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All Stuffed tip
That,0 the condition of many sufferers
front catarrh, especially in the morning.
Great difficulty is experienced in clear.
ing the head and. throat.
No wonder catarrh Mises headaclieJ
impairs the tato, emelt and hearing,
pollutes the breath, deranges the stoat -
an and affect .the appetite.
To core catarrh, treatment must be
conetitutional....alterative and tonic..
"I/was ill tor tour months with catarrh
in the head and tbroat. Had a bad cough
and raised hood. 1 had become dis-
couraged when my husband bought a bottle
of Bood's Sarsaparilla and persuaded me
to try it. I advise all to take It. It bas
cured and built lee up," Ms. Km Bee
emelt, West Llscomb, N. S.
Hood's Sarsaparilla
Cures catarrh—it soothes and strength-
ens the ulucoug membrane and builds
up the whole system.
*;-"ler."16Fuoew=fagu"7'1"-1°74,2"1".:ITtrIl"-inion""
Slaving Soap,
Soap, when one has been cut during
shaving, plays the same valuable 'role
as does the antiseptic in surgery.
A Payer organ, .
• A church organ in Belgium is coinpos-
ed entirely of paper, the pipes being
rolls of cardboard. The Sound is sweet,
but powerful. The advantage is that
tbe registers close more readily, pre-
ventiug echo and rumbling.
She Wears No Lint.
The oriental lady wears. no bat, yet
fears no sunstroke, A sunshade of the
proper sort is cooler than a trimmed
bonnet , a nd protects the head equally
well.
The Polk Log cikbin.
The old log cabin In which was bora
the eleventh president of the United
States. James Knox .Polk,- stood le
Mecklenburg county. N. C., and it was
from here that wasissuee the first dec-
laration of independence The Polks,
or Fetlocks, were of Irish stock. • -
;Frozen, but Alire,
Mountain climbers frequently find
butterflies frozen on the snowand so
brittle that they break unless carefully handled. When thawed the butter.
files sometimes recover and .fly. away..
Welsh Mineral Lands;
Tbere are between 300,000 and 400,-
000 acres of land in Wales under Which
the minerals belong to the crown. •
The Life of a1nie. :
The life of a dime Is oidy four or fiye
years, because it changes hands ten
times- while a half dollar is moVetl
once from one person's pocket into the
till of another. •
Where Water ,Aseende
In White county, Ga., there is a
mountain 'stream which runs uphill et.
a steep incline for almost half a mile,
It is supposed to be the continuation of
a siphon which .bes • its source in a
spring at a Weller elevation at'theop-
posite side of We moritain.
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The Clinton Newsi.Record
October 15010 1903
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money—or some or it—wasn't out 0'
creatton, that's all." •• • •
"I have my reasons fer believin' like
you do," .said Pole,
"Yea say you have."
Pole glanced furtively over his' shoul-
der at his canto to see that no one was
within hearing, then said:
"You know 'Winship is old Fred, Par.
son's itephew, 'Well, old Fred's always
been a stanch friend to me. We moou-
slaned it together two yeer, though
he never knowed my chief hiditie place.
In fact, 'nobody knows about that spot,
Uncle Ab, even now. Well, I, had a
talk with 'im an' axed his opinion'
about his nephew, He talks as straight
zis a shingle, an' he ain't no idiot Ile
says It's all bosh about Winship taltin?
an'ay all that boodle." .
"He does, does he?" Abner nodded,
as if to himself.'
'Yes, an' he (Inlet claim Winsb'p
ain't guilty, nether. He . jest holds
Sunlight • Soap will • not injure
your blankets or harden theln. • It
will make them sOft, white and
fleecy, • •
.......nout.-astazara,eatteravadorevv*****tatiaaessuvaralt**
right," lie sad coldly. "Me nut you
nur nobody habil got no right to hint
•at what we don't know nothite about.
Mr. Craig may 'a" lost ever' cent be
had."
"In a pig's valise!"" sneered the red-
headed Mau. "I'd bet my hat be's got
money—an' plenty of it, bull:"
'
"Well, I . don't know nothin' about
it," said Pole, still celdly. "An' • what's
more, Dunn, 1 ain't ti-goin' ''about
gmirchin' any helpless maies character
nether. Er 1 knowed he had made by
the bust, I'd talk different hut I don't
know it."
"Oh, 1 see which side you are on.
