his nose suspi ciously. “You’ve nigh about scared ev’ybody to death. Your Aunty Rose is almost crazy.” “Oh—I’m sorry,” stammered Caro lyn May. “But—you—see— Uncle Joe! You and Miss Amanda are go- says \h© desert have made a new man of him, and Ne personally cannot hold much ran cor against the Mohammedan tribe that held him a, prisoner. There was more of the wonderful story, but the sleepy little girl had given It no attention whatsoever. Prince had-eftten and lain down in his familiar corner. The little girl had gone aoftly Into her own room and made up her bed as she had* seen her mothdr and Mrs. Price make It Then ahe turned on the water In the bathtub and took a bath. It was delightful to have! a real tub instead •f the galvanised bucket they used at Unde Jpe’s. She put oo her nightgown at last km*% aed Mid kse Dou’t we, Carolyn M*t?“ "Why P cried the Child delightedly, “that'a just the way out of It. Isn't lit Myl bow nice things do come about In this world, don’t they? Aunty Roes shell come here. You’ll like her ever so much. pspe. And iTInce will be glsd to have her come, for she always has tres ted Princey real well." Prince, who had been standing by wBlrtifr wrmtwf: wnt Try down with a sigh, as Though considering the matter quite satisfac torily settled. Carolyn May, having climbed up into her father’s arm*, reached out and drew her mother close beside her. j * THE END. MADE OCCASION FOR FESTIVAL Travelers in Northern Russia Fittingly Celebrate the Croaaing of the Arctic Circle. On the trains running northward across, north Russia, the crossing of the arctic circle is made the occasion for a festival similar to that which tourists used to enjoy on shipboard \vhen crossing the. equator. The train makes a stop of several hours in the midst of a snow-covered waste on the shores of the Whtte sea. The passen gers stretch their legs and take a con stitutional out over, the frozen surface of the White sea, while a picnic din ner Is being prepared. The exact spot where the ratfroad ' crosses the circle Is probably not de termined with scientific accuracy, but the men who built the railroad appar ently agreed on an approximate loca tion, and this- is marked with a suit able Inscription. At this point also the railroad builders have left a slight gap, probably not more than a quarter of an inch, betw'een the rails, so that, as passengers often notice, “when the train passes over the circle there is a distinct Jolt and Jar.” ‘two is comp’ny. > So you wouldn’t have room for me.” “.Bless me!” gasped the hardwfire dealer. “What do you know about this child’s feeling that way, Mandy?” “I am afraid we have been selfish, Joe,” the woman said, sighing. “And that Is something that Carolyn May has never been In her life!” “I dunno—I dunno,” said Uncle Joe ruefully and looking at the little, flower-like face of the child. “How about Aunty Rose? How d’you s’pose she feels about Hannah's Car'ljm run ning away?" , * “Oh!" ejaculated the little girt. “It may be that ‘two’s company and sometimes It utters a sort of groan, three’s t crowd.’ hu( yon and Aunty The aigbthawk oceas&ooalif aftrsa v The Whippoorwill. The favorite hunting ground of the whippoorwill Is about the edges of a forest, or over the tops of the trees, where the big, fat moths are to be found at night It makes no noise as It flies, bees use Its feathers are soft and fluffy, but aa It derta past you