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C. A. Love of Strong was here
on business Thursday.
Mrs. Frank Lavalle was on the
sick list several days this week.
For Sale Oak kitchen stove
wood. See A. G. Stephenson or J.
A. Woolley.
Mrs. E. E. Chapman of Jackson,
Miss., is the guest of Mrs. J. B.
Crockett.
J. H. Morris and wife of Laguna,
New Mexico, are here the guests
of her brother, J. E. Greer.
H. W. Impson arrived home the
latter part of last week from an
extended visit at Booneville.
Mrs. P. H. Pitts of Monroe was
here this week visiting her parents,
Mr. and Mrs. A. E. Lucas.
W. E. Hicks of DeQueen was
here Saturday and Sunday the
guest of his boyhood friend, W. H.
Moore.
T. B. Weaver left Sunday for
Little Rock to attend the spring
reunion of the Scottish Rite Ma
sons. __
Ladies, when you have that tired
lazy feeling, dull headache, or suf
fer from nervousness take Femi
nena.
Mrs. W. L. Reatran and two of
her children were confined to their
bed this week on account of an at
tack of grippe.
More than 9,000,000 young
trees and 10,000 pounds of seed
were planted on the national for
ests in 1914.
The Ouachita Presbytery of the
Presbyterian church held its elev
enth annual session at El Dorado
Monday and Tuesday.
C. T. Thompson, cashier of The
First National Bank, is at Little
Rock attending the meeting of the
Arkansas Bankers' association.
A wise man is he who saves his
money as protection for his family.
Start a savings account now at the
First National Bank. adv
Excluding Alaska, the whole of
the United States could be put into
Brazil, and there would still be
200,000 square miles uncovered
The Harper Springs school
closed a most successful term on
last Friday and Prof. W. M. Lacy
has returned to his home at El Do
rado. _
The first vessel from New York
to New Zealand via Panama canal
required only 37 days against an
average under the old route of 72
days. __
A few dollars saved each month
soon grow to many when placed
on deposit in the savings depart
ment of The First National bank,
ady. __
Mrs. Alice Hudson, accompanied
by Miss Beulah Johnson, took her
little son to the St. Francis sanita
rium at Monroe Thursday for
treatment of a wounded knee.
COLDS & LaGRIPPE
5 or 6 doses 660 will break
any case of Chills & Fever, Colds
& LaGrippe; it acts on the liver
better than Calomel and does not
gripe or sicken. Price 25c.
A large number of the young
people from here attended the
closing exercises of the Sadie, La.,
school last Friday night and report
an excellent program well rendered
by the pupils.
Mrs. G. C. Pvle and Mrs. G. A.
Berry arrived home from Little
Rock Tuesday, They attended
the meeting of the General Con
ference of the Womans’ Home
Mission society of the Methodist
church and report a great meeting.
V. G. Seaman was a business
visitor to Monroe Thursday.
Dr. H. F. Mayfield visited his
daughter and other relatives at
Hillsboro this week.
Mrs. F. W. Scott arrived home
Thursday from an extended visit
with friends and relatives in St.
Louis._
W. J. Jeffus returned to Hot
Springs Thursday for a few weeks
stay. He was accompanied by his
daughter, Miss Mary.
If you did not open a savings ac
count at The First National, Bank
on last pay day, commence making
your arrangements now to do so in
May. __ adv
Rev. B. F. Scott of Wesson was
here Wednesday and Thursday vis
iting Rev. S. K. Burnett and en
joying himself fishing. He
preached an interesting sermon
at the Methodist church Wed
nesday night.
RUB-MY-TISM
Will cure your Rheumatism
Neuralgia, Headaches, Cramps,
Colic, Sprains, Bruises, Cuts and
Burns, Old Sores, Stings of Insectr
Etc. Adtiseptie Anodyne, used in
ternally and externally. Price 25c
Ninety-two vessels carrying car
goes totaling nearly 425.000 tons
passed through the Panama canal
in February. Tolls collected
amounted to more than $400,000,
bringing the total collected for the
use of the canal up to $2,300,000.
