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?? mwl I SIistrj mmMauvnaL AUTHOI I ^ "THB DBVll I 1^ ojpyoe/ew jsnr 2 (C^tinued from last week) "Hiey"are going to break In the door i,with that log I" muttered Weatcott between his clenched teeth. "That whitehead down there Is boiling with rage, and whoever the poor devil, or devils, may be, they'll have to fight." "Yea, but who are they?" and Breni nan sat up. "The whole gang must bo j 1' outside there; I counted fourteen. Then, did you notice? Mendez had his hands bound behind his back-. He couldn't even get up until those fellows untied him. That's what puzzles me." I "It would take more than one to do that Job. Maybe we'll find out now? he's pounding with a revolver butt on the front door." They listened .breathlessly, hanging recklessly over the rim of the chasm, and staring at that strange scene helow, but the man's words only reached mem DroKon una detached. They got j enough, however, to realize that he de-1 manded'the unburrlng of the door, und ] that he both threatened and promised protection to whoever was within. It was the language he employed that aroused Westeott. "Did you hear that?" he asked shortly. "The man spoke English. Whoever's in there doesn't understand Spanish. Were any Americans down there when you left, Moore?" "Joe SIkes, and a fellow they call j Shorty,' but they're both outside; that was Joe who bound up ol* Mendez' arm, an' Shorty was helpln' bring up 1 the log." The eyes of Brennnn and Westeott met understanding^. "Yer don't suppose that girl?" "Aye, but I do," and Westcott's j Yolce proved his conviction. "There's nothing too nervy for her to tackle If It needed te be done. But she never could have corralled Mendez alone." j "Then there must be another along srltb her?that fellow yer told me about likely." "Fred Cavendish! By Jove, it would be like hlra. Say, boys, I'm going down and take a hand In this game." The raarshall gripped hlin. "Not yet, Jim 1 It ain't dark enough. Walt a bit more an' I'm with yer, old man. It'll be blacker than h?1 down there In fifteen minutes, an' then we'll have some chance. They'd pot na now sure afore we got as far as that cedar. What Is the gnng up to now, Matt 7" - -a There a goln' ter bust In the door," and Moore craned his head further out ever the edge in eugerness to see. "I reckon they didn't git no answer that pleased 'em. See ol' Mendez hoppin' about 1 Lord! he's mad 'nough to eat "nalla. Thar comes the log?say, they hit that some thump; tlmr ain't no wood that's goln' ter stand ugln them blows long. Do yer hoar?" They jlld.; the_dt|U reverberation as Help Your Favorit Contest By Sending MaUMriSLaJKw n _ - Doasz ^ In breeding Coker'a Pedigr? staple cotton varieties a most perienced plant breeders s|>ent periment and tests. Pedigreeti ? an endless process toward perl continually breeding for: Yield per Acre?Strength of of Maturity?Disease Resi: 1 Resistance to Boll Weevl I Percentage of Lint?Unlfoi Character of Lint?Length Each new strain we lnti a step toward perfection. I PEDIGR DAVID II. COKER. '4 ' . i jjppyy ii ask; i m WA LJ[ n~i ^NOEfs TE Jr mvcviB Willi 11 ?- of- : ?* > OWN" Jf I re. KORTH ETC. jjr J3<U?/2/J&V the log bufTcrashed against Tlie closed door was plainly audible. Once, twice, three tlinee It struck, giving forth at Inst the shurper crackling of splintered wood. The door crashed In; there was a fusillade of shots, the spits of fire cleaving the dusk, and throwing the figures of the men Into sudden bold relief. The log wlelders sprang aside, and tho others leaped forward, yelling wildly and plunging In through the broken doorway. An Instant later three muffled reports rang out from the Interior?one deep and booming, the others sharper, more resonant?and the Invaders tumbled backward Into the open, seeking shelter. Weetcott was erect, Brennan on hands and knees. "D n me!" ejaculated the latter, his excitement conquering restraint. "Whoever they are, Jim, they're glvin' ol' Memlez his belly full. Did yer hear them shots? There's sure two of 'em in thar?one's got a shotgun an' the other a revolver. I'll bet yer they punctured some o' those lads. Lordl They come out like rats." Westcott's teeth gripped. 