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•k " » Til TZOTLl BAWnriLL t 0 THE VALLEY of the GIANTS By PETER B. KYNE Author of “Cappy Ricks'* Copyright by Peffer B. Kyn* LIFE WAS A MISERY TO HER "JULES RONDEAU!' Synopsis—Pioneer In the Califor nia redwood region, John Cardigan, at forty-seven, Is the leading citizen of Sequoia, owner of mills, ships, and many acres of timber, a wid ower after three years of married life, and father of two-day-old Bryce Cardigan. At fourteen Bryce makes the acquaintance of Shirley Sumner, a visitor at Sequoia, and his junior by a few years. Together they visit the Valley of the Giants, sacred to John Cardigan and his son as the burial place of Bryce’s mother, and part with mutual re gret. While Bryce is at college John Cardigan meets with heavy business losses and for the first time views thip future with •uncer tainty. After graduation from col* lege, and a trip abroad. Bryce Car digan comes home * On the train ho meets Shirley Sumner, on her way Sequoia to make her home there with her un«le. CukMMd I'vruiington. Br>«* learns that his father’s e>e- sight has faded aril that Cohmel ’ Chapter 0 nn<l he adder! fiercely: “And I’ll at tend to the battle for Father. We may lose, but that man Pennington will know he’s been In a tight before we fin ” He broke off abruptly, for he had just remembered that he was to dine at the Pennington house the following Thursday—and he was not the sort of nian who smilingly breaks bread with his enemy. *»*•*• a • _ s • All about Bryce were scenes of activity, of human endeavor, and to him in that moment came the thought; “My father brought all this to pass— ami now the task of continuing It is mine! All those men who earn a living in Cardigan's mill and on Cardi- gnn’s dock—those sailors who sail the ships that carry Cardigan’s lumber Into the distant marts of men—are de- !»«*ridef:t U|n»ii me: and m to tell me not to fail thr r have wrought all mo-t I •♦and l*> at •ntlafy the overwhell tfraftcerV III* »•»* lleifc-e. If Rondeau had superintended the task of felling the tree, it must have been at the behest of a superior; and since a woods-boss acknowledges no superior save the creator, of the pay-roll, the recipient of that stolen burl must have been Colon*! Penning ton. Suddenly he thrilled. If Jules Ron deau had stolen that burl to present it to Colonel Pennington, his employer, then the finished article must h<* in fafti' And y father ip iu. Must i thlft In vn •PMgj f ft, > f the teh»phom» and calk'd up Bryce. He recognized her voice Instantly and called her name la-fore she liad oppor tunity to announce her Identity. “Thank you so much for the beautl- <i i:-- ^ f 1 —; : ful roses, Mr. Cardigan,” she began. “I’m glad you liked them. Nobody picks flowers out of our garden, you know. I used to, but I’ll be too busy hereafter to bother with the garden. By the way, Miss Sunnier, does your uncle own a car?” “I lielleve he does—a little old rat tletrap which lie drives himself..’* “Then I’ll send (Jeorge over wllh the Napier tMs afternoon. You might care to take a spin out into the sur rounding cnuMry. By the way. Miss Sumner, you are to consider <ks»rge and that car as your |ters«Hi»il profe erty. I fear you’re going to find S/siuota a dull p!tt«*e: so whenever you | wish to go for a ride. Ju«t «nll me up. j have been pinning one on about th‘n time every night since my return.” "Shirley belongs to the Band of Hope.” the Colonel explained. “She’s ready at any time to break' a lance with the Htetuon Rum. So we will have to drink her share, Mr. Cardigan, Pray be seated.” Bryce seated himself. “Well, we lumbermen are a low lot and naturally fond of dissipation," In* agreed. "I fear Miss Simmer’s prohibition tenden cies will be still farther strengthened after she lias seen the mud-trafn." ‘‘What is that?” Shirley queried. 