Authorities of Princeton univer
sity propose this year to enforce a
regulation of the university requir
ing that before students are grant
ed diplomas^hey must be able to
wim a distance of 200 yards and
must show a mastery of two differ
ent strokes.
No more novel method of gold
"mining" has ever come to light
than that pursued at a deserted
mining camp near Wickes, Mont
It is the remains of what was once
a thriving village at the Gregory
mine, and the sand used in plaster
ing the houses came from ponds
rich in gold. Now the old cottages
are being torn down and the plas
ter carefully smelted.
lender Hearted.
‘‘He Is the most tender-hearted man
/ ever saw.” “Kind to animals?” “1
should say so. Why, when he found
the family cat Insisted on sleeping in
the coal bin, he immediately ordered
& ton of soft coal.”—Buffalo Express.
Woman Finally Recover*
From Nervous Breakdown
Impoverished nerves destroy many
people before their time. Oiten be
fore a sufferer realizes what the
trouble is, he is cm the verge of a
complete nervous breakdown. It
is of the utmost importance to keep
your nervous system in good con
dition, as the nerves are the source
of all bodily power. Mrs. Rosa
Bonner, 825 N. 18th St., Birming
ham, Ala., says:
“I have been suffering with nerv
ous prostration for nine or ten
years. Have tried many of the best
doctors in Birmingham, but they all
failed to reach my case. I would
feel as if I was smothering; finally
I went into convulsions. My little
orirl saw
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advertised in the papers and I at
once began to take It. I continued
to take it for some time and now I
am well.”
If you are troubled with loss of
appetite, poor digestion, weakness,
inability to sleep; if you are in a
general run down condition and
unable to bear your part of the
daily grind of life, you need some
thing to strengthen your nerves.
You may not realize what is the mat
ter with you, but that is no reason
why you should delay treatment.
Dr. Miles’ Nervine
has proven its value in nervous dis
orders for thirty years, and merits
a trial, no matter how ifiany other
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CUMBERLAND5
/& CHARLES NEVILLE BUCIC
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS FROM PMOTOORAPHS
OF SCENES IN THE PLAY tW^Ay
SYNOPSIS
CHAPTER I—On Misery creek, at the I
foot of a rock from which he has fallen, |
Sally Miller finds George Lescott, a land
scape painter, unconscious, and after re
viving him. goes for assistance.
CHAPTER II—Samson South and Silly,
taking Lescott to Samson's home, are met
by Spicer South, head of the family, who
tells them that Jesse Purvy has been shot, I
and that Samson Is suspected of the
crime. Samson denies It.
CHAPTER III—The shooting of Jesse
Purvy breaks the truce in the Hollman
South feud.
CHAPTER IV—Samson reproves Tama
rack Spicer for telling Sally that Jim
Mollman Is on the trail with bloodhounds
hunting the man who shot Purvy.
CHAPTER V—Thp bloodhounds lose the
trgil at Spicer South’s door. Lescott dis
covers artistic ability In Samson. While !
sketching with Lescott on the mountain j
Tamarack discovers Samson to a Jeering
crowd of mountaineers. Samson thrashes
him and denounces him as the "truce- i
buster” who shot Purvy.
CHAPTER VI—Lescott tries to per
suade Samson to go to New York with
him and develop his talent. Sally, loyal
hut heartbroken, furthers Lcscott’s efforts. ,
The dance at Wile M'Cager’s threatens
trouble to Samson and Lescott.
CHAPTER VII—At the dance Samson
tells the South clan he is going to leave
the mountains. Lescott goes home to
New York. Samson bids Spicer and Sally
farewell and follows.
CHAPTER IX—Prompted by her love,
Sally teaches herself to write. Horton
throws himself Into the business world
and becomes W'ell hated by predatory
financiers and politicians. At a Bohemian
resort Samson meets William I'arbish,
Bporty social parasite, and Horton’s ene
my.