1 "I'm going down," he said grimly, "If I i have to go alone." Brennan scrambled to his feet. ' "Just a second, Jim, an' I'm with ' yer. Moore, get up yere. Now, what i 1 do yer say? Can we count you In on ' this shirwllfT?" "Sure; didn't I Just tell you sot" I Brennan wheeled about "Give him his gun, Jim, and the ) belt," he commanded briefly. "I don't send no man Into a-fracas like this unless he's heeled. Leave yer coats here, an' take It slow. Both of yer readyt" Not until his dying day will Westcott ever forget the moment he hung dangling over the edge of that pit follow- ; Ing Moore who* had disappeared, and felt gingerly In the darkness for the , narrotv rock ledge below. At best they could only creep, feel- ! Ing a way blindly from crag to crag,' clinging desperately to every projec- | tlon, never venturing even the slight- 1 est movement until either hand or foot found solid support. Moore leu, his boyish recklessness and knowledge of the way giving him an advantage. Westcott followed, keeping as close as possible, endeavoring to shape his own efforts In accordance with the dimly outlined form below; while Brennan, short-legged and stout, probably had the hardest task of all in bringing up the rear. There was nothing but Intense blackness down there?a hideous chasm of death clutching at them; the houses, the men, the whole valley was completely swallowed In the night. Twice Westcott had to let go entirely, trusting to a ledge below to stop his fall; once he trnvolwl n vnrH nF rr?/?1M? '?" gllng on his hands over the abyss, his feet feellnp for the support beyond; mid fie vera Ltlnie.a h? paused, to agRlst :e Candidate Win in YourSubscriptio Such Ch i : en strains 01 long able corps of ex- Poker'a Pedigr years in study, ex- #, , ? {> !i;h. I plant breeding is ^;u^'r .>' ? lection and we are ^??er?S n^j'^ (Joker's Pedigr Coker's Pedigr ValSEE Pedigreed Regi 1 Damage?High <8. rmity of Fibre? Pedigreed Coke of Staple. O'oker's Pedigr roduce represents Write for Illu EED SEED C( Pr*?id?nt H, Department 17-H Hartsville, South CaroRi tKe shorter-lagged fifefshaT down to ? lower level. Their progress was that of the anall, yet every inch of the way they played with death. b Fifty feet below, Just aa Moore rounded the dead cellar, the guns be* , gnn again, the Rplts of red flame light* .! Ing up the outlines of the cabin, and the dark figures of men. It was as though they looked down Into the pit, watching the brewing of some sport of ^ demons?the movements below them weird, grotesque?rendered horrible by those sudden glares of light. This flr- ^ Ing was all from without, and was unanswered ; no boom of shotgun replied, ' no muffled crack of revolver. Yet It ninat hovn Kaon ? x"? M? ? ?... UCTI1 1VI n |)U1|K>?C| lur lilt) men crouching against the cliff, their ^ faces showing ghnstly In the flashes of powder, were able to perceive a massing of figures below. Then the shots ceased, and the butt of the grent log 0, crashed against something with the force of a catapult, and a yell rolled up through the night, At Inst Moore stopped, and wnlted a until We8tcott was near enough for e him to whisper In the others ear. I, "There's a drop yere, 'bout ten or g, twelve feet, I reckon; an' then Just a a slope to ther bottom. Dont make no tl more noise then yer hove to, an' give a me a chance ter git out of ther way w afore yer let go." | Westcott passed the word back w across bis shoulder to Brennan, who 0 was panting heavily, and watched, as best he could on hands and knees, _ while Moore lowered himself at arm's length over the narrow rock ledge. The boy loosened his grip, but landed al- vj most noiselessly. Westcott, peering 'y over, could see nothing; there was beneath only Impenetrable blackness. Silently he also dropped anil his feet struck earth, sloping rapidly down- j ward. Ilardly had he advanced a yard, ^ when the little marshal struck the dirt, with a force that made him grunt audibly. At the foot of tills pile of debris, ^ Moore waited for thein, the night so ^ dark down there In the depths, West- w cott's outstretched hand touched the f( rpll/iw hofllPA ho uroo fioan?A<1 ? v uv ff?