Baker," laughed the clerk, "Polis are
about equally divided. Half Is fer 'Ine •
an' half twin. But mark my • Words,
Craig Will slide out o' thts town genie
day an' be heed of after awhile a-git-
tin' started agin sotne'r's else. That
racket has been worked to (loath all.
over the country."
Pole carried the diacession alo fur -
the,. Half an hour passed. Customers
were coming in from the wagon yard
and examining the wares on the coun-
ters and xnaking slow purchases. The
proprietor came in and let the clerk go
'to breakfast. Pole stood in the door-
way leaking up the street in the direc-
tion of Craig's residence. Presently he
saw the eX7baulfer coming from the
pastodice reading hisenall. Pole step-,
pea bask into•the store and let him go
.by; then he went to the doer • again
and saw Craig. go into Fincher's ware-
house .at the end of the next block of
straggling, wooden buildhage,. Pete
sauxitered • down the.- sidewalk in. that
•
direction, passing the front door of the
warelionse without looking in.. The
door at the side of the house had a
long • platform before it and on it
•Fineher, the proprietor, was weighing
WO Of, hay which were 'being' unload-
ed from several wagons. by the coun-'
trynien whe were disposing of it. .
"Belie Mr. Fincher!" Pole greeted
him familiarly. "Want Any help' un-
loadia'?" .. • .•
Baker!". said Pincher; look-
ing up teem the ble.nkbook in which he
was recording the weights "No, I reek-
, On they can hanale;it alt right," 'Finch-
er-was a short, fat Man;:very bald aed
with a roued. laughing 'face. 1.1e had
known :pole a long tune and :•consid
ered him -e. most amusing character.
arleW..do you come on Pole?" • • .
. "Oh, about as coininon. 1 jest thought
them fellers looked sorter lightweight."
devilment .He thinks:, as I. do, that The men ea the wagon laughed as
Craig rtio dm offwith:threats:of arrest : they thliniPed.e. bale 'of hay on to the
an .Pieked that chance to bu'st. • He plat:WmTOU'd. better dry, up,". one
thinks WinShip's in a safe place. an' . of them said.' "We'll git themayor to
never .will be fetched. put. you to work •agin" -
-Abner drew. himself up straight: . - , "Weil, he'Il- have to be quicker about,
"Have you talked to Alan an! Miller . it thaabe was the laststirne," said Pole
.ein that line?"' •
"Tried to," grunted Pole In high .dls- Some one' laughed' lustily from be -
gust, "but Miller. says it's no good to . hind: a tall stack of wheat in .bags in
• think of tweesain" • Craig. He says .we the warehonee. • It 'Was Xirsvya Tra-
. can't prove a. thing on unless we •bile ..Ile •caine- round and• picked up
ketch says that' sort sof. Fineher'S daily paper, as he did es erY.
a steal is the easiest thingon earth: , morning,: and sat down •and began tee
an' that it's don e every day. But that's -readIt• . • :..
beat'se'lles was fetched Up in the . -oNew you are telkInve he • said.
-Pole finished. "We uns out -heer in ;Thar was more rest in that, job; Pole,
the mountains kin fish up,• other ways than any yap' 'eVer: utderteek. • They
o' • fetchrn n scamp to. time without tell • me You .clidift'eeeek a rock." •
standin' • dm up before a thick headed :Pincher laughed as' he closed bus
jtity or lettin' 'im out on bond till be book and' struck Baker with it play
dies a' old age. .You've got 'sense fatlY, .."Pele was too tired to do that .
enough to know•that,-Utiele .413" jeb," he said. "He was horn thet way."
The slanting rays of the setting sun • "gay, Mr. Trabue," retaliated Pole,
struck the old man in the face. There "did you ever hede. how I got the best •
was a tinkle of cow bells in the pasture o'., Mr. Pineher in achielten trade?"
below' the cabin The outlaw :in Pole • •,.I don't, think. I ever did, •:Pole,"
:Baker' Wits it thing .A.bner: Daniel de -•.: • laughed the lawyer,. expectantly. "How
plored, and yet today It was a strawsas
bobbing about on the ,troublect waters • 'Oh come eft don't 'go over that
of the old Man's soul toward which, if .
againi"'said Fincher, flushing. • '
he didnot extend his • hand, he looked ,"It was tine. away," said Pole, with
'interestedly. A* grata expression. stole
• a broad, wholesome: grin. • "My dousin,
intO'his facedrawing the .merry lines .
