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HAMLIN COPYRIGHT, 1903, She turned to the dim purple range, crumpled into ridges and slashed with deep valleys. "They may be alluring 4 to you, laddie, but they scare me-a lit - tie. Well, perhaps you':l be able to go and see what they are like by and by, when you are stronger." "Perhaps Rob will take me. I would lot be afraid of anything with him. He's a splendid type. Don't you think 80?" Ann smiled, but answered doubtfully, "He seems a fire, resolute fellow." Her sisterly anxiety reappeared. "But I don't like to leave you here, Buddie. These men, the best of them, seem rough and reckless. I think you'd bet? ter go back with me-really I do.'' : "Oh, no! I'm all right here, sis. Rob will look after me. li's just what I need." "Maybe it is for the best, but T have a feeling that something is going to happen to you. I don't like to go biick without you. I'll stay on a day or two longer anyhow. I want to find ?ut I more about conditions here. I have a | queer feeling at my heart. I don't I want to leave you. Let us go in." A kerosene lamp stood among the dishes, and the driver of their team and two late coming horsemen and the Mexican boy were all eating together. Raymond was not to be seen, and Ann realized, with a pang of dismay, how wholly she was depending upon him. "Without him I shall be scared," she admitted to herself. - The other men paid very little direct attention to her beyond a moment's awkward pause arid a lowering of their voices. They continued to discuss the fire and their day's work. It was plain that they were of different temper from the crowd Raymond had thrown from the door, and yet they were not prepossess? ing. The liveryman, a short, dirty and j very assertive man of small wit, was ? maintaining himself against one of the j riders in an argument. "I punched j cattle all over them hills," he was say- j ing. "I know it's all another fake like j that old Mount Horeb business in '70. It's noihin' but a cattle range-a lot o' I smooth hills" "But they've found the gold. They can't, be no question about it now. I've got &^ brother up there, and he writes rae"- : 9 "They told the same kind o' yarns about Horeb, and see how it turned out They ain't an ounce o' gold in this' whole Rampart range. It ain't the i right kind o' formation." "Weil, I'm goln' up t?ere anyhow." said Baker, "as soon as Barnett can fiii my place." * j "So am I," said one of the other cow? boys, a dark, smileless fellow nearly forty years of age. "They're talking about Sky camp," whispered Louis, "the new mining town." S The talk among the men shifted again to a discussion of the fire. '"I hope Bob won't order us out to fight it to? night. I'm tired as a dog," said one of the men. "The way I put it up is this," bleat? ed the liveryman: "That fire started from somebody campin' over on Birch creek, and it's 'way beyond the ridge. It's got to cross that rocky wash be? fore lt can do any damage." "Weli, we'll know when Rob gets back," replied Baker, and Ann in? ferred from this that Raymond had ridden away to locate the fire, and heartily hoped, he would not be gone long. The men shoved back one by one and j with sly, curious glances at the girl, sitting so cold and white and still j against the wall, weat out to smoke i and discuss her with the driver. Bak- j er, mindful of his duties, remained. ; "Don't be uneasy, miss. One of us will j stay here anyhow." Louis was looking over his sketching material, his mind busy with plans for work, whoa a shout outside announced j Raymond's return. Tho lad rushed to . the d~?or. "Oh. Ana, come quick I" he called a moment later. "Here he comes! Oh, can't he ride:" Ana reached the door just as Ray mond dashed up and swung from his ' saddle. His voice was not loud, but it was stirring. "Boys, the tire is climbing the ridge, and we've got to fight it. Gather up your blankets aud gunny sacks. We'll find Williams over there with some water barrels. Hustle now! LU be along a little later. Tom. you take charge till I jonie." With groans and half jocular curses the weary mea, loyal to their duty, scattered to rope fresh ponies and gather up such material as they had for fighting flame, while Raymond came to the door and brusquely said to Ann: "I'll leave Bake.' to look after you, Miss Rupert. I h;>:>e you won't mind." "Oh, certainly not," said Ann as firm? ly as she could. "I'd like to go along!" cried Louis. "May I?" "You're needed right hen.