*o uooui cu U1 Alio 0 presence. j] The Mexicans were still; whatever n deviltry they were up to, It was being o: carried on now in silence; tbe enly fl sound was a muffled scraping. Bren tr [< Moore Lowered Himself at Arm's *r Length Over the Narrow Rock V Ledge. nan yet struggled for breath, but was in the Palmafesta ? ii to the Advertiser " fo igi ilif if MTfTWimm ft si fe Can Any Other I a Cottons c ll li aracter V d ?ONG 8TAPLES) Prr bu. | eed Deltatypo Webber... $6.00 eed Webber No. 49-4 4.00 eed Webber No. 49 3 2.60 i eed Webber No. 82-2 3.00 1, eed Hartsville No. 14.... 2.60 iir:u Q AA Biur Tf lit ivvniBimu ?? u?uv HORT STAPLES) r-Cleveland 2.60 eed Dixie Wilt ReHistant. 2.60 strated Catalog and Quantity Prices. 1MPANY , J. WEBBER, Oti. M?r. ia I iflpr for acOSi' Si sWceff bis braid irward, listening. "What do yer make o' that noise?" e asked, his words scarcely audible. "I heerd It afore yer come up," relrned Moore. "Taln't nuthln' reguir. I figure the Mex are goln' In irough that winder they busted. That )und's their boots scaling the wall." "Ever been Inside?" "Wunst, ter take some papers ter acy." "Well, what's It like? For God's ike speak up?there?! goln' ter be ? to pay in?a minute." "Thar's two rooms; ther outside door n' winder are In the front one, which I the biggest. The other la lender sleeps, an' tharis a deor beween 'em." "No windows In the rear room?" "None I ever see." "And Just the one door; what sort ' partition?" "Just plain log, I reckon." "That's all right, Jim," and Westcott sit the marshal's fingers grasp his rm. "I got It slsed up proper. Whover them folks are, they've barricaded iter that back 'room. Likely they've ot a dead range on the front door, n 'them Mexes have had all they want ryln' to get to 'em In that way. So ow they're crawlln* In through the rlndow. There'll be some hullabaloo i there presently to my notion, an' I 'ant ter be thar ter see the curtain go p. Wharahouts are we. Matt?" "Back o' the bank house. Whar do er want ter go? I kin travel 'round ere with lpy eyes shut." "The front o' Mender' cabin," said le marshal shortly. "Better take the ther side; If that door Is down we'll ike those fellows In the rear afore ley know what's happening." lie buckled grimly. "We've sure played i luck so far, boys; go easy now, nnd raw yer guns." They were half-way along the side -all when the firing began again?but : was not the Mexicans this time who egnn It. The shotgun barked; there 'as the sound of a falling body; two evolver shots and then the sharp ping f a Winchester. Brennan leaped past uvj nucnu, nun ruuuueu me corer. A Mexican stood directly In front f the shattered door peering in, a rie yet smoking in his hands. With ne swift blow of a revolver bntt the larshal dropped him in his tracks, the ellow rolling off the steps onto the ronnd. With outstretched hands he topped the ethers, holding them back at of any possible view from within. "Quick now, before that bunch InIde gets wise to whafs up. We've got ;m cornered. You. Matt, strip the icket off that Mex, an' get his hatj unch 'em up together, and set a match > 'em. That's the stuff I Now, the ilnute they blaze throw 'em in through rat doorway. Come on, Westcott, be ^ady to Jump." The hat was straw, and the bundle f blazing material landed almost in le center of the floor, lighting up the hole interior. Almost before it 'ruck, the three men, revolvers gleamig in their hapds, had leaped across te shattered door, and confronted the lartled band huddled in one corner, rennnn wasted no time, his ayes weeping over the array of faces, reealed by the blase of fire on the floor. "Hands up, my beauties?every (Other's son of yer. Yes, I mean you, bt human cataplller. Don't waste any me about it; I'm the caller fer this ance. Put 'em up higher, less yer rant ter commit suicide. Now drop lera rifles on the floor?gently, lends, gently. Matt, frisk 'em and ?e what other weapons they cafry. iver see nicer bunch o* lambs, Jim?" Is lips smiling, but with an ugly look ) his gleaming teeth, and steady eyes. Why, they'd eat outer yer hand. Phlch one of yer is Mender?" "He dead, senor," one fellow manned to answer in broken English, rhat heem lie dar." "Well, that's some comfort," but ithout glnnclngyabout. "Now kick iv guns over inm way, matt, nn<l >uch a ma^h to the lamp on that velf yonder; and, Jim, perhaps yon r htm?Til not be away a minute,1 ar." t He could see little from the door* ay, only the dark shadow of a man's irm lying full length on the floor, hen he took the lamp down from the telf, and held It so the feeble light >11 upon the upturned face. He ared down at the features thus regaled, unable for the moment to find cpression for his bewilderment. 