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Rub-My-Tism will cure you.
Old papers for sale at this office.
100 for 15 cents.
For Sale A new organ at a bar
gain. Call at News office.
Everybody has a hobby, doing
the right kind of job work is ours
Dr. R. E. Rowland was here from
El Dorado the first of the week.
Mrs. C. C. Bell visited this week
with Mrs. J. W. Pike at Monroe.
Dr. E F. Rowland was down
from Lapile Monday on business.
Joe Sehon brought a watermelon
to town this week weighing 64 lbs.
J. C. Phillips and family visited
relatives at Danville. La., this
week.
Mrs. F. T. Chambless is spending
this week with her parents at Flor
ence, La.
J. D. Norris and family left last
Sunday for their future home at Ll
Dorado._
Attorney T. J. Gaughan of Cam
den was a business visitor here last
Saturday.
For Sale Practically new
"Crusader" bicycle at a bargain.
See John Collett at postoffice.
Postmaster E. N. Collett was at
El Doraro last Fiiday attending
the Republican county convention
Mrs. G. S. Farmer and sister.
Miss Bessie Spencer, visited the
first of this week with their sister.
Mrs. Edwards, at Haile. La.
5 or 6 doses 6C6 will break any
case of Chills and Fever; and it
taken then as a tonic the Fever
will not return. Price 25c.
At a meeting of the Republican
county convention held at El Do
rado last Friday it was decided not
to put out a county ticket this year
as was intended.
A. G. Abell, superintendent of
the Louisiana Division of the Iron
Mountain with headquarters in
Monroe, was here Saturday on
company business.
Store Manager D. M. Clowney
and family have moved into the
house formerly occupied by T. B.
Weaver. Mr. and Mrs. Weaver
are now boarding at the hotel.
Work on lock and dam No. 6 in
the Ouachita river east of here
which is being completed by the
government, is at full swing and
o^er 150 men are working there
now.
J. T. Lawrence who was shot
three weeks ago has been taken to
his own home from that of G. W.
Defee’s where he has been since
he v/as shot. He stood the trip
w ill considering his condition.
B. H. Stegall of Mew London,
who was nominated by the Social
ists as their candidate for county
judge, says it was done against his
wishes and that he wants to with
draw from the ticket if they will let
him. _
Presiding Elder W. P. Whaley, of
the Camden District of the Metho
dist church will hold quarterly con
ference here on Saturday. August
10 and will occupy the pulpit at
Union church both morning and
evening August 11.
A determined and systematic
campaign is to be made for the
adoption of the State-wide Prohi
bition bill at the September election.
This has just been decided upon at
a conference of representatives of
temperence organizations, at which
a central itate advisory committee
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was organized for the purpose of
securing the co-operation of all the
friends of temperance.
Mr. and Mrs. J. A. Woollev were
called to the bedside of her brother.
Charles King who lives six milet
north of Lapile Tuesday afternoor.
He died at 8:25 Wednesday morn
ing of acute rheumatism and wa1
buried Thursday afternoon. In hi
dtath Union county loses anothei
excellent citzen and a successful
farmer. __
Cecil Martin, of Chicago, one of
the stockholders of the Cremer
Lumber comr^any which is putting
in the large hardwood mill at Cros
sett. and A. W. Corkins, who was
untiLfour years ago superentend
ent of the Union Saw Mill company
here but is now constructing engi
neer for the company which is to
build the Creamer plant, were here
Saturday and Sunday. Mr. Martin
inspected the logging camps and
Mr. Corkins visited old friends.
Juiy Weather.
On last Friday, July 26, the ther
mometer registered 99 degrees
which is the hottest recorded here
this year. It was 95 on three dayr,
96 on one and 97 on one. The
rainfall for the month was three
and twenty-four one-hundreths.
There were only three entirely
clear days during the month which
in a way accounts for the tempera
ture being no higher.
Notice.