*." Raymond sternly replied. "We're likely to be out ail night, and your sister needs you." "Couldn't Baker go in your place?" asked Aaa very quietly. "Jack isn't very er^rgotie. No; lt's my duty." "That's why I'l rather you stayed." Ann said. "If *ve should be attacked by Indians or anything. Mr. Baker might be asleep." GARLA D f HAMLIN GARLAND -*-...i mn. ' " "But you said you'd take care of us. and Mr. Barnett has consigned us to your care." He warmed beneath the allurement of her glance. "But how would it look j for the boss to remain comfortably af I home while a fire" f "You're not the boss. You're only the I cook." His face lighted up. "True enough." After a moment's hesitation he added: "Very well, consider me your protector and cook. Baker is in for it." And he went away filled with' a delicious sense of having suddenly been honored1 above his desert Ann was accustomed to men who flew to do her bidding, but this instant victory over the big rancher pleased her unaccountably, and she laughed i softly, acknowledging a glow of con I fidence and relief in the promise of his presence. : Ont by the corrals the trampling j and snorting of excited ponies could be j heard mingled with the muttered oaths^. ! of the men as they hurriedly roped and i saddled. The sky was darkening rap I idly, and the pillar of smoke already 1 glowed like a brazen tower. It rose ! straight into the air for hundreds of ? feet, then spread away into a long, level cloud, showing that the wind had 1 not yet begun to fan the flame, j At last the men were all mounted and, with a final command from the boss, spurred away into the gloom, j complaining, weary, but faithful. Ray? mond felt a little foolish as he faced the liveryman from Wallace. . i "No, Fm not going-at least not until I get Barnett's people fixed for the night. You'll have to bunk in the tool shed, I reckon." i "That's all right. I'll curl down close to my team. I don't want to run any risks with a lot of toughs like that Williams gang cavortin' around. They had jost liquor enough aboard to make 'em reckless! I'd advise you to look out for old Turkey Egg there. He has it in j for you." Raymond was unimpressed. "They're halfway to Wallace by this time, and, besides, Speck is a big bluff anyway. We're rid of him forever." "Well, all is, when you meet him next you pull first," the little man replied very seriously. Raymond walked slowly toward the house, filled with a guilty joy. In? stead of a night of hard riding and la I borious wet bag swinging he had giv i en himself the pleasure of sitting in conversation with a beautiful and cul i tured girl. ^"1 haven't earned this;' he admitted. "I don't deserve it. It's too \ good to be trite, but Barnett will ap? prove. Anyhow, I'm going to enjoy it j while I can.' . Nevertheless, this sense of being a sneak and a cheat threw over him a gloomy and preoeecupied air which vexed Ann, who began to question him very much as she would have done had she discovered unusual powers in her coachman. "How do you happen to be out here, Mr. Raymond?" He replied bluntly: "I don't know. I came here six., years ago because I hadn't any trade and the cattle busi? ness was attractive, and I've been here ever since." "But you are wasting your time and talents." For a moment he meditated a jocular reply, but at last gravely said: "I know it. I've felt like a dough boy for some time, and-well, I'm just about decided to try my luck up at the big camp. I wish you would take a letter to Barnett and be sure that he reads it. I want him to send another man down here to take my place. But, see here, you're both tired and want to go to bed." He rose and lighted a second lamp. "Mrs. Barnett's bed is in this room"-he opened a door on the side opposite-"I'll see if it is prepared." Arm interposed. "Oh, no! I'm not so helpless as that. Let me take the light. I will do very well, never fear." He yielded to her. fTH get you some water, and I hope there are some clean towels. Let me know if there is any? thing else I can do." "You are very thoughtful." "We try to keep that room reauy, so that when the folks come down it will be tolerable." "I'm quite sure it will do," she said definitely and entered the room. Raymond turned to Louis. "Young? ster, can you shoot?" "Not very well." "Learn. A man going round this country with a yoting woman wants to be prepared for war. Ile may never ! have any need of a gun, and then I again, unexpected, lie may. A gang of j hoboes like that today is dangerous j when they get t-> drinking, aud it j stands a mau in hand" lie made a j sign commanding silence. Ann reappeared with a pitcher in her ' hand. "If you'll till this for me?" "With pleasure." he quickly replied. \ After filling it and placing it in her j room, he asked: "Now, which bag is yours? I'll pass that in." "This one. But where are you and Louis to sleep?" "Right here." Ile caught at a sort of frame hung w * the wall. It fell and was transform. 1 into a bunk. "Right here, close beside your door, I'll put the youngster. I'll not take much sleep to? night. The boys will need some hot j eoffee when they come in." Ile walked to the door and stood there looking -- t>.