Bert Wilks was rennin.' the restaurant
doxi ;toward his cMn'
limier the ear shed .about tWo yeer 'ago:
"I • wouldn't do .ficithin' foolhardy; . He "was a new band at the business,
Pole." ...Abner lookel into the • fellow's
an ono day he had a awful rush.• He
!face, drew a long, trembling breath got a telegram 'that atrain load 0' pas •
and ftnigbed, "I , woUldn't, but I'll be sengers had missed connection:at Chate
durriette I knoW. what I'dde!", . • tanooga. an' would have to eat with
• film. was poWerfUl rattleO,
"X wouldn't do *nothin' 1ooUmardi,"ho
that. be • was too small a dabbler In
earth to etillftiner big Stocks. Well, One
of the spryest In the lot, Joe Gaylord,
noticed that Pole was powerful popu-
lar with mountain folks, an' he wade
a preposition, binelin"ini down to
eecreey. lie proposed to lave- Pole 10
per cent commiss:on on all the goods
he'd Ite'p sell by bringin' ertetentiere
iim the store. Pole hesitated becalee, lie
fetid, 'they might find it out, an' Joe
finally agreed that all Polo would have
to. do was to fetch. 'em he glee the
wink, au' Mtn all' his clerks would do
the rest. It worked mighty slick fer
awhile, but Pole noticed that very of-
ten the folks he'd fetch in *wouldn't be
pleased with the goods an' prices an'
ud go trade sotne'r's else. Tlieu wOat,
do you think the scamp did? He went
to every store in town an' made a se-
cret contract to git 10 per cent on an
sales, an' lie bad the softest snap you
ever heerd of. He'd simply hang on to
a aug from the couotry, whether he
':1's that titer little /umia gold or ot#"
knowed 'ern • or .not, , an' feller ''em
around till they bought; then he'd welk:
up an' rake in his part." • .
;I got left once," said Pole, laughing
;with the others. "One gang. that
stuck to all day went over to Melton.
an' bought,". • . . •
"Well, the merchants caught on after
awhile an' stopped him," said Trabue,
"but he -made good :motley while • he
was tit. it. They'd sent dm up fer
ef it hadn't beensech a :gciod:. joke on
'em," • •
•;"I4.don't kume about that," replied
.Pole thoUghtfullY: "I ,Was doin' all' I
agreed, an' et.they could afford to pay
10 per coat to anybody they anoweht as
well 'a' paid it to me. 1 drawed trede:
to the 'whole town. The elgare.
-whisky I give away amounted to • a
hat I've set up many • a night tellin'
•them. , mossbacks tales ,to make 'em
laugh." ,••• • • •
"Well, ef 'Yoe: ever: git into any trou-
-hie let me kne‘v," said Tratnie as he •
. rose to go. "I'll . defend .yoti at half
Pelee. :•You'd • be a ,sight, e „help to a •
lawyer. be hanged If I ever seed a
better eese.''an you made out in the
mayor's court, an' you hadn't a thing
to back it up 'with wither." '
The hay Was Unioaded,andthe wag-
ons driven away. Pincher stood eying
Pole with adMiration. "It's,.a fact,"
,he •said. "Yoe eetild..'a' made .some'n'
out o' Yore'se,f if you'd 'a' been '.e(in.,•
cated an! had a phowin"." •
.
Pole jerked his thumb'. over bus sheet,
der1tit Craig, who was standing in the
front door looking out into the street.
"tverybodr.don't git a fair sbowin' in
this • world,: Mr.; ..Piucher," • he .stild. •
"That man Craigbaulft been 'treated
right." • • . • •
• The. jOvitil exPreesion died Out of the.
:reerebent's face, and he leaned against
the door jamb. • !.* :
'You are right thar,' be said ---"dead
He's been mighty eniuckyand.
bad tretted." : •• •,
Pole grasped the brim of his:massive
hat and drew,it from ilia shaggy, head.
"It makes nee so all ared. Mad . scene-
. times; Mr. Pincher, to beer folks .n -run -
Mu' that man down that I Want to
flgOt. I ain't no religious man mysel;
buil respect one an' I've always -Put
him down in my book as a good map."