The Union Saw Mill Company
will pav $50.00 as a reward to any
one. not in its employ, who will fur
nish information from which any
person shall be convicted of depre
dating or trespassing upon the tim
ber of said Company.
This 1st, day of February, 1 906.
Union Saw Mill Co.
By F. W. Scott,
Secy, and Treas.
Swindlers Oet $120,000,090.
One hundred and twenty million
dollars was filched from the Amer
ican people during the last fisca
year by swindlers who operated
largely through the United States
mails, according to a statemen'
just made in a formal report to
Postmaster General Hitchcock
This was an increase of $50,000.
000 in the aggregate of the pre
vious year. Of those who are al
leged to have operated the fraudu
lent schemes 1.063 were arrested
by postofTice inspectors.
During the year which ended
June 30 last. 452 persons were
convicted and sentenced and 571
cases are awaiting final disposition.
Postmaster General Hitchcock’s
order to inspectors to collect evi
dence that would warrant criminal
prosecution of the swindlers grad
ually is building a wall of protec
tion against such frauds around the
American public.
The WeallitT Man.
The weather prophet, in his lair,
consults the skies and feels the air.
and samples highs and lows, and
then predicts some freezing snaps,
or thaws or thunderbolts, perhaps,
or novelties in snows. And ninety
nine times out of ten the prophe
cies that leave his den are accurate
and fair; and people take them as
they come, and never hand the
seer a plum, or posey rich and rare.
We do not call him up and say that
he's a clinker in his way. when his
forecasts come true: but when he
fails to ring the bell we greet him
with a frantic yell, and raise a how
dy-do. And so the weather pro
phet sits, and makes his maps and
throws his fits, an I wails a dirge
like song: his triumphs never seem
to count, but he stirs up a vast
amount of anger when he’s wrong.
Oh, let's adopt a better plan, and
cease to roast the weather man,
and camp upon his trail! Let's
praise him for the hits he makes,
and overlook his sn ail mistakes,
and boost his rain and hail. Walt
Mas an.
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GOPYRf&HT 7.9//
JIU- BOB/iS MfA'PILL CQMTAHY
IVifliam
Johnston
Illustrations by YLBarnej
SYNC PS 13.
CHAPTER T—Harding Kent mil** on
Bouise Farrish to propose marriage and
fli;*ls the house in great excitement over
'tie attempted suicide uf her sister Kath
mine. Ken* starts an investigation and
finds that Hugh Crandall, suitor fn’
Katharine, who had been forbidden the
house by General Farrish. had talked with
Katharine over the telephone just before
fhe shot hr rs 'lf. A torn p'eoe of yellow
paper is found, at sight of which Gen
eral Farrish is stricken with paralysis.
HiU'T’KR TT—Kent discovers that
Grandall has left town hurriedly. An
rtrow Kiser, an apei banker, commits
•Jiii' ide about t!a- same time as Katharine
attempted her life.
Though the papers had made no
nention of Doctor Berner, the state
ment being that a policeman had
called an ambulance from Bellevue
Hospital, It now appeared that the
landlady had summoned him as soon
as the suicide was discovered. Kiser
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Mrs. Trask Was the Old-Schoo! Board
ing-House Mistress.
was dead, so he had withdrawn as
soon as the policeman arrived.
"Did you ever have Kiser as a pa
tient ?” asked the inspector.
The doctor reflected.
"Only once—about two years ago. I
gave him something for Insomnia. He
called here at the office and I wrote
him a prescription. He was to return
in a few days for further treatment,
but he did not do so. Another time—”
The doctor hesitated.
"There was another time I had al
most forgotten, a year or two before
'hat. He met me in tiie street one
('.ay and asked what my office liorws
were on Saturday. He explained that
he was the guardian of a boy who was
in a boarding-school. The child had
some slight throat trouble and he
wished me to make an examination.
On the following Saturday he brought
the boy here, a bright little chap about
ten.”