CHAPTER X—Farbish sees Samson ana
Drennle dining together unehaperoned ac !
the Wigwam roadhouse. He conspires 1
with others to make Horton Jealous and
succeeds.
CHAPTER XI—Farbish brings Norton
and Samson together at the Kenmore
club's shooting lodge, and forces an open
rupture, expecting Samson to kill Horton
and so rid the political and financial thugs
of the crusader. Samson exposes the plot
and thrashes the conspirators.
CHAPTER XII—Samson Is advised hy
his teachers to turn to portrait painting.
Drennle commissions him to paint her
portrait. Sally goes to school. Samson
goes to Paris to study. Drennle finds In'
his studio pictured evidence of his loyalty
to Sally.
CHAPTER XIII—Tamarack kills Jim
Asberry, is surrendered to the militia and
shot from ambush by a Heilman. The
feud is on again and the law helpless in
the face of murder. Sally sends fur Sam
son.
CHAPTER XIV—Samson goes home,
catches Aaron Hollis in the act of mur
dering Jesse Purvy and kills him. He
goes to Sallie. Captain Callomb hears of
the killings.
CHAPTER XV—Judge Hollman shows
how justice works—and Is worked—in the
Kentucky mountains. He suppresses
Samson’s letter to the court. Captain Cal
lomb goes over to Misery to gpt informa
tion. gets it, and begins to fight the devil
with fire. Samson is indicted and ar
rested, while calling on the governor.
CHAPTER XVI—Samson, pardoned by
the governor, organizes a militia company,
is made high sheriff, and when he takes
office a pitched battle and siege occur at
the court house. The Hollmans "lay
down.”
CHAPTER XVII—Samson as sheriff
turns feudalism to democracy and in his
work and Sallie’s love finds a new world.
“ When she' and her two companions
came out to the hotel porch to start,
they found a guide waiting, who said
he was instructed to take them as far
as the ridge, where the sheriff himself
would be waiting, and the cavalcade
struck into the hills. Men at whose
houses they paused to ask a dipper of
water, or'to make an inquiry, gravely
advised that they "had better 'light and
stay all niglit.” In the coloring for
ests, squirrels scampered and scurried
out of sight, and here and there on the
tall slopes they saw shy-looking chil
dren regarding them with inquisitive
eyes.
The guide led them silently, gazing
In frank amazement, though with defer
ential politeness, at this girl In cord
uroys, who rode cross-saddle, and rode
so well. Yet. it was evident that he
would have preferred talking had not
diffidence restrained him. He was a
young man and rather handsome in a
shaggy, unkempt way. Across one
cheek ran a long scar still red, and
the girl, looking into his clear, intelli
gent eyes, wondered what that scar
stood for. Adrienne had the power
of melting masculine diffidence, and
her smile as eh& rode at his side, and
asked, "What is your name?” brought
an answering smile to his grim lips.
"Joe Hollman. ma'am,” he answered;
and the girl gave an involuntary start.
The two men who caught the name
closed up the gap between the horses,
with suddenty piqued interest.
“Hollman!” exclaimed the girl.
“Then, you—” She stopped and
flushed. "I beg your pardon,” she
said, quickly.
"That's all right,” reassured the
man. “I know what ye’re a-thinkin’,
but I hain't takin’ no offense. The high
sheriff sent me over. I’m one of his
deputies.”
“Were you”—she paused, and added
rather timidly—"were you in the court
house?”
He nodded, and with a brown fore
finger traced the scar on his cheek.
"Samson South done that th&r with
his rifle-gun,” he enlightened. "He’s a
funny sort of feller, is Samson South.”
“How?” she asked.
"Wall, he licked us, an' licked us so
plumb damn hard we was skeered ter
fight ag’in, an’ then, 'stid of tramplin'
on us, he turned right 'round, an’
made me a deputy. My brother’s a
corporal in this hyar new-fangled mi
lishy. I reckon this time fhe peace is
goin’ ter last. Hit's a mighty funny
way ter act, but ’pears like it works all
right."
