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1/2 STORY £\] The Courage of Captain Plum By JAMES OLIVER CURWOOD E-i by Magnus G. I (Copyright 1908 by Bobbs-Merrill Co.) 16 SYNOPSIS. Capt. Nathaniel Plum of the sloop Typhoon, lands secretly on Beaver Island, stronghold of the Mormons. Obadiah Price, Mormon councilor, confronts him, tells him he is expected, and bargains for the ammunition aboard the sloop. He binds Nat by a solemn oath to deliver a package to Franklin Pierce, president of the United States. Near Price’s cabin Nat sees the frightened face of a young woman who disappears in the darkness, leaving an odor of lilacs. It develops that Nat’s visit to the Island Is to demand settlement of the king, Strang, for the looting of his sloop by Mormons. Price shows Nat the king’s palace; and through a window he sees the lady of the lilacs, who Price says Is the king’s seventh wife. Calling at the king's office Nat Is warned by a young woman that his life is In danger. Strang professes Indignation when he hears Nat’s grievance and promises to punish the guilty. Nat rescues Neil, who Is being publicly whipped, and the king orders the sheriff, Arbor Croche, to pursue and kill the two men. Plum learns that Marlon, the girl of the lilacs, is Neil’s sister. The two men plan to escape on Nat’s sloop and take Marlon and Winnsome, daughter of Arbor Croche, and sweetheart of Neil. Nat discovers Jiat the sloop is gone. Marion tells him chat his ship has been seized by the Mormons. She begs him to leave the Island, telling him that nothing can save her from Strang, whom she is doomed to marry. Plum finds Price raving mad. Recovering, he tells Nat that Strang is doomed, that armed men are descending on the island. Nat learns- that Marion has been summoned to the castle by Strang. CHAPTER Vlll.—Continued. “I love Marlon,” she breathed softly. “I would help you—l would help her—if I could.” For a moment her pale beautiful face was filled with a light that might have shone from the face of an angel. “Don’t you understand ?” she continued, scarcely above a whisper. “I have been Strang’s one great love —his life—until Marion came into his heart I have lost —you have lost —but mine is the more bitter because Marion loves you, and Strang—” With a cry Nathaniel sprang to her side. The candle fell from his hand, sputtered on the floor, and left them in darkness. “Marion loves me! You say that Marion loves me?” The woman’s voice came to him in a whisper filled with the sweetness >f sympathy. “She said so tonight—in this room. She told me that she loved you as she never thought that she could love a man in this world. O, my God, is that not a balm for your heart, if it is broken? And Strang—my Strang —has forgotten his love for me!” Nathaniel reached out his arms. They found the woman and for a time he held her hands in his, while a great silence fell upon them. He could hear the sobbing of her breath and as her fingers tightened about his own his heart seemed bursting with its hatred of this man who called himself a prophet of God; a hatred that burned furiously even as his being throbbed with the wild joys of the words he had just heard. “Where is Marion?” he pleaded. “I don’t know,” replied the woman. “They took her away alone. The others have gone to the temple.” “Do you think she is at the temple?” he inquired insistently. “No. One of the others came back a little while ago. She said that Mar rion was not there.” “Where is Strang?” This time he felt the woman tremble. “Strang—” She drew her hands away from him There was a strange quiver in her voice. “Yes—where is Strang?” There came no reply. “Tell me—where is he?" '1 don’t know.” “Is he at the temple?” “I don’t know.” He could hear her stifled breath; he could almost feel her trembling, an arm’s reach out there in the darkness. What a woman was this whose heart the Mormon king had broken for a new love! “Listen,” he said gently. “I am going to find Marion. I am going to take her away. Tomorrow you shall have Strang again—if he is alive!” There was no answer and he moved slowly back to the door. He closed It after him as he entered the hall. Once In the big room he paused for a moment under the hanging lamp to examine his pistol and then went outside. The grove in which the castle stood was absolutely deserted. So far as he could see not even a guard watched over the property of the king. Nathaniel had become too accustomed to the surprises of Beaver Island to wonder at this. He could see by the lights flaring along the harbor that the castle was in an Isolated position and easy of attack. From what Strang’s wife had told him and the evidences of panic in the chambers of