"Do you know the boy’s name? What
school did he attend?” The inspector
tired this question rapidly, but It was
quickly apparent that the doctor had
nothing more to tell, so we left.
“What a wonderful man you are!” I
• xclaimed as the doctor’s door closed
behind us. "How did you learn that
Doctor Berner had been called in after
User killed himself?”
“There is nothing wonderful about
nv knowledge,” answered Davis with
a laugh. “What is the first thing that
people do when anything happens?
They run for the nearest doctor. Doc
tor Berner is the nearest doctor. Could
anything be simpler?”
The simplicity of his logic amazed
me. It was like a conjurer's trick aft
er it lias been explained, or like one of
those puzzle pictures with hidden
faces. You work hours trying to find
them, anu^ifter you have found them
> ou wonder how you ever happened
not to see them.
\Ye now arrived at Mrs. Trask's
boarding-house—one of those dingy
ex-residences that proclaimed its ret
rogression by a white slip of paper on
the door frame. I had supposed that
here, too, my friend would introduce
himself as “Inspector Davis” on ac
count of the prestige it would give
him in searching the rooms, but to the
slattern maid who came to the door
wiping her hands he merely said:
“Tell your mistress a couple of gen
tlemen are inquiring about room and
board.”
.Mrs. Trask was the old-school board
ing-house mistress fast disappearing
before the inroads of the family apart
ment hotel. "Better days” was writ
ten all over her. though somewhat ob
I scored by years in boarding house
grease. Eying us sharply through her
spectacles, she inquired how much we
were willing to pay. meanwhile debat
ing with herself whether it was neces
| sary to ask for references.
Davis' “not nioye than twelve dol
lars a week each” apparently con
vinced her that references were un
necessary, for she at once led the way
to what she described as the second
floor front, the room In which Elser
had killed himself only the day before.
Probably_s_he had no intention of tell
Inpr 'is this, but, garni"'v mvrrnmi
her caution. She had n< . expifia;
ing on the advantages of the , -cm
Heaven knows it needed an elr.rinei:
advocate! when suddenly she lor
ered her volee to a my^erioug who
per
"One gentleman has occupied tii
room for fonr'een years ever sir
I've had the house, and a fine old g.
tleman he was. too I wouldn't ha
the room vacant but what happen
to him yesterday." She let her vo
sink still lower "If it was a rnti|
if ladies looking at the room
wouldn't he telling it but know \
:entlemen won't mind. It was in tl
oom yesterday Mr. Kiser killed hit
elf, not on the bed, hut right here <
he floor. It waa poison he took — e\
tide of mercury, the doctor said."
You don’t say!” exclaimed the i>
spertor, as .f he had heard the new
for the first lime. "Why did lie do it"
“It's more tlian I can say," said Mrs
Trask, evidently well (’eased to talk
about the tragedy. “I did eycrythinc
1 could to keep him comfortable an<
happy. He spent all his time hoi
since he gave up his ofire down
town. He lead the papers every
morning in the parlor. Every after
noon he took a walk. He was always
on time to his meals and there never
was a complaint out of him. On Sat
urdays he used to go up to West Ches
ter to see a hoy that he was guardian ‘
for. Evert Saturday night regular hc
paid his board, that is, up to iast week
—that’s still owing ”
"Old lif have any visitors?”
“No, 1 don't rei-nlleet that therpwas !
ever any one bore to pop him, though !
occasionally ho used to bring the boy ■
down horn to lunch on Saturday or
Sunday. He hasn't bad him here,
though, for the last three years."
“Did he receive any mail?”
“Ain't It Queer, now, that you !
| speak of that! The first letter he had !
in months came only last week. The j
police found part of the envelope on I
the floor beside him. Them and me j
both looked through all his things, hut i
| never a trace of the letter could we j
find. I can't for the life of me think !
what he could have done with it. 7 i
know the letter must have had some
sort of good news for him, for after |
he received It, for several days he j
was as bright and chipper as could be, 1
more like himself than he had been j
for years. Then yesterday somebody 1 1
telephoned to him I don't know who '
it was, for 1 was out marketing—and 1
he never had any 'phone calls before 1
that 1 know of. Right aftof lunch lie
went out and was gone until after '
three. Soon after he came in he '
killed himself in this very room.”