Then, at the ridge, the girl’s heart ;
gave a sudden bound, for there at the
highest point, where the road went up
and dipped again, waited the mounted
figure of Samson South, and, as taey j
came into sight, he waved hie felt hat j
and rode down to meet them.
“Greetings’.” he shouted. Then, as
he leaned over and took Adrienne's
hand, he added: "The Goops send you
their welcome.” His smile was un
changed, but the girl noted that his
hair had again grown long.
Finally, as the sun was setting, they
reached a roadside cabin, and tlie
mountaineer said briefly to the other
men:
“You fellows ride on. I want Dren
nie to stop with me a moment. We'll
join you later.”
Lescott nodded. He remembered the
cabin of the Widow Miller, and Hor
ton rode with him, albeit grudgingly.
Adrienne sprang lightly to the
ground, laughingly rejecting Samson's
assistance, and come with him to the
top of a stile, from which he pointed
to the log cabin, set back In its small
yard, wherein geese and chickens
picked industriously about in the sandy
earth.
A huge poplar and a great oak
nodded to each other at either side of
the door, and over the walls a clam
bering profusion of honeysuckle vine
pon»endod with a mass of wiid grape,
in joint effort co hide the w hile chink
ing between the dark logs. From the
crude milk-benches to the sweep of
the well, every note was one of neat
ness and rusti.’ charm. Slowly, he
said, looking straight into her eyes:
“This is Sally's cabin. Drennie.”
He watched her expression, and her
lips curved up in the same sweetness
of smile that had first captivated and
helped to mold him.
“It's lovely!1' she cried, with frank
delight. “It’s a picture.”
j “Wait!" he commanded. Then, turn
ing toward the hous^, he sent out the
I long, peculiarly mournful call of the
1 whippoorwill, and, at the signal, the
door opened, and on the threshold
Adrienne saw a slender figure. She
i had called the cabin with its shaded
j dooryard a picture, but now she knew
she had been wrong. It was only a
background. It was the girl herself
who made and completed the picture.
She stood there in the wild simplicity
■ that artists seek vainly to reproduce
1 in posed figures. Her red calico dress
was patched, but fell in graceful lines
to her slim b-.re ankles, though the
first faint frosts had already fallen.
Her red-brown hair hung loose and
In masses about the oval of a face In
which the half-parted lips were dashes
of scarlet, and the eyes large violet
pools. She stood with her little chin
tilted in a half-wild attitude of recon
noiter, as a fawn might have stood.
One brown arm and hand rested on
the door frame, and, as she saw the
other woman, she colored adorably. 1
Adrienne thought she had never
seen so instinctively and unaffectedly
| lovely a face or figure. Then the girl
came down the steps and ran toward
them.
"Drennie,” said the man, "this is
Sally. I want you two to love each
other.” For an instant, Adrienne Les
cott stood looking at the mountain
girl, and then she opened both her
arms.
"Sally,” she cried, "you adorable
child, I do love you!”
The girl in the calico dress raised
her face, and her eyes were glisteuing.
“I’m obleeged ter ye," she faltered.
Then, with open and wondering ad
V
“I Want You Two to Love Each
Other."
miration she stood gazing at the first
"line lady” upon whom her glance had
ever fallen.
Samson went over and took Sally’s
| hand.
"Drennie,” he said, softly, “Is there
anything the matter with her?”
Adrienne Lescptt shook her head.
"I understand," she said.
"I sent the others on," he went on
nuietly, "because 1 wanted that first
we three should meet alone. George
and Wilfred are going to stop at my
uncle’s house, bift, unless you’d rather
have it otherwise, Sally wants you
here.”
"Do I stop now?” the girl asked.
But the man shook his head.
"I want you to meet my other people
first.”
As they rode at a walk along the lit
tle sfired of road left to them, the man
turned gravely.
“Drennie," he began, "she waited for
me, all those years. What 1 was helped
to do by such splendid friends as yoti I
and your brother and Wilfred, she was |
back here trying to do for herself. 11
told you back there the night before I
left that 1 was afraid to lpt myself
question my feelings toward you. Do
you remember?"