"So've I," said the merchant and he
looked toward the:, subject of their'
Conversation and called out, 4:Craig,
oh; Craig, conte back .heer a minute." :.
Pole put on biallaat and stared at the•
•grounO. , Ile made a gesture as 12 of.
protest, but refrained from sneaking.
"What's wented V Craig came down
totherq. He was smoking weigar and
Wore a. comfortable look, as 12. be bad
been fighting a : hard but. successful.
fight and now heerd only tandem shots
• from a fleeing eueraY, ' •
• • • •
• • "Tem ain't •tt,.eandidate ter office,"
leifghed blucher, "but nearly all men
liIie to'lentove they've 'got frieeds. . This
nap, beer's -been standin' up ter you.:
He Says) It 'Mikes him mad to hear
folks talkagin you?. :
"Oh, it's Baker!" exclaitned the. ex -
banker, shading hands with polo and
beanting,on him “wen, 1 don't know
a • man ",1'd 'rather 'have for a friend,"
he said emoothlY. • .
• Pole ;tossed his •head and ..looked
Straight into the speaker's dye:. "I'M
fer human justice, Mr. Craig," he said,
."an' I don't think folks has treated you
tight. What mail Is thar that don't
ndw an' then make . Mistakes, sir?
You've alwaye had means,' an' I never
was anything but a pore mountain boy,
but I've always looked on you as a
geed man, a lave abidin' Man, tin' 1
don't like to heer folks try to blame
you ter What another man done. When
you had plenty, 1 never come nigh you,
bectese 1 knowed you belonged to one
life an' me another, but now you are
firit o yore back, sir, I'm yore friend."
Craig's taw beamed. Ile pulled hie
beard:,hL eyes &ned,
"I'M glad there are men in the world
like .you, Baker," he said. "I say I'm
glad, anti 1 mean It" • .•
Pincher had begunto look over the
lifig.punrt.. eshisd
book and walketo the
"Oh, my friendship ain't Wetli
aid Pole. "/ know that 1 never
was in the shape to he'p nobody., but 'I
knrong
owrhett a:satin's treated rtglit or
w
"Well, it you ever need assistance
and 1 can help you, don't fall to call
on me." Craig epoke With a tone of
eincerity.
Pole took a deep breath and lowered
his voice, .glarteing ettutiously into the
ilOtlaOt 44ykrfig Of being otettettO
Our Headache
Curing Record
Hundred i have been
freed from persistent
headaches .by our
scientifically fitted
glasses.
When we undertok*
to cure headache We
clo it or refund the
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CHAPTDE XXI. round like 4 dog after itS tail. He
13111 folkeVing inorniug Pole ' knowed he'd ha•Ve to have a' lot O' fry-
:, rose before daylight and rode' ' tri' chickens, an'. he couldn'tleavekthe
to Darley, •As he reached the restaurant, so he axed me. ef I'd take
• plaee .the first rays Of the . the Money en' go ma in town 'an': buy
Sun were touching' the slate covered ient fer I consented, an' struck
spire • of the largest church in town. Mr. Pincher, Who wag settle' .seeh truck
He went to a public wagon yard and then. He 'lowed, yon know, that 1
hitched hie horse to One of the icing 'jest wanted one, or two at the outside,
racks. A mountain family te knew ter my Own use'eo when I seed •ti fine
slightly had Camped la the yard,. siege- coop out in feent an' axed the price Of
big in -their canvas. .covered wagon, • 'em be kinder dreivetton his beerd till
and Were making . coffee over a little his Mouth fell open an' studied how •
fire Pole wanted a cup' of the bever- he could make the most out o' inc
age but he passed on into :a -grocery 'After -awhile he said, 'Well, Pole, I'll
store :across the street and bought a make 'em 10 ceets apiece: ef I Pick 'em,
dime's Worth of cheese and -.hardtack' • an' 15 ef.yOu pick 'mu' 1 sorter skeerd
crackers. This was hisjareakfast. He the (thickens around an' seed thin' was
'Melted it downwith a dipper of water • twe or thee° tiny Ones hidin' .under the
froth the street well and set arotind • big ones, an' 1 seed What he was Op to,
,the store ehatting with the clerk, who, but I was ready fee 'Ina. 'All right,'
was sprinkling the floor and sweeping ses ,'you pick 'eve' • Thar was two
and dusting the long room. The clerk or, three: loafera standi' round an'
was a redhealled young man with a they; all laughed at me when Mr,
short, bristling ratistahe, and a suit Pinner got down over the coop an'
of clothes that was too large for )iIin finaily ketched One about the size of
aDon't Mr, Craig staY around Finn- •a robin en' hauled it out • 'Keep on
er's warchonse a good deal?" Pole a-picklif,' ties 1, an' he made a grab
asked as the dark rested fer a moment ter one a little bigger ail' handed it UP
on his broant near hire. • -to me. Then he stuck his hands down
"Mighty nigh all day king," was the .ip his potkets, dein" his best to keep
reply, "HIM an' h'ineher's some kiti, • 210111laughln'. The gang yelled then,
think," but I wasn't done. 'Keep on
"On his wife's .side," said .Pol. "1 808 1. Ate he got down agin. An', sir,
Went to See Mr. Craig.: 1 wonder of 1 got that coop at about 4 cents apiece
he'll be down thar this mornire " less'n he'd aid ter 'em • Ile tried to
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"Wen, 1 do need advlee, lXv Craig,"
he saki --"not money nor nothin' ex-
pensive. But I've laid awake night
after night wishin' 'at 1 canal run on
some man of experience that I could
a* fer advice an' that I could trust.