5ay» this Woman Until R»- tiered by Lydia E. Pmkham’a Vegetable Compound. » 1 Carrollton, Ky.-“I Buffered alumt two years with female weakneaa. I could not walk any distance, ride or take any exercise at all without resting* If I swept the floor or did any kind of work it would brine ML I era months and my sickneaa on. was weak and lang uid. bad no energy, I ana lifewasa misery to me.«I was under the care of a good sician for sev- other remedies. I had read of Lydia E. Pinkham's Ve^e- ^‘The mad-tmin runs over your r MV*» <•« rc|*ort to y«*u. It t! uiick*‘»;logg1ng nil Iron d Into Township nine, where his timber and ours is 1«»- catcd. It is the only train operattsi on Sunday, and it leave* Sequoia at five p. in. to carry the Pennington nml Cardigan crews fiack to the wihnIs after their Sutiipluy-tilght i*el(-l»ration in t<»wii. Aft u u-ual thing, all liands with tie e%r>efiftoft of the brwketi*.u>. table Compound and decided to try After taking twelve bottles I found myself much improved and I took six more. I have never had any mom trouble in that respect since. I ham done all kinds of work and at present am an attendant at a otate Hospital and am feeling fine. 1 have reeom- mended your vegetable Compound te dozens of my friends and shell always recommend it.*’- Lillian Tea*?, S. 6th St, Carrollton, Ky. If you have any symptom about which you would like to know write to the Lydia E. Pink hem Medicine Co., Ly r.n. Mam . for helpful advice givea free m t m.* .. charge. BETTER DEAD '*4' *, * • • t f - - >• a a HRsoa See *• msec c 'Re • •«4 'ttl IS r •r “I* lad it I ►.in!” h»* luuruiurvtl. w In' ha-i I•♦**11 iiiuibb* ft* t up her** and ms* thlft. It wmiiM hu\«* bn»kt*ii his bc.trf. I ll li.ix** tlii* tret* niH'lt* int»» fcn*t* |M*sts iin«! tin* fttunip ilynamite«l ntid rt*ino\»sl tills summer. After h** is o|»**rut*Ml on ar «l gets Imck Ids sight. In* will come up here—un<i he must never know. Per haps be will inne forgotten how many trees stood in tills circle." “ He paused. Peejitfig out from un der a chip among /he litter at his feet was the moldy corner .of a while envelope. In an inslant Bryce httd it in his hand. Tlie envelope was dirty and weatherheaten, hut to a certain ‘ ♦*\tent lit** nniwood chips under which it had lain hidden had served to pro tect it. and the writing on the face f was' still legible. The envelope Was I, P •ivnnlnty. tmel... What |**rfe«ily t1*a^\**l^*u•* rtift* 1 *! Il«*w i^id you ^yc* i-fts**! lu growing flwsit, I'nrte S«*tli?“ Ht* smiled sourly. “I didn’t rnifte them.’’ Ii»* replied. ’’That half-bnssl Indiaq that drives John Cartligan’ft car brought them around about an hour ago. along With a card. There it Is. beside your plate.” She blushed ever so slightly. ‘‘I suppose Bryce Cardigan is vindicating himself," she murmured as she with drew the card from the envelope. As siie had surmised, it was Bryce Cardi gan's. Colonel Pennington was the proprietor of a similar surmise. "Fast work, Shirley.” he murmured banteringly. “I wonder what lie’ll the r» •dollbl aide Jlllr- llotelcai) llryce’* natnrnl in**liuHt)oti was to wait u|hiii M Roiohnti irnni»*dln»ety. If lad sootier, but til** nMHilltH’tloVt of Ids dinner engagement at the Penning ton home warned him to prorood cautiously: for while harboring no apprehensions as to the outcome of a possible clash with Rondeau. Bryce Was not so optimistic us to believe be would escape unscathed from an en counter. *•••**« Colonel Pennington’s pompous Im ported P.ritisli butler showed Bryce into the Pennington •living room at six-thirty, announcing him” with due ceremony. Shirley rose from the'piano lb • * II- • Mg A4vA*t*f«. inlay HHn—l Tester—Tfca lift*- trtUhtft |l»*'r«-«*ft^l tl but tl»e ninu Willi ••**•• hid hi A. i waft wr**«iar. wa*n’l ll? Willie WIIIU— Hull ? Think ftf th« laugh he had mi the other tlie Income tax man mine urotneA and took away *X» |ht cent of tTp* n*t» tal ents.