4^Can you come here, dear?" he died. She stood beside him, gazing from Is face Into those features on which te rays of the lamp fell, "What is it?" she questioned breath* ssly. "Is he dead?" "I do not know; but that man Is not avendlsh. \YVU1 you hold the lamp ntll I learn if'he Is alive?" She took it In trembling bands, suportlng herself against the wall, while e crossed the room, and knelt beside le motionless figure. A eureful exmlnatloii revealed the man's wound RCHARD AND GARDEN NOTES Clemson College, Feb. 28.?It is ot too late to Spray fruit trees for lie San Jose Scale with commercial me-sulphur. The Iaidy Thompson is one of the est varieties of strawberries for the ome garden. Early spring is an ex client time for planting. Two hunred plants will supply the famil> able. Prepare to spray for the brown rot nd plum curculio this season. Purhase now the spray material, good iurnt li.ne sulphur and arsenate of ead. 'ihe following vegetables may bt hinted now: beets, carrots, ceierv, ale, lettuce, anions, parsley, pars ips, pe.is, Irish potatoes, radishes, nd spinach. Start tomato plants indoors by sowng seed in a box, which should b laced in a sunny location, Earlyana is a good early variety. GASOLINE SYSTEMS Oil Tanks and Pumps, Aii Compressors, Computing Scales "'loor Scales, Show Cases, Acorn it Registers, Rebuilt Casb Registers. Safes, Store Fixtures HAMILTON SALES CO. ?jp????m?m???a ? to be painful toouglTTiof "particularly serious, Westcott lifted the man's head and the motion caused the eye* lids to flutter. Slowly the eyes opened, and Btared up into the face bending over him. The wounded man breathed heuvily, the dull stare In his eyes changing to a look of bewildered Intelligence. "Where am IT" he asked thickly. "Oh, yes, I remember; I was shot. Who are you?" "I am Jim Westcott.} do you rumen* ber me?" The searching eyes evidenced DO sense of recollection. "No," he satd, struggling to make | J the words clear. "I never heard that, name oerore." Miss Donovan jcame forward, the lamp In her hand, The light shining full in her face. "But you told me you were Mr. Cavendish," she exclaimed, "and Mr. Westcott was an old friend of his? surely you must remember?" He looked up at her, and endeavored to smile, yet .'or the moment did not answer. He seemed fascinated by the picture she made, as though some vision had suddenly appeared before him. j "I?J remember you," he said at last. "You?you are Miss Donovan | I'll never forget you; but I never saw this man before?I'm sure of that." 1 "And I am equally convinced as to the truth of that remark," returned Westcott, "but why did you call yourself Cavendish?" I "Because that is my name?why shouldn't I?" "Why, see hero, man," and Westcott's voice no longer concealed his Indignation, "you no more resemble Fred Cavendish than I do; there Is not a feature In common between you." "Fred Cavendish?" "Certainly; of New York; who da you think we were talking about?" ! l?TSm Kn/I AA A- iWi-u ? m. w uau uu uiauvt! iu uium. A claim my name Is Cavendish. and It Is; but I've never once said I waa Fred Cavendish of New York. If you must know, I am Ferdlnaud Cavendish of Los Angeles." Westcott i>ermltted the man's head to rest back on the floor, and he arose to his feet. He felt dased, stunned, i is though stricken a sudden blow. "Good God P' he exclaimed. "What tan all this mean? You came from New York city?" "Yes; I had been there a month attending to some business" "And when you left for the coast,' pou took the midnight train on the New York Central?" | "Yes. I had Intended taking an tarller one, but was delayed." "You bought return tickets at the I station?" ' "No; I had return tickets; they had to be validated." I "Then your name was signed to ! them; what Is your usual signature?" "F. Cavendish." "I thought so. Stella, this has all ! been a strange blunder, hut