Mr. Craig, I'll be 'blamed ef 1 don't
feel like tellite you sowe'if that never
hoe passed my live"
Craig stared in interested astonish -
talent "Well. you can trust Me, Ba-
ker," be Said, "and, if 1 can advise you,
why, I'll do it with pleasure."
There was a cotton compress pear
by, with its vast sheds and platforms,
and Pole looked at It steadily. Ile
thrust his baud Into his pants pocket
and kept it there for a full minute;
then be shook his head, drew out bts
hand and said: "I reckon 1 won't both-
er you today, Mr. Craig, Some day
I'll powe In town an' tell you, but"—
Pole looked at the sun. "I reckon I'd
better be goin'."
"Hold our" Craig caught Pole's arm.
The ex -banker was a natural man.
Despite his recent troubles he had his
share of curiosity,. and Pole's manner
and words had aroused it to unwonted
netivay. "Hold an," he said, "What's
your hurry? I've got tune t� spare if
you 'lave."
Pole hung his head for a moment in
sllence; thea he looked the old. roan in
the :face, "Mr.. Craig," he began in even
a lower voice, "do you reckon tbar's
any gold in them • mountains?" Pole
nodded to the blue wave in the east. •
Craig was standing near a bale of
cotton, and he sat down on it, first part-
ing the tails of his lou, black coat.
"I don't, know; there alight be," he
eald, deeply interested and yet trying
to appear Indifferent. "There is plenty
of it in the same range farther down
about Dalonega."
Pole had his hand in the right pocket
of his rough' pan troupers, •
"Is thar anybody in this town that.
could tella piece o' gold ef they seed
it?" be asked.
"Oh, a good many, 1 reckon," said
Craig, a steelybeam of excitement in
his unsteady eye. "I can myself. I
spent two years, in the gold .mines of
• California when I was a.3roung -man."
. "Yon don't say! I never knowed,
that." Pole bad really . heard of, that
fact, but is face was,straight. He hue
eatipaged to throw into it a most won-
derful blending . of fear. and °Terme-
tiousness., •••
"Oh, yes; I've had a good. deal 'of ex-
perience in such things." •'
'You don't 'Slur Pole was looking •
toward the compress again.
Craig laughed out suddenly an put
his hand on Pole's shoulder with a '
friendly, downward stroke. • •
"You can trust me, Baker," he said
persuasively, "and 'it may, be that I
cold be of assistance to
• There was something like an actual
tremor . of agitation in Pole's rough
hand'as he .drew bis little nugget from
its resting place at the bottom of his.
pocket. With a deep, indrawn breath
• he handed it to Craig. "Is that their lit.
tie lump gold or not?" he asked. •
Craig started' visibly as his eyes fell
on the pieee of gold. But he took it
• indifferently and eXamined it closely.
",Where did you 'run across that?" he
•asked. .
I"Weil, VII. Meet yoll. I'm *goin' to
trust you, Mr. Craig, an when you otO
the 'vein ef you tbluk thar'e enough,
money in it fer two -but we can see
about that later."