the harem he believed that the Mormon king had abandoned the castle to its fate and that the approaching conflict would center about the temple. . Was Marion at the temple? If so he realized that she was beyond his reach. But the woman had said that she was not there. Where could she have gone? Why had not Strang taken her with his wives? In a flash Nathaniel thought of Arbor Croche and Obadiahs—the two men who always knew what the king was doing. If he could find the sheriff alone — if he could only nurse Obadiah back into sane life again! He thrust his pistol into its holster. There was but i one thing for him to do and that was to return to the old councilor. It would be madness for him to go down to St James. He had lost—Strang had won. But his love for Marion was undying, if he found her Strang’s wife it would make no difference to him. It would all be evened up when he killed the king. For Marion loved him —loved him— He turned his face toward Obadiah’s, his heart singing the glad words which the woman had spoken to him back there tn the sixth chamber. And as he was about to take the first step in that long race back to the mad councilor’s he heard behind him the approach of quick feet He crouched behind a clump of bushes and waited. A shadowy form was hurrying through the grove. It passed close to him, mounted the castle steps and in the doorway turned and looked back for an instant in the direction of St James. Nathaniel’s Ups quivered; the pounding of his heart half choked him; a shriek of mad, terrible joy was ready to leap from his lips. There in the dim glow of the great lamp stood Strang, the Mormon king. CHAPTER IX. The Hand of Fate. Like a panther Nathaniel crouched and watched the man on the steps. His muscles jerked, his bands were clenched; each instant he seemed about to spring. But he held himself back until Strang had passed through the door. Then he slipped along the log wall of the castle, hugging the shadows, fearing that the king might reappear and see him in time to close the door. What an opportunity fate had made for him! His fingers itched to get at Strang’s thick bull-like throat. He felt no fear, no hesitation about the outcome of the struggle His Fingers Twined About the Purplish Throat. with this giant prophet of God. He did not plan to shoot, for a shot would destrttf the secret of Marion’s fate. He would choke the truth from Strang; rob him of life slowly, gasp by gasp, until in the horror of death the king would reveal her hiding place —would tell what he had done with her. Then he would kill him! There was the strength of tempered steel in his arms; his body slender as an athlete’s, quivered t hurl itself into action. Up the step, he crept so cautiously that he made no sound. In the Intensity of his purpose Nathaniel looked only ahead of him —to the door. He did not see that another figure was stealing through the gloom behind him as cautiously, as quietly as himself. He passed through the door and stood erect. Strang had not seen him. He had not heard him. He was standing with his huge back toward him, facing the hall that led to the sixth chamber —and the woman. Nathaniel drew his pistol. He would not shoot, but Strang might be made to tell the truth with death leveling itself at his heart He groped behind him, found the door, and slammed it'shut. There would be do retreat for the king! And the man who turned toward him at the slamming of that door, turned slowly, coolly, and gazed into the black muzzle of his pistol looked, indeed, every inch of him a king. The muscles of his face betrayed no surprise, no fear. His splendid nerve was unshaken, his eyes unfaltering as they rose above the pistol to the face behind It. For fifteen seconds there was a strange terrible silence as the eyes of the two men met. In tha 1 quarter of a minute Nathaniel knew that he had not guessed rightly, Strang was not afraid. He would not tell him where Marion was. The insuperable courage of this man maddened Captain Plum and unconsciously his finger fell upon the trigger of bls pistol. He almost shrieked the words that he meant to speak calmly: “Where ie Marlon?” “She ie safe, Captain Plum. She Is where the friends whe are invading us from the mainland will bare no chance of finding her.**

Strang spoke ae quiwty as though, in his own office .beside *he temple. ’ Suddenly he raise® his voice. “She is safe, Captain Plum—safe!” I His eyes wavered, and traveled be-■ yond. As accurately as a striking ser- ’ pent Nathaniel measured that glance. j It had gone to the door. He heard a i movement, felt a draft of air, and In I an Instant he whirled about with his pistol pointed to the door. In another . instant he had fired and the huge form of Arbor Croche toppled headlong into the room. A roar like that of a beast came from behind him and before he could turn again Strang was upon him. In that moment he felt that all was lost. Under the weight of the Mormon king he was crushed ] to the floor; his pistol slipped from ’ his grasp; two great hands choked i a despairing cry from his throat He • saw the prophet’s face over him, distorted ‘ with passion, his huge neck bulging, his eyes flaming like angry garnets. He struggled to free his pinoned arms, to wrench off the death grip at his throat, but his efforts were like those of a child against a giant In a last terrible attempt he drew up his knees inch by inch under the weight of his enemy; it was his only chance—his only hope. Even as he felt the fingers about his throat sinking like hot iron into his flesh and the breath slipping from his body he remembered this murderous kneepunch of the rough fighters of the inland seas and with all the life that remained in him he sent it crushing into the abdomen of the Mormon king. It was a moment before he knew that it had been successful, before the film cleared from his eyes and he saw Strang groveling at his feet; another moment and he hurled himself on the prophet. His fist shot out like a hammer against Strang’s jaw. Again and again he struck until the great shaggy head fell back limp. Then his fingers twined themselves like the links of a chain about the purplish throat and he choked until Strang's eyes opened wide and