—Judge. 4(u ■■ 11 ■ —■■■■! H ‘He Can Whip • Any Man in tha Country." and I suppose the habits one forms in youth are not-readily changed in old age. -.C»|b>ncl.” empty and addressed to Jules Ron deau. care of the l.agiina tlrnnde humb**r «*oinpiiny. Se<|iioiaf f’allfomia. Bryce read and reread that address. ‘■Rondeau!“ h** multwod. **Jules Itmideuu* I’ve heitnl that nainy4*e fore—ah. yes! I tad *(M>kr of him lowt night. He’» Pennington's w-onds-bum* send you for luncheon. Some dill phVes, probaMy.'' She pretended to be very busy with where she had been idly fingering the an* A m r h*d ae rtda thing **4 sll Ik# • uCV! J« ■An «’anjigah had ■y iSaift esal ihHa pMfeAla^- HM 9 VsnAtAgf** MS ftwsaf hie w*MSAfts* pty rnmt% mm mi Mapiti p. y%m ee^svMaa sv t 0 .•**• ae^end '%m * ad **eN r Sm* «aab gnaCft'* § ♦ i $ ABft*«IS* SWA mMSMNMAAAna, tiie roses, ami not to have heaisl him. Shlrtey. left alone at the breakfast- talde. picked Idly at the preserved figs the owlish butler ft**I before her. Vaguely idle winidered at her uncle'* apparent leuitlllty It* the Cardigan*; •be vs* s« vagiNdy tnmbled In the ki***w ledge that until *be «Jfencild •uceeed In erud lent log this hnattllty., H uiuaf tA4M NaKIi Art A* A hUV tu the fvefthef ag r-r ’ ftT ' • #hR^saa And ftAftft tadR uha a* 1 ■ Su *■>••* ^ * She A AUAfV the hatM# AM ShA #4hMB *09 *ft 4h*1 %•* ■•♦**.*'•» Aw» -te** * *w *« keys and greetisl him with every ap- pearanee of plcasurer—follow ing which, siie turned to present her visitor to (iolonel Pennington w ho was standing in Id* favorite position with his back to the fireplace. „ “Unde Seth. I ids Is Mr. Cardigan, mho wa* *o very nice to me the day I landed In Ke.1 Bluff ”■ The Colonel howe*1 thAitk you. *ir. f««r yuu •A* |i!• ftTr lie t**>l A:*•’ “But tliat maki-s it hard for other manufacturers.” the Colonel pnitesteil. “I feed my men good plain food and plenty of it—quite better food than they were used to before they came to this country; but I cahnot seem to satisfy them. Your reflected parent Is thi* basis for comparison in this country. Cardigan, and I find It devil ish inconvenient.** He laughed InduJ- Hr | M A -Ti led ■ R*U M>M* Cm gmtljr and iiwuMNi hie “I have* to | to Bryce e«»*rt#e| t*l 1 * * **Eaeie Se-th *ltfsye b#*j an air af 1 whrt* eneae nl hec ami* ABA Mhlrtey t«4a.*i** e**! w i ««ae glaMrA at tVaai 00F 0i V%H I fMB MHNI Mt 1 «•*, Hmif+m+T* Frantic WithPain A Physical Wreck Froft* Trouble, But DOAN’<ai ’ Made Her WeJL j "Kidney trouble made a complete wreck of me,” says MpA. WtA. Itacrty, 621 N. Eighth St., GraaU JPam, Ore. “I was so despondent and miserable it seemed 1 had nothing left to live lor. Death would have been a welcome re liefs For six months 1 was in bed and never expected to leave it alive. I was too weak to move without the help of my nurse and so nervous I screamed when she touched me. My back and head hurt like a throbbing tooth ache. I had awful duuy spell*, bt eye- eight failed, mr heads aad feet Irk I WA* (A l*Se IharA ft.**- •*= .»*»%»« ftfistft mum 4AHasN«0<s* m*" s** m 1*1 i -f *41 *»«fgaMft4t IftA t •*•* f* »#*•» ^ *r - * . ft tl • --IV- A- • ♦ft * V*. am tHhioAi M mmm# flNe A>s»m—n *ha ■•ft- ■ DOAN'S