To my mind things were beginning
to look blacker and blacker for Cran
dall. The parallel between the eases
of Katharine and Kiser was entirely ^ 1
too strong for It to have been nine
coincidence. We know it was Oran- '
dall who had telephoned Katharine. It 1
must have been he who had called
Kiser. There was mu<‘h to he ex
plained. What it was that had driv
en them both to seek death was still
a mystery to me. My mind reverted
to my oriptnal theory that there was
a child, whose existence had been
kept from the world, that whs in some
way ocnneo od with the Karri h fam- 1
ily. Old Kiser was the guardian of a
hoy. Suppose this boy was th" child. 1
It would establish a possible connec- ]
tion between the two suleides. It
would explain why Katharine might i
have known old Kiser yet never have 1
mentioned the man,to Louise 1
I took it for granted that T)av1s
would ask the landlady further about 1
the child. Of course, he would want
to know the boy's name and the
name of the school where Elser '
kept him, hut he made no further
Inquiries. Telling the landlady he
would let her know in a day or
two about the room, he turned to me
with:
“Come on, Kent, it Is time we had
some luncheon.”
“We must find Crandall,” I said as
we left the house.
“We must find who wrote the yel- !
low letters," Davis responded.
“It must have b<cn Crandall," I as
serted with conviction.
“It may have been Crandail,” the
inspector replied. “Was Crandall left
handed?”
CHAPTER IV.
Katharine Speaks.
Tf I had been alone 1 would have
gone directly to the Farrish home. I
was anxious about Louise. 1 had not
seen her since the night before, though
t had telephoned her early In the
| morning—1 greatly regretted having
to leave her so much by herself in
such distressful circumstances. I
thought it wiser now to prepare her
beforehand for the inspector's com
ing. I wanted him to see the Farrish '
home. I felt that if he mot Louise
and realized the luxury and comfort
in which the family lived he would
j better anpreclaje tlm mystery and my
eterinination to solve ft.
I suggested luncheon at Martin's
nd Davis assented. As soon as we
ad obtained a table I excused my
rlf and hastened to the telephone,
■ouise told me that the condition of
'oth her father and Katharine was
radically unchanged. 1 briefly sum
tariyed my morning's work and asked
f 1 might bring the inspector after
uncheon.
“By all means." said Louise, “bring
im right over. I want to meet him
nd there may he some things I can
ell him which will aid him.”
When 1 returned to the cafe on the
{roadway side, where I had left the
nspector, 1 found him abstractedly
oiling little pellets of bread and plac
ng them in various positions on the
loth. So absorbed was he in his or
ipation that lie hardly seemed to note
;y return. His flying fingers woule
nstily mold three or four pellets in
s lnsnv seconds. Placing them in
row, he would eye them intently
ecasionally he would swoop down or.
nme unoffending pellet and sweep it
o Hie floor. Two or three times 1
led to interrupt him to learn what
9 wished to eat, but etch time h*
Don't, Please Don't!” She Said Coldly.
waved me Impatiently away, Finsll
)*t desiring to delay too long ov<
uncheon. I gave the waiter the orde
v it bout consulting him. Meohnnioall'
to ate what whs put before him. al
lip while keeping up his game wttl
>fead balls.