"An right, Baiter. I'll be there. But
Hay." as Pole was moving away, "You
are a drinking man and get a little off
SonietinieS. You haven't said anything
about this where anybody"—
Pole laughed reassuringly. "I never
have been drunk enough to do that,
Mr. Craig', an', what's more, I never
will be."
THANKSGIVING DAY
on Thanksiving.
Day will be open all
day to give you a good
opportunityto set for
your Photo, or have a
family group taken.
come earlsr.
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"Putty apt," said the clerk. "Pinch- • back, but the gang wouId n t let 'im,
er's his best friend genet) his biest up, It was the cheapest lot o' chickens 2
an' they are mighty thick„ I reckon he • ever seed. 2 turned the little ones out
gib; the cold shoulder at a lots o' to fatten and made Wilks pay me the
plces." , market price all round fer the bulimia."'
"ou doiet say!" I "I'll be botind you made SOIlle'll! 011t
"An' of course he Wants somewhat el it," said Trabue. "Pinner, UM you
to go besides hotne. In passin" I've ever beet how that flant> tuck In ev.
seed 'int a-flgurite several times at ery merehant en this street about two
Pincher's desk. They say • he's got year ago?"
seine notion o' werkite fer Metier tut "Never herd anything except his
bis bookkeeper." !• owin' 'em an," bald Finder, with a
"Well, he'll Wive te0 make a Win' laugh.
I some 'way, said ole "1 could put im In the penitentiary
The clerk laughed significantly. tor it," aflirtiod the lawyer. "You
lilt it ain't already nutde,'' said he know about that time that, was a pow.
tlritb a smile, • erful rivalry gain' on etteong the tetore.:
Vele stood up, !it don't think tlieVe iteOiMes Tita,Vie Wen' bo an
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• "I: want to know a We the puere
thing," answered Pole.'
Craigplade another exaMination„
viously to deckle on the method be
would apply to a•situation that &timed
. all his. interest. •• ,••
"I think it is," he sald--"In feet; I
know it is." ' 1 . •
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• Pole took it .eagerly, thrust it back
Into his pocket awl said:"
Mr Ciig i know white thatsa
vela o' that stuff twenty yarde thick,
runnin' clean through a mountain."
•. "Yot do?". Craig actually' paled un-
der his suppressed excitement. •
'Yes sir n' I kin buy it; lock' stock
and' barrel, fer .five hundred dollars.
The feller that owns it ucljump at it
like a thick en aJune bng. That's my.
secret, Mr.:Oraig.- I hain't tinb
io. My name, but fronethisday•pn I'm*
gain' to work hard an' saveray •money.
till 1 own that property. Pin a-goln'
• doWn to Atlanta next week, whar peo•
ple don't kilo* me, an' have alump of
it bigger 'n thiseamined, an' ef' it's
goldI'll own the hind sooner or later." •
Craig glanced tO the rear. ••
"Come hack here," he said. Opening
adoor at the end,of the warehouse,he
led Pole into a moi‘e retired spot where
they Wooidbe free troth Possible inter-
ruption. Then ..in a most • persuasive
vdice he continued: "Baker, you need a
man. of experience with you in this.'
Besides, if there is as much of—of that
stuff ask you Say there is, you wouldn't
be able to use en yeti could make out
of it. , Now, .it might take you •a long•
time to get up the meney to buy tlie
hand, and there Is no telling what,
Might happen in the meantimeI'm
in a Close plac„ but I could raise' five
hundred dollars or even' a thousand.
•My' friends still seek th me, you know.
The truth is, Baker, • I'd like the best
in the World to be able to make money
to pay back what some of my Weeds
have lost through Me." ••
PolUbung hie head. Re seetned to
be speaking half to himself and tin the
Verge of a smile Whenhe replied, "I'd
like to see You pay luta •SOMOot'em,
too, Mr, Craig." • •
Craig laid his hand gently on Pole's
shoulder. •
"ow about lettle me see the plat• a
Elakr?" he. said. •
Pole heltated, and then he met the
ex -banker's look with the expression
of a man who has resignedhimself to
a generous impulse. ' •
. "Well,. some • day. when you are
-passire my way stop in, ant •
"How far is it?" broke in Craig, pull.
Ing bis beard with unsteady fingers.
. "A. good fifteen miles from hoer,"
said Pole. , •• . •
Craig sullid. "Nothin' hat an easy
ride," he deelred, 'Ive got a horse
dein' nothing in the stable. What's to
hinder us fret)] going today—this morn
ing—as soon as 1 east go for my horse?"
