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Nervous 31 Wife Wins Back Pep I Her raw nerves were aoothed. She ban ished that *‘dead- .. . „ tired" feeling. Won new youthful color—restful nights, active days —all because she rid her system of bowel-cl oc- wastes that were tapping her vitality. NR iedy)—the mild, safe, tabieta (Nature’s Remedy, all-vegetable laxative—worked the tranalorma tion. Try it for constipation, biliousness, bead ashes, dizzy spells, colds. See how refreshed you feel. At all druggists—25c. This week—at your drugutora—Beau- ■ ■» timi 6 C<Jor 1934-1938 Calendar Ther mometer with the purchase of a 24c box of Ml or a IQo roll of Turn* (For Acid ImUggation.) KDTONICHT I v\ TOMORROW ALRIGHT WNU—7 43—8* WILLIAMS At a gathering of cronies In the vil lage of Liberty, Maine, Jim Saladlne listens to the history of the neighbor ing Hdstlle Valley—Us past tragedies, Its superb Ashing streams, and, above all, the mysterious, enticing "Huldy,” wife of Will Ferrln. Interested, he drlvea to the Valley for a day*a Ashlng, though admitting to himself his chief desire Is to see the glamorous Huldy Ferrln. "Old Marm" Pierce and her nineteen-year-old granddaughter Jenny live In the Valley.V Since childhood Jenny has deeply 'loved young Will Ferrln, older* than she, apd Who re gards her as still a child. Will leaves to take employment in nearby Augusta. His father’s death brings Will back to the Valley, but he returns to Au gusta, still unconscious of Jenny's womanhood, and love. Neighbors of the Pierces are Bart and Amy Carey, brother and sister. Bart, unmarried and something of a ne’er-do-well. Is at tracted by Jenny. The girl repulses him dcAnltely. Learning th^t Will Is coming home, Jenny, exulting, sets his long-empty house ‘‘to rights,” and has dinner ready for him. He comes— bringing his wife, Huldy. The girl’s world collapses. Huldy becomes tbe subject of unfavorable gossip In the Valley. Entering his home unlooked for, Will Ands seemingly damning- evidence of his wife’s unfaithfulness as a man he knows Is Seth Humph reys breaks from the house. Will over takes him and chokes him to death, although Humphreys shatters his let! with a bullet. At Marm Pierce’s house the leg Is amputated. Jenny goes to break the news to Huldy and Ands her with Bart Carey. Huldy makes a mock of Jenny’s sympathy, declaring she has no use for “half a man,” and Is leaving. Will is legally exonerated, and with a home-made artiAclal leg ‘‘carries on,” hiring a helper, Zeke Dace. Months later Huldy comes back. Will accepts her presence as her right. Two years go by. Zeke and Bart Carey engage In a Ast Aght, the trouble aris ing, as all know, over Huldy. Amy Carey commits suicide. Zeke Dace had been showing her attention, but has completely succumbed to the wiles of Huldy. Saladlne comes to the Valley. Bad roads cause him to stop at Fer- rln’r farm where he meets Huldy. He leaves to Ash an. adjacent stream. Sn (Jomuii/ * ™ is mors than skin sleep Aik yout doctor. Aik the beaut expert. GARFIELD TEA—s cur nightly — often doet mote foi tty— your akin and complexion then coatly coemetica. Expela potion oua body wmatea that clog the pores snd eventually cauae mud dy, blotchy, erupted akin. A week ofthiainternal* btavty treatment" will satoniah you. Begin tonight ~ {At ^ FREE SAMPLE RMfKLBTU C®, DsyL 51 Gar fi eld Tea CHAPTER VI—Continued —12— “Over that side." she assented. “If yo’re still a mind to go!” And she urged, almost cajollngly: “You won’t take any trout today. Brook’s too high!“ - He would not argue with her. “Like ly not," he agreed. “But I’m s mind to see the brook.” He found the steep path at one side. "What did you come here for, any way?” she demanded, and her mouth was sullen, almost angry, challenging. C-To fish,” be said, uncomfortably. “To see Hostile Valley." “We ain’t all hostile here," she said. She was smiling again. “If you wa’n’t In such a hurry!” He took one step down. “1 might come along with you," she proposed. “If you asked me pretty, I c’d show you the best holes.” Saladlne was a man sober and con tained; but no man could escape the disturbing force she emanated. His senses swam and his cheek was brick red. "I’ll find ’em," he blurred; and plunged down the steep path toward the brook like one who breaks away from detaining hands. From the foot of the precipice he lookeT up and back, his eye drawn Irresistibly. She stood poised on the very margin of the ledge, leaning a little over to watch him; and he^heard her laugh softly. Then he turned Into the woods, re lieved to be away. He supposed she would go back to the house; but so far as Saladlne