Knowing him as well ns I did. aftei
studying closely his eccentric move
nett's, 1 felt cure that the array ol
relicts was closely allied with thf
rental process by which he was seel,
rg to solve the Farrish mystery. Ti c
ar;-er pallets, 1 decided, must he th‘
raricus theories about the yellow let
ler or Idlers and their origin. Th'
smaller pfl!e s were the different pel
sons connected with the case. One
iy one he pushed the larger pellets
'tom the table until a single pelle*
•entalned. The smaller ones he ke.pt
irraitglng and rearranging until at last
te seemed satisfied. The single sur
iving large pellet stood directly on a
•reive in the cloth. On oiip side
‘dually distant from thp crease, but
lose to each other, he had placed
wo of the smaller pellets. The res!
vere in three groups on the other side
if the line. For perhaps five minutes
le carefully studied their poFiMor
vithont shifting them, and then witl
i quick motion of his hand swept then,
ill to the floor.
"There was some purpose distinctly
•ritrlnal connected with the yellow
e'ters,” he said, as If for the firs!
ime aware of my presence, and be
mining as loquacious as lie had hefor<
teen silent. “When we have run thh
nystery to earth we will find the'
■here are two of the criminals—onl;
wo guilly.”
"Guilty of what?” I asked in amaze
pent.
"I haven’t the sllgh'est Idea as yet.’
ip replied with such apparent frank
less that 1 suspected he was not tel1
ng me all liis thought. "Evil ideat
ire of three kinds—the solitary, th
lair, the group. Crimes are morel
he physical expression of evil idea
ind hear the same classification. Th*
ifiHtnrv pvil irlra m:inifr>‘jtc it coif it.
i variety of crimes. In this class he
ring defalcations, poisonings, erimer
ig iinst women and generally the as
:assination of private individuals
Iltese are the hardest crimes to dis
’orcr and punish. The evil idea Is not
•ommuniented. This sort of criminal
seldom has confidants. Often, in tact
ilmost always, he masks his vlllaini
behind the clonk of respectability.
Most of these offenses are due to ma
tia, to blood-lust, to a desire for re
1‘cnge for real or imaginary wrongs.
“Evil ideas of the pair are generally
ittributablo to monev-lust. In such
'rimes as burglary, highway robbery,
ilaekmail, you will find two persons
'rpiallv guilty, always the pair. Some
lines it is the man and the woman,
sometimes the strong man and the
veak man, sometimes two women,
hough seldom, for women have little
if the inventive or creative faculty,
'ven in crime. Notorious women cr'm
nals, just like all other feminine ce
lebrities in literature or art, have
nucli of the masculine in their make
ip.
“The third kind of evil idea, that of
he group, is responsible for the
itrlke, the moh, the conspiracy. It Is
ho contagion of crime. The Black
Hand is a typical example. The mcm
icrs of (his notorious organization,
vhile they profit financially by their
nlsdeeds, care little about that end
if it. Their greatest pleasure Is in
he torture of their vicllms, in the.
tgony they suffer from the time the
lamelcss dread of the Black Hand
^rst seizes them until finally they are
jut 1q dtatlv £o_r refusing t.he aacle_fx’s
exactions. It is thfs evil spirit that
kills kings, burns witches, destroys
property and lynches negroes. The
Parrish mystery, however, is of the
second class—the crime of the pair.
1 am certain of it.”
"The important thing then for us
to do,” said I, trying to bring him
from the abstract to the concrete, "is
to find Hugh Crandall and also to dis
cover who was his closest associate—
man or woman.”
"Do you think so?” he asked enig
matically, adding a second later,
“Can’t, you take me to see Miss Far
rish?”
Hardly another word passed be
tween us as the taxicab whirled us up
Madison avenue to the general’s home.
1 was thinking about Davis' strange
theories of crime and his opinion that
this was a crime of the pair. I felt
sure that he, as well as 1, must be
convinced of Crandall's connection
with the matter and surely his flight
did not srgtie Innocence. Rut if this
was a crime of the pair, who was the
other guilty person? Whom did Davis
suspeet? He had said that it might be
either two men or a man and a woin
■n. A woman? Could It be that h«
suspected Katharine Farrish of snar
ing Crandall’s guilt?