lifeless and his convulsions ceased. He would have held on until there was no doubt of the end, had not the king’s wife—the woman whose misery he had shared that night—suddenly flung herself with a piercing cry, between him and the blackened face, clutching at his hands with all her fragile strength. “My God, you are killing him—killing him!” she moaned. Her eyes blazed as she tore at his fingers. “You are killing him—killing him!” she shrieked. “He has not destroyed Marion! You said you would take her and leave him —for me—” She struck her head against his breast, tearing the flesh of his wrists with her nails. Nathaniel loosened his grip and staggered to his feet. “For you!” he panted. “If you had only come—a little sooner—” He stumbled to his pistol and picked it up. *T am afraid he is—dead!” He did not look back. Arbor Croche barred the door. He had not moved since he had fallen. His head was twisted so that his face was turned to the glow of the lamp and Nathaniel shuddered as he saw where his shot had struck. He had apparently died with that last cry on his lips. There was no longer a fear of the Mormons in Nathaniel. He believed the king and Arbor Croche dead, and that in the gloom and excitement of the night he could go among the people of St. James undiscovered. A great load was lifted from his soul, for if he had not been in time to save Marion he had at least delivered her after a short bondage. He had now only to save Marion and she would go with him, for she loved him —and Strang was no more. He hurried through the grove toward the temple. Even before he had come near to it he could see that a great crowd had congregated there. The street which he passed w r as deserted. No lights shone in the houses. Even the dogs were gone. For the first time he understood what it ■ant. The whole town had fled to huge log stronghold for protecBuildings and trees shut out his view seaward but he could see the flare of great fires mounting into the sky and he knew that those who were not at the temple w’ere guarding the shore. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Do Birds Return to Old Nests? Whether birds, especially migratory ones, return to the same nests year after year is a question of much interest to the naturalist. Swallows that summer in England do not winter north of Africa, but an observer at High Halden, Kent, England, has recorded that one returned on April 11 to a nest it occupied last year. It was recognized by a ring that had been placed on its leg. To gain a better knowledge of bird habits, more than 2,000 British binds were last year marked with Inscribed aluminum rings, and twice as many more will be similarly tagged this year. Canada Needs Rat-Traps. According to Consul General Jones at Winnipeg, Canada is in great need of rat traps. Farmers in the grain 't are becoming anxious over the • asion of rodents and are willing atd able to pay a good price for a trap that will combine durability and efficiency. Logical. Green Purchaser (in automobile ware rooms) —My friend sent me here to get a rheumatic tire. Clerk—Rheumatic? You mean pneumatic, don’t you? Green Purchaser—Perhaps it is pneumatic. I thought it was called rheumatic because it’s swelled

DANIELJJOMPKINS Only American Re-elected to the Vice-Presidency. Imbibed Patriotism From His Soldier Father—Was Chosen Governor at 33—Public ingratitude Broke His Heart. Washington.—The only vice-presi-dent of the United States to be reelected was Daniel D. Tompkins. At 30 he was elected to congress; the same year was made a judge of the Supreme court of New York. At 33 he was chosen governor of New York—the youngest man to be honored in this way. At 41 he was elected vicepresident; at 45 this confidence was renewed and almost unanimously. At 51 he passed away, the youngest man who ever filled the vice-presidency to end his career so early. His father was Jonathan G. Tompkins. The boy was a native of Scarsdale, a hamlet near New York, bom the year before the beginning of the revolutionary war. From his father’s knee he imbibed the lessons of patriotism, drank them in from the lips of the farmer-soldier who had served valiantly in the army of Washington in the battles of Long Island, White Plains, Harlem, Trenton, Monmouth and Princeton. This parent was thrifty and resolved to give his son the best there was in “education. Out of the hard-earned dollars wrung from his acres in Westchester county he saved enough to give Daniel a college training at Columbia. Never was seed sown to better advantage. Graduating at 21, he studied law and was admitted to practice in 1797. He won eminence in the profession before he was two years engaged in it. He manifested a strong liking for politics, was elected to the state constitutional convention in 1801 and the same year to the assembly. He at once became a leader in his party—the Republican—and was elected to congress in 1804, resigning, however, before he took his seat to accept a justiceship of the Supreme court of New York. The judiciary he tired of, for it did not give play to his exuberant fancy and his partiality for politics. He resigned to become a candidate for governor with the Democratic faction of his party, to which he had latterly given allegiance, in