ever knew, she did not re turn to the house again before she died. hands and knees on the.log, and sat back on her heels, and so came to her feet and turned to face Jim on the bank behind her here. Her dark eyes widened at sight of him; and Jim looked at her with a pleasurable appreciation. The beauty whlch she-wore was not a simple mat ter of hair and llpq atuLexes, of color ing and-information. She^was, Sala dine thought, illumined and made ra dlant by some Inward glory. He told her; “I didn’t look to run Into anyone, this far from the road." “It’s hot far to where I live,” she said simply; and she asked: “Done anything?” “Not much,” he said apologetically. “Someone jlshed down through ahead of me. Thnt^scare the trout. I see his tracks. Likely he< passed youT’ “There’s a steam mill working, down below," she reflected. “Likely It was one of the men from there.’’ She was clearly uneasy. “I’ve got to go," she decided, and before he could speak to detain her, she was gone. She van ished among the trees, and he had an Impression of an almost musical har mony as she moved. The girl set out for home swiftly, disturbed by this encounter, her eyes watchful of the woods around. She came back to the house, and Marm Pierce saw her uneasiness and asked; “What happened, Jenny? See some one?" “A man, down brook," Jenny ex plained. “Fishing, he was.” She hesi tated. “He didn’t bother me,” she said. “He was kind of like Will, big, ^nd steady.” r T Marm Pierce chuckled. “Kind of like Will!" she repeated derisively. “That’s all you can think of. Mill man, was he?” But Jenny shook her head. "No.” She added: “He didn’t bother me. But he said he’d seen tracks all down the brook, along the path:—1 didu’l hiinw house, and you’ve got a head on you to wonder about the why of It!" She related, almost proudly, her^an- c.ent stubborn quarrel with her broth er. He said, amused: “Looks to me you cut off your own nose to spite your face!" “Folks get so they hanker for a fight, around here,” Marm Pierce de clared. “Quarreling with your kin comes natural In Hostile Valley. I take a heap of satisfaction out of seeing the Wln-^lde of this house go to rot and ruin. Serves Jilm right, I say!” “He around?” Sftladlne asked. “He sneaks back, oncet in so often, to see to’t I’m letting things alone,” she said. “Or he says that’s why.” Her tone was dry with scorn. Then qld Marm Pierce asked: “You say you come In by Will’s?” And at his assent, she said: “Will’s a fine man ! He deserves better 1” Saladlne explained: “I left my car at WlU’s/Mis’ Ferrln showed me the path downr to the brook.” Marm Pierce's tone was suddenly unfrlendly.. “Guess likely you visited wlth^her for a spell?” Saladlne shook CHAPTER VII Jenny went down brook that morn ing to do Marm Pierce’s bidding in the matter of the Illy root; and as she passed quietly through the woods, there was a stir of new life In the* forest about her. The girl made her way to a pool she knew, with a rip of singing water at The head. Jenny crawled out on a log and lay at length, reaching deep Into the water with a heavy kitchen knife to loose one of the roots from the mucky bottom. Saladlne came upon her while she was thus engaged. Along any well-fished stream there Is sure to be a trail that will lead even a stranger to the most advan tageous spots from which to try each pool. Saladlne was quick to discover such a path here. When he first found It, he saw a boot track In the muck, and knew that another angler had gone down brook this same morning. He thought regretfully that If the oQier man had fished the pools, the trout would be not so readily responsive now; and as he went on, he began to wonder about this man who had gone downstream before him, and to watch alertly, waiting to overtake the other. But It was not a man whom pres ently he encountered, but a woman, ly ing along a log which extended Into one of the pools, with her head lower than her heels, her ankles crossed, and her heels toward him. While he checked In his tracks, still and astonished, she brought up out of the water an object which be recog nized; one of the thick fleshy root- stocks of the water Illy. She washed U dean, and the* ah* to bar who might be around.” ‘This man, did he look like he might be from Augusta?” Jenny shook her head. “No, more like folks around here,” she declared. “But hO "one I ever see before." They exhausted the subject present ly, and must by and by have forgotten 1L But a little before noon, when he was done fishing, Saladlne, mistaking Will Ferrin’s directions and seeking the road to Carey’s, took the way in to Marm Pierce’s farm instead, and so