No, no It was Impossible, too ab
surd. Yet certainly the yellow letter
seemed a link between her and Ei.ser.
It was she who for a long time had
been Crandall’s closest associate. That
association apparently had been re
cently renewed in secret. Was it pos
sible that back of the mystery these
was some crime and that Katharine
was guilty?
r or a moment 1 was tempted to or
der the chauffeur to stop. It seemed
almost desecration to take this heart
less analyzer of crime into the home
where denth stalked so close. Sup
post Katharine was—No, I had plec^ed
my word to Louise that I would
solve the mystery and I would keep
my promise, no matter where It led
me. After all, the important thing
was my beloved one's peace of mind.
As long as the shadow hung over ker
father and sister, her happiness must
be marred. Fetter the knowledge of
evil than the terror of mysterj;.
Davis wasted little time in cere
mony. As soon as 1 had introduced
him to Louise, he said abruptly:
“I'd like to see the room where It
happened—alone."
-Ae Louise called ope of the serv
ants to escort him upstairs I was re
joicing at the opportunity to be alo! »
with her. The cold formality of h- r
greeting would have troubled me h. 1
1 not attributed it to the inspector t
presence. As soon as he had left u-.,
with the memories of the evenlrg b -
fore glowing in my mind, I turned to
embrace her.
“Don't, please don’t!” she said co'
ly. /
"Why, dearest!" I stammered la
amazement.
She offered no explanation but sr' 1
in the most matter-of-fact tones—t >
matter-of fset to he natural, 1 flioug t
—“Tell me, RTr. Kent, what y i
learned at the place where Mr. Els •
lived."
I was dumfoundod. What h ■ '
eome over her? What could ha •
happened to make this sudden chan >
In her attitude toward me? ('on 1
this rool, distant young wnmsn he t! •
same girl who only a few hours befo »
had oiling so desperately to me at 1
had wept out her sorrows In my arm .'
Had she overnight forgotten the ki. a
with w'hich we pledged our joint ef
forts to solve the mystery?
Tell me, Mr. Kent," she persisted
quietly, “is (here a yellow letter in
that ease, too? Do you believe there t
ean he any connection between Mr.
Riser and—and what Katharine did?"
Greatly perturbed, yet trying lo con
vince myself that her attitud* was
only a girl’s natural reaction as she
recollected the events of the evening
before, I was just beginning to rehearse
w-hat little we had learned In the
hoarding house when Davis came run
ning down the stairs.
“Tell me," he said abrnptlv to Lou
ise, “what color are Mr. Crandalls
eyes ?”
“Blue,” said Louise, '‘gray-blne.*’
“Humph!” i
I could see she was as much puzzled
at his question as I had been, hut he
offered no explanation and made no
comment.
"Was Crandall left-handed?” he
snapped.
"I don’t think so,” paid Louise aft^r
a minute's thought. ”1 never noticed
that he was.”
“Humph!” he repeated, his eyes rov
ing about the room. “Take me In to.
see General Farrish.” I
The young doctor whom Doctor Wit
cox had left in charge happened to he
passing through the hall, and stopped
as he heard the request.
“It can do no harm,” he said, In re
ply to Louise's look of Inquiry.
The four of us—the doctor, Davis.
Louise and myself, in the order named,
tiptoed into the general's room. 1 was
prepared for a great change in him,
but his appearance was really (crrif- .
ing. Perceptibly thinner, aged as l.v
many years, all shriveled and shrunk
en, he lay chained to his bed hr hi*
affliction, unable to lift leg or arm, his
lips fallen nervelessly apart, his
tongue lolling uncontrollably dead,
dead, dead, save his eyes.
(To Be Continukd Nfxt Wi t s )
You will find on <sa!e at. then
Union Saw Mill company stor".
the Union hotel and Bell's cream
parlor four different local port card
views in colors. If these soil well
the publisher expects to add sev
eral other views to the list. They
w\U be sold at two for five cents.