"2 don't keer," said Pole resignedly.
"But could yon manage to go without
anybody knowhe Whar you was bound
fer?"
"asy enough," Craig laughed, Ere
was really pleased With Pole's etreme
cautiousness. ••
"Then you mought Meet Me out thar
tionte'r's."
"A goed idea, a good idea, Baiter."
"Do yeti know whar the Ducktown
road crosses. Holly treek at the foot
Old Pine mountain?"
"As well 48 I know where inthoutte
le,"
Pole looked at the sun, shading his
eye tt With his hand.
"Cotild you be thar by 11 o'clock"
• "roligy enouh, Bake" , „ •
A
CEIAPTElt XXII.
13011T Imola that day as Pole
Baker sat 00 a fallen tree
ne-
un-
try, his
inieeastr spot
r
toofa
lone, gra z ngtdusbaidatenriuiniatagtelltidetnieloo,
be
saw Craig coining up the graded in-
cline from the creek. Vole, stood up
and caught the, bridle rein of his horse
and muttered:
"Now, Pole Baker, darn yore hide,
you've got brains—at least time folks
say you have—an' so has he. Ef you
don't .git the best of that scalawag,
yo're done fer. You've put purty big
things throtight Now put this un
through or sbetwup."
"Well, here T�u are," merrily cried
out the ex -banker as•he came up. He
Was smiling expectantly. "Your se-
cret's safe with me, .1 haven't met a
emit that I know since I left town."
"I'm glad you didn't, Mr. Craig,"
road tl2at led gradually up the moun-
tain.
ele:si.aulndp. • w."itadorany't bv,rualtesr „yhoHdye
pointed up the rather steep and rocky
tain. "We've got two or three mile
furder to go. Have you had any din.
Paine in the Beck
ad Headache
Weireisurnotriorvetide adz! ektittlItereatly
Mee J. 1.41tTE11,. 12.3 poPS St., Charlotte.
tcwn, 1'.E.1., and wlime :him:1)mill is a Con-
tractor, sttes:—."I IiU effOred a great deal
with pain, in th1 small f the hack iny (lps*
ity17131hNSVeaseisaodir4ar.Vinig ''1.1'.eaase afrceb(11,1" freqtroubled
uently
entirely earAl of theseby tha distressinlf.symptoma
find IP:aLsetiy()efurliy)Pr.11(iii:ll.neS2
health is ereetly =prey-
ed since I have been
114'11thislvan alse0P3tleasttliQ.
fyn
the merit of Dr, Chase's
Syrup of Linseed and
;Antennae as I was.
eeI • cured of a severe attack
" 1 • of bronchitis by the use
IVirs. Latter of this reraedy."
Pains in the small of the back are an un-
inistlmble symptom of kidney disease, arid
should be sufficient warning of the approach of
ads dreadfully paioful and fatal ailment. There
le no treannent sii prompt to bring relief and
none so lastingly beneficial as Dr, Chase's
Xidney-Liver Pills, one pill a. dose, 2$ cents a
box, at all dealers, or Edmanson, Bates and
Co., Torontn.
"I put .a cold biscuit and a slice of •
ham in my pocket," said Craig, • "It '11
do me till supper." •. . •
Pole mounted and led the way up the
unfrequented road. • . •
• "I may as well tell you, Mr. Craig,
that I used to be a:monshiner in these
mountains, an'
"Lord, I knew that, Baker. Who
doesn't, I'd like to know?" • •
Pole's big booted legs swung back
and forth like pendulums from the
flanks of his horse, • •
'I was agoin' to tell you that I had
a hide out, whar I kept Stuff stored,:
that wasn't knowed by one hide' man." •
you • must •hae • had a slick
place from all I've heard," said Craig,
still in his vast good humor withhim-
self and everybody ele. : •
"The hest nater'. ever built," said
Pole; "an' what'S more, itwas in thar
that I found e geld. I' reckon it
ud "a! been diskivered long ago, ef it
had. 'a' been aboe ground." •
. • ' '
"Then it's in—a sort of cave?" ven- •
tored •Craig. • • .