It U perfectly clear how It happened. That j man Beaton evidently had never aeen : Frederick Cavendish. He wag slinply I Informed that he would leave New j York on that train. He met this Cav' endlsh on board, perhaps even saw bis signature on the ticket, and cultivated his acquaintance. The follow never doubted but what he had the right man." The marshal of Haskell came out of the bunk-house, and closed the door carefully behind him. He was rnther proud of his nlghts's work, and felt quite confident that the disarmed Mexicans locked within those strong log walls, and guarded by Moore, with a loaded rifle acress his knee, would re-' inula quiet until daylight. Naturally, and ordinarily, Mr. Brennan was considerable of a cynic, but lust now he felt In a far more genial and sympathetlc mood. I "Jlm'8 some man," be confided to himself, unconsciously speaking utoutL "An' the girl's a nervy little thing?almighty good lookln', too. I reckon It'll cost me a month's salary fer a weildin* present, so maybe tlie Joico'e* on me." Ills mind reverted to Mendez. "Five thousand on the old cuss," he muttered gloomily, "an' somebody else got the chance to pot hlra. Well, by hooky, whoever It was sure did a,good Job? It was thet shotgun cooked his goose, Judgln* from the way his face was peppered. Five thousand dollar*?oh, h?11" His eyes followed the outline of the valley, able to distinguish the darker silhouette of the cliffs outstanding against the sky sprinkled with stars. Far away toward the northern extremity a dull red glow Indicated the presence of a small fire. "Herders," Iirennan soliloquized, hi* i bought Instantly shifting. "Likely to ?e two, maybe three ov 'em out there; .in' then there's them two on guard at the head o' the trail. I reckon they're wonderin' what all this yere shoot In' means; but 'tnln't probable they'll kick up any fuss yet awhile. We can handle them nil right, If they do. llullo, there I 1"wno in* ?i u* your "That dofpnt mill nmchdifference jtj K' JORTr^.'' . ffltyfta.--.'* * '. What's com In now?" It was the thud of a horse's hoofs being ridden rapidly. Brennnn dropped ?o the ground, and sknn led out of the Mglit. He could perceive nothing of the upproochlug rider, but whoever the fellow was lie made no effort at secrecy, lie drove his horse down the bank and nto the stream at a gallop, splashed lolslly through the water, and came oping up the nearer incline. Almost n front of the bunk-house he seemed uddenly struck by the silence and denm of lights, for he pulled his pony ip with n jerk, and sat there, staring ibout. To the marshal, crouching tgnlnst the earth, his revolver drawn, lorse and man appeared n grotesque -thadow. "Hullo!" the fellow shouted. ' What's ill.? Did you think this was Christinas eve?" Hey, there^-Mendez; Cateras." The little marshal straightened up, ' and took a step forward; the light " from the cabin window glistened wickedly on the hlue steel of his gun barrel. "Hands up. Bill!" he said quietly, In , a voice carrying conviction. "None of that?don't play wfh me. Take your left hand an' unbuckle your belt?1 said the left. No# drop It into the 1 dirt." I 1 11 ' 11 ? w, .1.1. Do you i know why it's toasted To seal In the delicious Burley tobaooo flavor, r aarm m LUCKY : STRIKE ! CIGARETTE ?* i doe* U. as long "5s Tr? f;jl WiellrbpY* asked the other g'.'ilally. "Bat, If you must know to lie 1 hppy?I'm the marshal o' Haskell. <U\ easy, boy; you've ! seen me shoot afore this, an' I was bom buck In Texas with a weapon In each band. Climb down off'n that hoea." Lacy did so, hi* hands above his head, cursing angrily. "What kind of h low-down trick is this, BrennanT" he snapped, glaring through the ilarknoMi at the face of his captor. "What's baeome of Puscual Mendez? Ain't his outfit yere?" "His outfit's here all right, dead an' alive," and Brennnn chuckled cheerfully, "but not being no gospel sharp I can't Just say whur ol' Mendez is. What's left ov his body Is In thet cuhln yonder, so full o' buckshot It ought ter weigh t> ton." "Dead?" "As a door nail, tf yer oak me. It was some nice ov yec t?w come rldln* long here ternlght, Lucy. It sorter helps ine ter make a good, decent clean-up ov this whola measly outfit. I reckon 111 