^ Or-^ "T'm nf: aid : mountain, wind is springing up." "If you really feel that you ought to go"- she began rather feebly. "Would you fee! safer if I stayed?" His voice possessed a note of tender? ness as he asked this question. His tall form, outlined in the outer dark? ness, again appealed to her with power. She hesitated. "I never was among I mean I have never beeu separated frofh my kind in this way before. I am a city dweller, and, I confess, I am a little nervous." "Then you'd like me to stay?" he in? sisted. "Yes, I wish you would." "Then I will do so. I'm sure Barnett will excuse me when he knows" Something-a whip, a pistol-snapped far out in the darkness, a little slapping sound, a puff of dust rose from Ray? mond's broad breast, and he put his hand to his heart with a quick, inward gasp of pain. "Oh!" "What was that?" asked Ann. He swayed back against the door frame, and a yellow white pallor came over his face. "Some one has touched me," he said slowly through his set teeth. "It's that cowardly hound Speck. Go call your driver. I'm shot." He tried to walk to a chair, but reeled and fefl. Ann's first impulse was toward laugh? ter. It was so absurd, so melodramat? ic, so perfectly Impossible. "He is try? ing to frighten us," she thought, look? ing down at him, but Louis ran out screaming for Watson. Raymond partly rose and faced her. Big drops of agony sweat gleamed on his forehead. "It's no joke," he gasped, ?seeming to divine her feeling. "He's put it right through, just above my heart. Don't let me bleed to death," he ended, with guttural harshness, and began to tear at his coat in the effort 1o get it off. As he took away his hand and studied his palm, which was red with blood, Ann's heart grew sick with horror. Her limbs grew numb and weak. Then, as she watched him tear? ing feebly at his coat, the long dormant woman in her awoke. She ceased to tremble and fell on her knees beside bim. "Let me help you," she said, and her voice was calm and clear, her fingers firm. When his coat was off he sank Lgain exhausted, breathing hard. "Cut away my shirt-get at that hole and plug it," he commanded. "Any "Pm shot." He tried to walk to a cliair, but reeled. ti ing that will fill it. You'l! find sonu scissors there in that box-in the win? dow." His shirt was wet with blood, and yet the girl clipped it away with steady bands. He looked down at the wound and then smiled up "to Tier. 'Tin all right. It was a steel jacketed 30-30. It won't bleed much, and it's above my lung. I'll fool him yet." The driver, wild of eye and much crumpled of hair, scrambled into the I room. "Who did it? Who did it?" "Never mind who did it. Flug this bote," commanded Raymond. "Bring some cold water and pour on it." Ann saw that the driver's wits were tco muddled to permit of proper action, and while her teuse nerves quivered she bathed the wound, which was al? ready ceasing to bleed. "Tum me over, cap," called Ray- i mond. "You'll rind another vent on the other side." Louis and the driver turned him gen? tly on his face, and Ann was horrified to find an uglier wound than the other. Sick with horror as she was, she con? trived to cut away the shirt and stanch the blood as before. Raymond was recovering from the first shock of the wound, and, though his breathing was troubled, his mind was clear. "Now, Watson." he said to the driver, "spread some blankets un- j der me, and then you go out to the corral and tase my brown mare, with the saddle ou, and slide out for Wal? lace and bring a doctor. Dou't urge the mare-just let her take her gait and don't ride her back. Leave her there." After the driver had helped him to a bed on a blanket Raymond added, "Now I've got to be quiet and wait, that's all there is about it." He looked at Ann. "You can go to bed aud sleep. Youngster, you're in for sentinel duty to; ii gilt" Ann interrupted him. "Von must not talk, not another word! Lie perfectly still. We will keep cool bandages on your wound till the doctor conies." He submitted to her directions and lay quiet, moving only to allow her to change the compress. Louis, when he knew what was needed, became almost as deft as Ann and relieved her of the painful task of replacingthe bandages. T??I+ tv.M-orfni tra nie of tho much at last tiley could not dress the wouu? at his back. CHAPTER V. FOR a long time the silence re? mained unbroken except now and then when the girl bent over the silent figure to ask, "Can I do anything for you?" Each time she listened with added fear, hop? ing eagerly for his voice. "Oh. I wish we could do something," she whispered now aud again to Louis. The boy. worn out with his day's ex? citement, struggled manfully to keep awake, but as the night deepened slum? ber rose about him like a wreath of be I numbing incense. His sense of what had taken place dulled, his head nod? ded and drooped, and at last Ann low? ered him to the floor, where he slept, his cheek piliowed upon her feet. Again the singularity of the