came to the house divided. Marm Pierce and Jenny were In the dining room when rain suddenly began to fall. Jenny rose to close a window, and as she did so, Saladlne came running around the house to take shelter on the porch; and Jenny called over her shoulder: “Granny, here’s that man I see down brook!” They saw him pass the win dows and go toward the kitchen door. and ‘Ko ?irl made haste to open to ! him there. u nen saladlne thus saw Jenny again, he was surprised afresh at her beauty, and amused at this second en counter. The rain had wetted him. “Come in and set,” Jenny invited him, “Till the rain’s done. Yo’re soaked through!” She pushed the screen door wide. “I’ll drip on your floors,” Saladlne pointed out. “And It’s not cold! I'll stay here on the porch till It passes. Then maybe you can put me on the way to Carey’s.” “Come In. come In!" Marm Pierce Insisted. “Water won’t hurt the floors, and you’ll catch your death out there!” So he leaned the loose sections of his disjointed rod against the weather- boarded wall and stepped into the kitchen. “I fished down brook, after I saw you," he said to,the girl. “It’s all a bog, below there. I got enough of that, and cut back up to the road. Will Ferrln told me to take the first road right ..." r When he spoke that name, the glpl’s pulse caught, then pounded in a qiflck- er beat. To think suddenly of Will could always shake her long compos ure. She stepped back. Into,the shad owed end of the kitchen by the sink; but Marm Pierce—she had put aside her knitting—came out from the din ing room and said briskly: “Chunk up the fire, Jenny,” and to Jim: “You get up close and dry.” Jenny obeyed, glad of this pretext for activity; and Saladlne told them his name and errand here. ‘The road In here fooled me,” he explained. “I thought It’d ^Ing me to Carey’s. It looks like a traveled road.” She nodded, with clucking chuckle. “ Tis!’’ she agreed. “A lot of people come In here, take It by and large!” “Why?” Her little black eyes twinkled at him. “If you lived anywhere around here, you’d have heard of Marm Pierce," she told him, a crotchety pride In her tones. “Folks come to me for doctoring. Yarbs and simples. I’ve healed a pile of hurts In my day. “A real doctor can’t make a living here, so they come to me, and pay me with help In hay time, or they get my wood In, .and do the chores that’s too heavy for Jenny." “It must be hard for just the two of you," he hazarded. ^ Marm Pierce eyed him shrewdly. “Now yo’re wishing you dast ask ques tions," she guessed. “You’ve got eyes' In your head to see the looks of this shoulder of his shirt was torn. His garments all were soaked, save that across the front of him, where he had carried Huldy id his arms, the faded blue of his overalls was of a lighter hue than elsewhere. Her body, pressed against his, had kept the denim there, “I C’d Show You the Best Holes.” tils head; and the other said tartly: “It’s ft wonder she let you get away!" - There seemed no reply to this; but Saladlne, standing by the stove, was deeply uncomfortable. He had caught one foot between two bowlders, and had felt a sharp burning pain In his ankle. Moving a step away from the stove just how, that hurt reminded him of its existence with a pain so sharp that he winced, and limped. The old woman looked at him shrewdly. “Your foot hurt?’’ she asked. “I twisted It," be confessed, and she came to her feet with a spry alac rity. “Iligli time you was a’telllng me,” she said. “I can tend that for you. Set down and take off your shoe.” She began to heat something In a saucepan on the stove. “Wormwood boiled In vinegar and rubbed on hot. That’ll take out the pain in no time!" Acid fumes arose from the mixture she was stirring. “How’d you do It?” she asked. He said with a smile at bis own clumsiness: “A fool thing. All down brook today. I kept feeling as If some one was watching me. So I kept look ing back, and naturally I stepped Into a hole.” And he said, watching her: ‘This Valley’s a gloomy place for a stranger, ma’am!” , She nodded. “It Is that,” she agreed. “And for folks that live here, too. I could tell you tales.” And then sud denly she became motionless, her head cocked, listening. “Heavy foot a-com- ing,” she said softly, and looked toward the outer door. Saladlne, seated, did not immediately rise; and Marm Pierce was busy, so It was Jenny who crossed to the door. She was thus the first to see Bart, striding toward the house through the rain. He bore a burden in his arms, a woman. Her head hung down over his elbow, and her upturned face streamed with rain. Huldy Ferrln, limp and still and broken! That dark