stow yer away, along with them others. Mosey up theui steps there, an' don't take no chances lookln' back." a It was a hard, slow Journey back across the desert. Moore's team and wagon were requisitioned for the purpose, but Matt himself remained behind to help Brennan with the prisoners and cattle, until the party returning to Haskell could send them help. Westcott drove, with Miss Donovan perched beside him on tie spring-seat, and Cavendish lying on n pile of blankets beneath the shadow of the canvas top. They stopped to lunch at Baxter springs, and to water the team, and It wus considerably after dark when they finally drove creaking up the main street of Haskell and stopped In front of the Tltnmons house to unload. The street was devoid of excitement, although Lhe Bed Dog was wide open for business, and Westcott caught a glimpse of Mike busily engaged behind the bar. A man or two passing glanced at them curiously, but. possi1?1} because of failure to recognize birr. In the darkness, no alaAn was raised or any etTort made to block their progress. Without Lacy to urge uic-tt. uii, me uiscipies or judge Lynch hiui ilkely enough forgotten the whole affu'.r. _ A* Westcott clambered over the wheel Jind then assisted the lady to alight the face ef the landlord was sufficiently expressive of surprise, "You!** he exclaimed, staring Into tb*jtr faces doubtfully. "What tin flam Hill dooa this meant" "Only that we've got hack, Ttminona Why this frigid reeeptlou?" "Well, thla yore Is a respectable howl an* I ain't goln' ter huve It all mussed up by no lynchln' party," the landlord's voice full of regret. "Then this yere gal; she wrote me she'd gone buck East." Westcott laughed. "Stow your grouch, old man, and give us a hand. There will l>e uo lynching, because Lacy Is In the hands of the marshal. As to this lady, she never sent you that note. She was ubducted by force and has Just escai>ed. Don't stuud there like a fool. I'll tell you the story later. There's a wounded man under the canvas there. Come on and help me carry him Inside." Timmons, sputtering but impotent to resist, took hold reluctantly, and the two together bore the helpless Cavendish through the deserted office and up the stulrs to the second tluor, where he was comfortably settled and a doctor sent for. The task was sufficiently strenuous to require all the breatn Tiiumons possessed, and he managed to repress his eager curiosity until the wounded mun had been attended to. Once In the hull, however, and the door closed, he could no longer control himself. "Now see yere, Jim Westcott," he pnnted, one hand gripping the stairrail, "I've got ter know what's up afore I throw open this yere hotel to yer free use thls-away. As a geueral thing I ain't 'round huntln' trouble?I reckon yer know that?but thlH yere affair heats me. What was It yer suld about Bill Lacy?" "He's under arrest, charged with cattle-stealing, abduction, conspiracy and ubout everything else on the calendar. Brennan's got him, and likewise the evUeuce to convict." "Hood Lord I Is that so?" "It Is; the whole Mender gang has been wiped out. Old Mender, has been kllluH m.n n.t IK.. ..utttt iuiiuuiuj Juau Cateras, are prisoners." T1 lumens' eyes were fairly popping out of his bead, his voice a mere thread of sound. "Don't that beat h?11" he managed to articulate. "Where's the murshul?" "Hiding herd at a place they coll Sunken valley, about fifty mlleH soutli of here. He and Moore have got ten oi twelve Mexicans aud maybe three hum dred head of cattle to look after, until t I can send somebody out there to heir bring them In. Now that's all you need to know, Timuions; but I've got i question or two I want to ask you 11 Com* oa back Into tae omco.' ____________ Mlaa Donovan sat in ana of tbo chair* by the front window waiting. Ah they entered she arose to her ftoet. Westcott crossed the room and took Mr hand. ~MHe's all right," he ensured Mr Culekly, Interpreting the look In Mr yes. "Tired from the trip, of course, but a night's rest will do wonder*. And now, Tlmmons," he turned to the bewildered landlord, "is that man Enright upBtnlrsT' "The New York lawrert No. he got frightened and left. He skipped out the next day after you fellers got away. Bill