chance, the absurd unreality of the situation, came upon the self contained girl, in? citing her to a sort of hysterical laugh? ter. Here now she sat-Am. Ruoert, most conventional of persons-in a rude ranch house, alone with a strange, rough juan sleeping in a deathlike trance before her. " The minutes elongated like bands of rubber, attaining the length of quarter hours, and the night stretched away into horrifying distance as she sat tensely waiting, hoping each moment for deliverance, expecting each instant to hear the swift beating of hoofs, the hoarse laughter of the men; but only the wind serpents hissed and the wolf howled. At last immobility became- intolera? ble, and, lowering Louis' head to the floor, she gently placed his doubled coat beneath it and With a mighty ef? fort of the will bent again above the pallid man, so tragic in his supineness, and whispered: "Are you still suffering? Can I do anything for you?" He turned his head slowly and with a glance which made her shiver an? swered: "No; I have ceased to bleed. I am going to pull through if my pulse keeps down. Won't you take it?" Timidly taking his brown wrist in her soft finger tips she tried to count the pulsing of his blood. He waited a little time in silence, then said: "It's there, but it's weak. Don't you feel it?" "Yes^Jt is more regular now," she answered. "I'm not going to die," he continued in a hoarse, flat tone. "I could get up and mount a horse right now, only I'd bleed if I did. It's hard to keep quiet, but I'm going to do it. I can't afford to die now. You've roused me. There's something in the world for me to do." "You must not talk," she whispered. "Please-it will do you harm." She put her hand impulsively on his forehead as if he were a child, and he closed his eyes and lay in silence for several minutes. When she withdrew her palm he muttered: "Leave it there. It-is so cool and soft." "Would you like a wet cloth on your head?" "No-only your hand-if you don't mind"- ? . Her feeling toward him at the mo? ment was like that she manifested to? ward her brother. "I don't mind, if it helps you," she answered, but a flush rose to her face. **The boys will come in soon, and then you can go to bed and rest I'm sorry to trouble you. You can go now. I'm all right," he said. j "I shall not leave you," she firmly re* plied. "You're mighty good," he said sim? ply. The night wore on interminably. At a little past 3, faint and far, arose the cheerful crowing of a cock. Her heart burned with joy-the morning was near! As she waited the light came and voices, faint and far away, touche* her ear, and then slowly, moving in a disorderly squad, the weary fighters of flames came riding down the slope and across the meadow. The herders did not ride up to the house, as she expected them to do, but turned aside toward the stables, and she could hear them as they dropped their saddles and turned their tired ponies loose. "Surely they will come now." Then all was still save the crow? ing of tlie cooks and that sad howling of the wolf on the hill. Unable to endure the suspense, she tiptoed across the floor and hurried out toward the corrals, her heart in her throat with fear of the body on the floor. She ran as silently as possible, as if to avoid rousing some fierce ani? mal, and was close upon the men be? fore they saw her. "What's that?" she heard one quick, keen voice cry out. * Then each man rose from the heap of blankets wherein he lay curled like an arctic dog. Ann answered them breathlessly. "Come to the house, quick. Mr. Ray? mond is shot!" Their respouses were like bullets: "Shot! Who shot him?" "Some one fired out of the darkness he was standing in the doorway. I'm all alone. He must have help!" "Where's Watson?" "Cone for the doctor." Slinking loose from his bed. Baker started on the run for the house, but j Ann cried out sharply: -Wait! Gc j quietly. You must not excise him." j And. walking beside him. she returned to the house, and in a sort of daze the other herders silently followed. The jangle of Baker's big spurs, familiar and penetrating, called Raymond to a knowledge cr his surroundings. Ile turned his head and looked at the men in a way that made them shrink and asked: "How's the fire? Did j ou stop it?" Baker replied. "Yes, we got her un? der." Raymond half closed his eyes. "I'm glad you're here. This lady needs a rest. Somebody did for me. Raker, you and .Touts and Skuttle stay here. Ferry, you saddle a horse and get Abe and his wife. Miss Rupert, you go to '.. er no vt I can't let you wear yourself out for me." But Ann could not so easily be put aside from her plain duty. "No, I will stay till the doctor comes." At last, when the wounded man was lying comfortably on a thick pile of blankets and the white light of the morning filled the cabin, Ann yielded to his entreaties, went to her room and threw herself down upon ber bed