re’d garment she wore was drenched and shapeless now Jenny Instinctively recoiled; but Marm Pierce came to fling the door wide. Bart stepped up on the porch, panting. He crossed the threshold and his dripping burden stained the clean scrubbed floor. For an Instant none spoke. Jenny, like one poised for flight, backed Into the dining room. There was a hideous ringing In her ears, and she stared at Huldy with blank, glazed eyes. Even Marm Pierce was startled into silence. Then Bart told them in explosive ejaculation: “She fell^ off the ledge back of Will’s. I fetched her here— case you could—do anything.” So Marm’Pierce recovered her wits and took quick command. “Carry her In here," she bade; and led the way Into the dining room. Jenny moved aside, and Bart deposited Huldy upon the conch against the further wall Jenny saw that he was curiously disheveled. Something—a dead stub wjtich he nad brushed In his passage tnrough the wood—had gouged three deep acratches on hla cheek; and the save for two thin trickles, completely dry. And Jenny remembered that ledge where she had seen Huldy, lying In the sun, on a day long ago; and she remembered, shudderingly, the steep declivity below. Then Bart was speaking, still- pant ing a little. “I was fishing,” he said. “Down be low Will’s place. Heard her let out a screech, and then a kind of thump; and I scrabbled up there to the foot of the ledge and there she was." He stood back while Marm Pierce bent above the still form. “I ’low she’s dead and done for,” he confessed. “But I never took time to think of that!”—. Marm Pierce nodded. “Aye, done for, finally," she said In low, almost trium phant tones. "I could’ve lugged her home, up the hill,” Bart admitted. “But It’s steep, and I thought you might do something. It’sson^Jurther over here t hangup to WifT^^^ffSv’s easier going. Looted to me I cbuld get her here as quick as there!" He was rubbing his right hand with his left, and Jenny saw that the light was bruised and swollen, a split across one knuckle. s “You hurt your hand,” she suggest ed, huskily. “Fell on it; fell and lande'd on a rock,” Bart agreed. *The girl turned toward, the couch; she stood beside It, her back against the wall, her hands spread at her sides and her palms pressing against the plaster. She looked down at the hurt woman over with wide eyes; her lips were white and still. Bart stood In the middle of the room, and while he spoke he scrubbed with his palm at some dark stain on his sleeve. His palm was stained when he was done; and he starfd. at It, and rubbed it against his overalls. “I thought first off she was alive," he repeated. Marm Pierce said softly to herself, like an old crohe mumbling some mys tic'charm: “The blood still runs!" She darted out to the kitchen, lightly, swiftly, moving like a shadow; she returned with some white stuff In her hand, and clapped this against a wound on Huldy Ferrin’s neck, from which a thin stream flowed. She held her hand pressed there. “Dead, ain’t she?” Bart asked husk- lb- “You’d best go fetch Will, Part," she directed. .—2^—-—- “What’ll I tell him?" "Tell him anything yo’re a mind!" she said impatiently. Jenny’s head turned. Her body did not move, but her head turned so that she looked at Bart, and there was a message In her eyes, as though she wished to bid him soften, for Will, this deadly blow. T’d better stay here,” the young man urged. “There might be some thing I could do!” “I can do anything needs doing,” Saladlne -volunteered. He saw Bart's glance touch his bare foot. “I sprained my ankle, down in the wopds," he ex plained. "Marm Pierce was boiling up some liniment for me.” (TO BE CONTINUED) Forgotten for half a century, a hospital has been found on the sea- coast of Denmark, and government officials considering what to do wR* x. It was built In 1879 for cholera patients, there having been a cholera epidemic In Europe and a recurrence was expected. Soon "after the opening a sailor believed to have had the dread disease, was ad mitted. He proved to have nothing worse than measles. No other pa tients came, and the place was closed and forgotten. — • . , A young Journalist found the hos pital, with everything complete, from ^bedi ready to use, to medicines and salt cellars containing salt put there S4 rears ago. The discoverer has suggested that it be converted into a vacation resort for poor children of Copenhagen.—Montreal Herald. Good LIGHT Every NiOht re WITH A fbleman LANTERN THIS U th* HttW CoUcnaa 1 Lantern with tha bla brilliance. It light! Inatantlj and la alwaya ready (or any lighting Job. 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