wanted him to go along with htm, but he said he was too sick. Then he claimed to have a telegram rail In' him Bast, but he never did. I reckon he must've got cold feet "bout aomethln*?enyhow he's gone.' "And Miss I .a Ruet" "Sure; she took the same train," eager now to divulge all he knew. "But that ain't her real name?It's a kind o' long name, an' begins with OL I saw It in a letter she left upstairs, but I couldn't make It all out. She's married." The eyes of Westcott and Miss Donovan met. Here was a bit of strange news?the La ltue woman married, and ts a man with a long name beginning with C. The same thought occurred to them both, yet It was evidently useless to question Tlmmons any longer. He would know nothing and comprehend less. The girl looked tired, completely worn ont# and the affair could reot until morning. 'Take Miss Donovan t# a room," Westeott said shortly, "and IH run upstairs and have another look at Cavendish." "At who?" "Cavendish, the wounded man we Just carried in." "Well, that's blamed funny. Bay. t I don't remember ever heaiin' that name before In all my life till Just now. Come ter think of it, X believe that was the name tn that La Rue girl's letter. I got tt ye*e In the (leak; It's torn some, maT don't mean nothtn' to mel sounds Irindar nutty." lie threw open h drawer, rummaging within, hut without pausing In speech. "Then a fellow blew In yere this aiornln* off the Limited, asking about you, Jim, an' dunged If I don't believe he said his name was Cavendish. The register whs full bo he dtdnt write It down, ho* that wm the name all right. And now yon tote In another one. What Is this, anyhow?a family reunlou?" "You say a man by that name was here?asking for met" "Yep; I reckon he's asleep upstairs. for he never showed up at supper." ^ "In what room, Pete?" * * "Nine." * Westeott, with a swift word of excuse to Stella, dashed Into the hall, and disappeared up the stairway, taking three steps at a time. A moment later those below beard him pounding at a door; then his voice sounded: "This Is Jim Westeott; open up." Tlmmons stood gazing blankly at the empty staircase, mopping his face with a bandanna handkerchief. Then he removed his horn-rlinmed spectacles, and polished them, as though whal mind he possessud had become completely dazed. lie turned around and noticed Miss Donovan, the sight of her standing there bringing back a reminder of his duty. "He was a sayln' as how likely yer wanted to go to bed. miss." "Not now; I'll wait until Mr. Westeott comes down. What Is that paper In your hund? Is that the letter Miss La Hue left?" He held It up In surprise, gazing at it through his glasses. "Why, Lord bless me?It Is, Isnt it? Must have took It out o' ther drawer an' never thought of the darned thing agin." '^May I see It?" (To be continued) PALMAFESTA Palmetto StAte Festival Columbia, March 28 to April 2. J. ARTHUR KNIGHT Attorney-a t-Lew Oflice in Courthouse Chesterfield, S. C. DR. J. T. RUTLEDGE Dental Surgeon At Pagelnnd Tuesday and Wednesday. Remainder of time at Chesterfield, ofiice in Bank of Chesterfield building. STOMACH TROUBLES Indiana Lady Had Something Like Indigestion Until She Took Black-Draught, Then Got All Right Seymour, Ind.?"Some time ago I had a sick spell, something like indigestion," writes Mrs. Clara Peaoock. of Koute 6, this place. "I would get very strk at the stomach, and spit or vomit, especially In the mornings. "Then I began the use of Thedford'a ^lark-Draught, after I had tried other medicines. The Black-Draught relieved me more than anything that I took, and I got all right. "I haven't found anything better than Black-Draught when suffering > from trouble caused by constipation. | It Is easy and sure. Can be taken In small doses or large as the case calls for." When you have sick stomach, Indi* ' gostton, headache, constipation, or j other disagreeable symptoma, take hfiln Vnan VAIIf DlilCA'i/milliUt IU UCI|? system free from poison. Thedford's Blark-Dmught Is mads from purely vegetable ingredients, I acts In a gentle, natural way, and has > no bad after-effeel*. It may be safely I taken by yodng 6r olJ? t Get a package of ttltck-Pryugbt to da. . Insist on the ~er.ulne, Tbiulfprd's. t i our druggist's, i. ^ NO-lif