with a sense of having put all her ease? ful, careless girlhood behind ber. It was as if she had suddenly been flung into a gray and bitter sea far from shore. Louis, who had been roused by the j return of the herders and who sat watching their slow and painfully cau? tious handling of the sufferer with the mute, unemotional gaze of a sleepy kitten, followed his sister into the in? ner room and stood in silence till his bewilderment left him -and his per? plexity crystallized into words. Then he said: "Jupiter! I didn't know you could do such things. What do you think? Is he going to die?" "I don't know, laddie. I hope not I've done all I can." Ann must have dropped asleep there? after, for when she woke the horizontal rays of the flaming sun filled the room and the loud and hearty voice of a wo? man could be heard out in the kitchen. Her words came distinctly to Ann's ears. "Xow. Rob, you've got me to deal with. I'll cuff your ears if you don't do as I say. You've got to eat to keep your strength up." Ann rose hastily, but paused before the closed door with a new and singu? lar timidity. The coming of another woman made her own position embar? rassing. With a return of resolution she opened the door and met the big gray eyes of a tall, broad shouldered, slatternly woman, who stood over Ray? mond with a bowl of steaming broth in her hand. She was neither deft nor dainty, but Ann perceived that she was capable and good tempered, a natural nurse, experienced in the ways of the border. "Good morning," she called, and her inflections and many of her phrases were masculine. "You must 'a' bad a right hard night of it Friend of the Barnetts, Rob tells me." Her familiarity and the essential commonness of ber tone repelled Ann, I who "asked, with cool dignity, "Can I do anything?" "Xot a thing. I'm Mrs. Scribbins, Rob's . nighest neighbor. We come a-runnin' the moment we heerd of this thing, for Rob's a mighty good man and neighbor." Ann repented and held out her hand' "I'm glad to see you, Mrs. Scribbins. I'm Miss Rupert, and this is my broth? er." She turned to Louis, who bad crept to her side, pale and silent Mrs. Scribbins shook hands, careful-T guarding her broth. "I don't see how you kept Rob down. I've had to Just about throttle him once or twice since I came. He's a headstrong cuss and hates being bossed .or nussed." "Has the doctor come?" "Good Lord, no! But I've sent Abe up the road. That fool Watson is more'n likely to get lost and never get in. Even if be did he couldn't get a doctor here before noon, and that Wal? lace doctor ain't worth the powder to blow him up anyway. We need a bone doctor from Talley Springs. As soon as Don Barnett bears of this he'll come, a-runnin' with the best there is m the Springs." Raymond lay on his pile of blankets, his face expressionless as that of a dead man, but his eyes called to the girl, and she bent to ask, "Are you better?" His lips moved a little. She bowed lower, and he whispered, "Yes-bring . Don' "They have gone for bim." "They must burry." Then he added, "Don't leave me." With a conviction that he knew he was about to die, she spoke, and ber tone was tense with a desire to help him. "I will not leave you. Do not worry." He closed his ey es. again and lay so still,- so breathless, it seemed that he had entered upon the last coma, be? yond the reach of any medicine. Louis, awed quite out of his sprightly self, drew Ann aside and whispered, "How is he?" "He is worse. Ob, I wish the doctor would come!" "The boys say that big. speckled ! faced fellow did it. He had it in for Mr. Raymond. Do you know, Perry, tie Mexican boy. took a horse and was going to chase them up, but the boys wouldn't let him. They've sent word I to the railway, and they'll have Spec ! kle before night. Uncle Don said that .these fellows were only hired men, but seems to me they're a good deal like the old time cowboys." [TO BE CONTTXTTED.] Toothache. Toothache ls something to be dread el. Until a dentist can be consulted and the exact cause of the disturbance located and professionally treated it is aa excellent thing to moisten the finger and. after dipping it into some bicar? bonate of soda, rub it on the gum round the sore tooth. It is also a relief to mix a teaspoonful of this bicarbonate of soda in half a glass of warm water and rinse the mouth with some every little while, holding a little in the mouth for a few seconds so that it penetrates all the crevices. The soda, being an alkali, serves to neutralize the acids in the mouth, which are often the cause of toothache. An Altered Case. Ascum-Have you seen anything of Jiggins lately? Doctor-Yes. I pre? scribed a trip to Europe for him only mis morning. Ascum-Indeed! He's getting wealthy, isn't he? Doctor Well, I can remember when I used to i prescribe for him simply a dose of so- j dium bromide for ti e same complaint Thc Strawberry