She met his eyes, and her own eyes
were frankly smiling.
“You were very complimentary,
Samson,” she told him. "I warned
you then that it was the moon talk
ing.”
"No,” he eaid firmly, “it was not the
moon. I have since then met that fear
and analyzed it. My feeling for you is
the best that a man can have, the hon
est worship of friendship. And,” he
addefl. "I have analyzed your feeling
for me, too, and. thank God! 1 have
that same friendship from you. Haven’t
1?”
For a moment, she only nodded; but
her eyes were bent on the road ahead
of her. The man waited in tense
silence. Then, she raised her face, and
it was a face that smiled with the
serenity of one who has wakened out
of a troubled dream.
"You will always have that, Ramson,
dear,” 6he assured him.
“Have I enough of it. td ask you to
do for her what you did for me? To
take her and teach her the things she
has the right to know?”
"I’d love it,” she cried. And then
she smiled, as she added: "She will
be much easier to teach. She won’t
be so stupid, and one of the thfngs I
shall teach her”—she paused, and
added whimsically—“will be to make
you cut your hair again.”
But, just before they drew *p at the
house of old Spicer South, she said:
"I might as well make a clean breast
of it, Samson, and give my vanity the
punishment it deserves. You had me
in deep doubt.”
x “About what?”
“About—well, about us. I wasn't
quite sure that I wanted Sally to have
you—that 1 didn’t need you myself.
I’ve bsen a shameful little cat to Wil
fred.’’
"But now—?” The Kentuckian broke
ofT.
“Now, I know that my friendship
for you and my love for him have both
had their acid test—and I am happier
than I’ve ever been before. I’m glad
we’ve been through it. There are no
doubts ahead. I've got you both."
"About him,’’ said Samson, thought
fully. “May I tell you something
which, although it’s a thing in your
own heart, you have never quite
known ?’’
She nodded, and he went on.
“The thing which you call fasclntr
tinn in me was really just a proxy,
Itrennie. You were liking qualities in
me that were really hie qualities. Just
because you had known him only in
gentle guise, his finish blinded you
to his courage. Because he could turn
’to woman the heart of a woman,’ you
failed to see that under It was the
‘iron and fire.’ You thought you saw
those qualities in me, because I wore *
my bark as shaggy as that scaling
hickory over there. When he was get
ting anonymous threats of death ev
ery morning he didn't mention them
to you. He talked of teas and dances.
I know his danger was real, because
they tried to have me kill him—and
if I’d been the man they took me for,
1 reckon I'd have done it, I was mad
to my marrow that night—for a min
ute. I don't hold a brief for Wilfred,
but I know that you liked me first for
qualities which he has as strongly as
I—and more strongly. He’s a braver
man than I, becuse, though raised to
gentle things, when you ordered him
into the fight he was there. He never
turned back or flickered. I was raised
on raw meat and gunpowder, but he
went in without training.’’
The girl's eyes grew grave and
thoughtful, and for the rest of the
way she rode In silence.
There were transformations, too. In
the house of Spicer South. Windows
had been cut, and lamps adopted. It
was no longer so crudely a pioneer
abode. While they waited for dinner,
a girl lightly crossed the stile, and
came up to the house. Adrianne met
her at the door, while Samson and
Horton stood back, waiting. Suddenly,
Miss Lescott halted and regarded the
newcomer in surprise. It was the
same girl she had seen, yet a different
girl. Her hair no longer fell in tangled
masses. Her feet were no longer bare.
Her dress, though simple, was charm
ing, and, when she spoke, her English
had dropped its half-illiterate peculiari
ties, though the voice still held ita
bird-like melody.
"Oh, Samson,” cried Adrienne, "you
two have been deceiving me I Sally,
you were making up, dressing the part
back there, and letting me patronize
you.”
Sally’s laughter broke from her
throat in a musical peal, but It still
held the note of shynese, and It was
Samson who spoke.