"That's jest it; but I've got the mouth •
02 it . so 1
up . t feel even a
ilai•
• Half an hour later Poledrew rein. in
a Most isolated. spot, near a great •yawn
ing canyon free which came a roaring
Sound of rushing weter and clashing
winds., The sky overhead Was blue
and cloudless; 'the air at that aftitude'
was crisp •and rarefied,' and held the
odor of spruce Phie.• With a laugh
Pole .dismounted.. "What .ef I was to
;: tell , yeti, Mr. Craig, that yet was in
' ten yard a o' my old den right now?"• '
Craig looked' about in surprise: "Pd.
think you was making fun of me—ten- •
.derfootin', as we Used to say out west."
• "Pm givin' it to you straight," said
Pole, pointing' with his riding switch.
• "Do .you see that pllep' rocks?" ••
Craig nodded. • • .•
tthat henalock, an
' 'e
.. • .
Bight tinder them :two flat ones is
the mouth. o' my den" said Pole
New lets litcla
• I'll show you the. whole thipg."
•When therhadfastenedtheir horses
to swinging limbs in a dense thicket
of .1aurel and rhododendron bushes,
they wept te the Pile of rocks. ••, -
.• toted mighty nigh an of. 'em from
higher. up," Pole explained. "Some
o' the biggest I relied downfrom. thet•
cliff above." • • *•. • ' •
"l • don't See how you are going to.
get into. your hole In the ground" said•.
Craig, with a laugh of pleasant, antici- •
pation. •• •
whatreassuted by Pole's levity, "
in' to the bad plaee, don't it?"
down an' Make a light, I've got some
square,". said Pole, • "Wait till I run
fat pine torches down at the foot o'
. it • ain't more'n forty feet
"1 'lowed this ud nnake yore flesh
crawl," he said, "Looks like the open
"It certeinly does," said Craig, some-.
will let you go
first" 'said Craig, with an uneasy little
laugh. •
Pole went down the ladder, reekles0-
13; thumping: his heels en the rungs.
He was lost to sight froth above, but
In a moment Craig heard Min strike a
match and saw the red, growing tante
cif a sputtering torch. from . which,
twisted a ropeof .smOke. Wizen it was
well ablaze, Pole called un the ladder:
•"Come on now, ate welch ' whirr you
put yore feet: This end o' the ladder la
• Solid as the rcick. o' Gibrafty."'
Tbe square of dayliglit above was
cut oft, end in a moment the ex -banker
stood beside his garde. • • ' •
.'"NeW come- down this way,". said
Pole, and -with the torch held nighhe
led the way Into a part of the chamber
where the reek overhead denied down
lower.. Hee lay some Old, whisky bar-
rels, -two. or three lager beer kegs and •
the iron .hoopsot several' barrels that
had been burned. There were several
doe gallon jugs with coencdb stoppers',
Pole swept his hand over them With a •
lugh. ."If you was drinkin' Man,
could treat yeu-toa .thinibleful•or two ,•
left in them jugs" he said almost apol-
ogetically; • ": . •
"But I don't dmlnk Bakbr" Craig — •
sid. preinonition of danger damned
to have returned to:hlin and te be drtv-
en ldby tho dank wetness of •the cav-
er• n, ;the .evence of past outlawryhith.
Pole heaped lals pleaes of pine against
im roCk, and. added,to. them the chunite
of some barrel etavOs; which set up te
Popp.ingse4d lilt Le (st ny fu$11-
• lade of artily -01:y;
' .• (TO) BE CNTINVE1))
•
•
•
•
.11101111SaanirtimorOntromouratrustivarawis,
• Pole picked a big, smooth stick
of hickery, shaped like a eroWbar, and
thrust the end of it under the largest
rock. "Huh! rn 13hewyu in a jiffy."
It was an enorthous stone weighing,
over three hundred pounds; but with
his strong lever and knotted muscles
the ex-moonshiner managed to slide It,
slowly to the right, disclosing; a black
holo about two feet square in the rag
ged stone. Prom ' this protrudrel int6.
the light the otitis. of a crude Wider
leading down about twenty-five feel
to the bottom Of the cave
"Ugh!" Craig shuddered as he peered
into the dank blackness. "You don't
meatithat we are to KO down tbere?"
It wits a ale's. With his 'big feet
dangling in the hole, Pole threw him-
self back and gave vent to a hearty,
prolonged laugh that went riuging and
echoing ttbout among the cliffs end
chasms. •
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i •
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h
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