is Dangerous. It is well known that some unfortu iate individuals suffer, from an idio? syncrasy in regard to the luscious strawberry which bars them from the enjoyment of this earliest and most prized of our small fruits. To such t we extend the assurance of our com? miseration, and only wish, for their sake, that some one had elaborated an anti-toxin with which they could sprinkle their berries, and so feast upon them during the all too short season without fear of intestinal or derm's retribution. But perhaps our pity is wasted, and it may be that they are fortunate in their abnormal? ity. Such at least is the view taken by no less an authority than Metchni koff, the Russian savant of the Pas? teur Institute. In the second of the Harben lectures delivered by him at King's College, London, the latter part of May, he discoursed upon the hy? giene of the alimentary canal, and threw a new legal light on what we have been wont to regard as the b?n?? ficient process of digestion^ therein. Noting that a" marked increase of leucoyetes in the blood occurred dur? ing the course of an infectious disease he remarked that a similar phenome? non was observed during the process of digestion, and the analogy between the two cases was so striking that he suggested the disquieting thought that the digestion of food might also be a kind of infection. Indeed, he asserted boldly that after each repast a cer? tain number of microbes passed through the intestinal walls and found their way into the general circulation, the faithful leacayytes then massing in force to repel the invasion. These microbes might effept their entrance into the circulation through lesions in the intestinal -walls and made by sharp or hard particles- of prescribing bran bread and other irritating foods in? stead of gently acting laxatives in the treatment of habitual constipation. But the chief offender in this respect, he suggested, might be the helminths, which many if not most'of us harbor in our innocence. These worms, he said, had been shown to be active agents in' the causation of the ever present appendicitis. Guiard had sug? gested that they might serve to inoc? ulate the mucous membrane with ty? phoid bacilli and other pathogenic mi? crobes, and there was reason toN be? lieve that entozoa played a role in the causation of certain tumors. It -was time, therefore, he concluded, to in? stitute an energetic campaign against inti siinal worms. It is manifestly im? practicable to add vermifuges tb the ordinary diet, and man must, there? fore; direet his ?nerves to the exclu? sion of the ova of those parasites, byv keeping a careful watch over what he puts into his mouth. And here the lecturer entered the lists against the raw food faddists, and, indeed, against all of us who 'occasionally indulge in salads and other comestibles which haVfe not been'previously submitted to a temperature of 212 degrees. ' All food and'drink, b; contended should be boiled Defers be-.rg consum? ed. The tasty salad is, of course, for? bidden, for washing with boiled water is not sufficient, and a boiled salad is unthinkable. . And here we. come to the saddest part: Among frliits this cibiclast, if we may be pardoned the term, said, .it- was principally straw berries which introduced parasites," ova and-infectious' germs into the in? testinal Ccinal. It was therefore, nec? essary to boil them-boiled straw? berries! It is true, .he .said, straw? berries might be grown under satisrs factory hygenic condition? so as to permit of their being .consumed raw. But to that, end it would be neces? sary to watch over the soil and ma? nure, and to use only irreproachable, fluid for the purpose of water jug. The conditons are too hard, and it is evident that the strawberry must go go to the ja ingot we mean. This is a subject worthy of one of the scare leaders of 'The Lancet," and we leave to our esteemed contemporary its appropriate treatment. If our en? lightened readers are willing to defy appendices and leucoytosis. and even .holminthias, during the few remain? ing days of the strawberry season, we have nothing moreno say/ Our duty is done in placing the facts before them.-Medical Record. ' :::The intense itching characteristic ol' salt rheum and eczema is instantly allayed by applying Chamberlain's Salve. As a cure for skin disease this salve is unequalled. For sale by all druggists. The arrangements for the First Regiment South Carolina militia to go to Chickamauga on August 10th have been completed. The End of tho World * Of troubles that robbed E. H. Wolfe of Bear Grove. Ia., of all usefulness, came whet he began, taking Electric Bitters. Ho writes: "Two years ago kidney trouble caused me great suf? fering, which 1 would never have sur? vived had T not taken Electric Bitters. They als-? cured me of generi I debil? ity." 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