“I made the others ride on. and I got
Sally to meet you just as she was when
I left her to go East.” He spoke with
a touch of the mountaineer's over-sen
i itive pride. ‘‘I wanted you first to see
my people, not as they are going to be,
but as they were. I wanted you to
know how proud I am of them—just
that way."
That evening, the four of them
walked together over to the cabin of
the Widow Miller. At the stile, Ad
rienne Lescott turned to the girl and
said:
“I suppose this place is pre-empted.
I'm going to take Wilfred down there
by the creek, and leave you two alone."
Sally protested with mountain hos
pitality, but even under the moon she
once more colored adorably.
Adrienne turned up the collar of her
sweater around her throat, and, when
she and the man who had waited, stood
leaning on the rail of the footbridge,
she laid a hand on his arm.
“Has the water flowed by my mill,
Wilfred?” she asked.
“What do you mean?” Hie voice
trembled.
“Will you have anything to ask me
when Christmas comes?”
‘‘If I can wait that long, Drennie,*
he told her.
“Don't wait, dear," she suddenly ex
claimed, turning toward him, and
raising eyes that held his answer
Ask me now!”
But the question which he asked wa
one that his lips smothered as he
pressed them against her own.
Back where the poplar threw its
sooty shadow on the road, two figures
sat close together on the top of a
stile, talking happily in whispers. A
girl raised her face, and the moon
shone on the deepness of her eyes, aa
her lips curved in a trembling smile.
‘‘You've come back. Samson,” she
said in a low voice, "but, if I'd known
how lovely she was. I'd have given up
hoping. I don't see what made you
come.”
Her voice dropped again into the
tender cadence of dialect.
“I couldn't live wlthouten ye, Sam
son. 1 Jest couldn't do hit.” Would he
remember when she had said that be
fore?
“I reckon, Sally,” he promptly tola
her, “1 couldn't live wlthouten you,
neither.” Then, he added, fervently,
“I’m plumb dead shore I couldn't.”
_THE fcND. i
JOSH BILLINGS’ PHlLOSOnY
Life lz short, but the majority out
11 v themselfs, ennyhow.
Next to a klear conscience, for solid
cumfort, give me an eazy boot.
I would mutch rather a weak man.
would be ml enemy than ml friend.
A snob lz a very common person
who lz anxious to appear very uncom
mon.
The man who kan’t keep a sekret
Isn’t worth but little for ennythlng
else.
The man who Is satisfied to work
for applause will soon be denied even
that.
Az we git older we bekum less cer
tain ov others, and more certain or
ourselves. Perhaps It ought to be just
the reverse.
Out ov 10,000 things that pass for
(ruth, not one may be right. Truth lz
so simple that very mutch ov it lz
overlooked.
Ml Idea ov perfekt happiness lz the
consciousness ov ha ving dun our whole
duty, and the certainty ov gitttng our
reward for it.
Thare are hlpokrtts who are tosrnt
so; they have not cunning, nor no mal
ice, and don't even kno themselfs the*
extent ov their htpokrasy.
It would be a good trade If we could
banish about one haft the learning
out ov the world, and substitute com
mon sense In the place ov it.
Thare has seldum been a grate,
ockashun yet but thare haz been found i
sum one equal to It, and that one haz;
often sprung from an unexpekte4
source.
i
It lz a grate deal eazier to be sassy
than to be sarkastik; but thare are
menny krltlcks who haven’t diskov
ered the difference yet, and probably
never will.—New York Weekly.
BUSY MAN'S REFLECTIONS
4
An idle woman la often a busybjdy.
A go-ahead chap can al way Become
back.
All girls are dreams^untif the men
wake up.
When a man la a crank Its hard to
turn him.
A great many In the social swim us«i
the underhand stroke. j
1
The Inevitable—making goodi the
note you signed to help a friend.
Even the most progressive woman is
usually opposed to new wrinkles.
Some men will never make any
“dust" until they are cremated.
Folks who boast of their famtft>~
trees generally neglect to mention the>
shady branches.
1 Why. do we speak of thq wealthy
alone as being “well off?” Why net
include the single?
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