Daniel D. Tompkins. opposition to Morgan Lewis. He was triumphant and in the campaign of 1809 and 1811 he had returned to his first love, the Republicans, and by them was continued in power. In 1813 he was re-elected governor and his vigorous policy in the war with England won him great favor. He placed the state militia in the field, strengthened the American armies operating along the Canadian border, placed his fortune at the disposal of the national government, saved West Point from being closed by advancing money; and assumed responsibility for the pay roll at the Springfield (Mass.) armory. In a short time he recruited and mustered in 40,000 militiamen for the defense of New York, Buffalo, Plattsburg and Sackets Harbor. While the struggle was on he declined the post of secretary of state in President Madison’s cabinet on the ground that he could be of more service to his country as governor of New York. For his intense patriotism he was renominated in 1815 and re-elected. The next year he was elected vicepresident of the United States, with James Monroe as president. Upon the conclusion of a second term the vice-president once more sought the governorship of New York. Public esteem, however, had waned in consequence of charges of dishonesty being laid at his door in his disbursements during the war with Great Britain. The warrant for so serious a charge was founded upon confusion in bookkeeping and he was finally exonerated. His proud spirit drooped; under suspicion of embezzlement he could not bear up. Worry finally unbalanced his mind, led to melancholia and then he took to intoxicants to hasten death. The Woolen Industry. Washington. —Wool manufacture in the United States is a great industry. In 1904, according to government statics, it employed a capital of $370,000,000, operating 5,968 cards, 1,549 combs, 77,985 looms, and 4,021,098 spindles The' cost of material used was in round numbers $242,000,000, and the total value of the product was SBBO,000,000. There were 179,000 operatives employed.

NOTHING AT ALL. "71 Brown —What your son doesn’t know about horse racing isn’t worth knowing. Walker —And what he does know about it isn’t worth knowing, either. PAINFUL FINGER NAILS CURED “I have suffered from the same trouble (painful finger nails) at different periods of my life. The first time of its occurrence, perhaps twenty-five years ago, after trying home remedies without getting helped, I asked my doctor to prescribe for me, but it was not for a year or more that my nails and fingers were well. The inflammation and suppuration began at the base of the finger nail. Sometimes it was so painful that I had to use a poultice to induce suppuration. After the pus was discharged the swelling would go down until the next period of inflammation, possibly not more than a week or two afterwards. These frequent inflammations resulted in the loss of the nail. I had sometimes as many as three fingers in this state at one time. “Perhaps ten years later I began again to suffer from the same trouble. Again I tried various remedies, among them a prescription from a doctor of a friend of mine, who had Suffered from a like trouble. This seemed to help somewhat for a time, but it was not a permanent cure; next tried a prescription from my own doctor, but this was so irritating to the sensitive, diseased skin that I could not use it. I began to use Cuticura Soap and Ointment. I had used the Cuticura Ointment previously on my children’s scalps with good effect. I did not use the Soap exclusively, but I rubbed the Cuticura Ointment into the base of the nail every night thoroughly, and as often beside as I could. I had not used it but a few weeks before my nails were better, and in 'a short time they were apparently well, p There was no more suppuration, nor inflammation, the nails grew out clean again. One box of Cuticura Ointment Was all that I used in effecting a cure.” (Signed) Mrs. I. J. Horton, Katonah, N. Y., Apr. 13/1910. On Sept. 21, Mrs. Horton wrote: “I have had no further return of the trouble with my finger nails.” Great Baseball Play. “What was the greatest baseball play you ever saw?” asked a friend of Governor-elect John W. Tener. “The greatest play I ever saw,” said he, “took place in an amateur game on a town lot at Charleroi. The teams were playing on a wet field and an outfielder who wore a derby hat went after a high fly. He came to a little pond and taking his eye off the ball made a jump to cross it. As he was leaping the ball struck him on the head, went through the crown of his hat and lodged there. The base runner was out and the fielder had not touched the ball with his hands. Can you beat it?” —Washington Correspondence Pittsburg Dispatch. The Lord’s Advertisement. WDlie had been to see his old nurse, and she had shown him her nurse, and she had shown him her treasures, including some very strikingly colored scripture texts which graced her walls. A few days afterward his aunt gave him a dime to spend at a bazaar. Seeing that he seemed unable to find what he wanted, she asked him what he was looking for. ‘T am looking for one of the Lord’s advertisements, like Mary has in her room,” said Willie. Mrs. Winslow’s Soothing Syrup for Children teething, softens the gums, reduces inflammation, allays pain, cures wind colic, 25c a bottle. Love making is one kind of cold weather picnic. TO CUBE A COLD IN ONE DAT Txko LAXATIVE BROMO Quinine Ihhlets. Druggists refund money if it fails to cure. B. W. •BOVB’S signature Is on each box. 25c. There Is a lot of difference between jnaking good and making others good.

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