The Syracuse and Lake Wawasee Journal, Volume 13, Number 44, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 3 March 1921 — Page 3

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Just as the first bars of gray fn the; eastern sky proclaimed approaching dawn, the sound of horse’s hoofs came distinctly up the valley. Barris drew blmself into a sitting posture, and U» 3 * - ' ' • KT j g*/ i L i Kgw Without an Instant's Warning, Harris Threw the Bag About His Head. itened. Allan was still breathing, and ’apparently with less effort than earlier jin the night. The sound of the horse icame nearer and nearer. At last it [was in the road Just below, and a mointent later would have passed by hud [not Harris called out. | Sergeant Gray Instantly swung his [horse from the road and, dismounting. ■ iproceeded in the direction of the ’ voices. Harris told his story with such coherence as be could. He and his son had come up into the hills to arrange ■ [for the purchase of a properry which they had become interested in titrough a third party, Gardiner. They carried with them a large sum of money as proof of the sincerity of their intentions. At tills little cabin they were to be Joined by Gardiner and by another, nu-iued,.Riles, who also was taking an interest in the property. As they waited in the cabin, -find as he, Harris, slept after his long drive, they were suddenly set upon by outlaws. Allan shot one down—the body still lay In the doorway—but was himself [badly wounded, and had not spoken since. Harris had encountered another. but after a severe tight the robber [had escaped. The little black bag in [which the money was carried was gone .with all its contents. Although he had [waited all night in great anxiety. Gartdirier and Riles had failed to appear, [and it could only be supposed that ithey too had met with foul play. But ■some hours after the assault one of the [party had returned, dismounted from ’ .his horse at some distance, and stolen isoftly up to the shanty. Harris had [followed him. and. taking him by suriprise, had been abl/ to make film pris'oner. ./ | Sergeant Grey looked from Harris 'to Allan, and then to the prisoner, who / 'seemed to lie in a semi-conscious cou- ' [dition amid his bonds »sid gags. ! “You were foolish to come into the hills with so much money alone,” he [said. “I would have been at your service for the asking, and this would 'not have happened. But now that it has happened, the first thing is to provide fdr the wounded man, and the next is to place this suspect in custody. I know a rancher’s house a few miles down the valley where you and [your son will have the best attention.” . The mounted policeman made a brief 'examination of Allan, as best he could [in the gray dawp, for the lantern now had no oil. “He has* not bled very [much.” he said. “He has a strong [frame and ought to have a fighting chance. I will Just have a look at the [scene of the crime, and then we will move him.” [ He made a hurried survey of- the cabin, merely satisfying himself that the man in the doorway was quite dead, and then, with Harris’ assistance. quickls found the horses and harnessed them to the buggy. He also found another horse near the roadway, saddled and bridled. “We will make the prisoner ride his own horse,” he said, “while you take your son in the buggy.” They placed, the wounded and still unconscious AWn in the buggy as gently as they jcould, and then Grey gave his attention to the prisoner. Having searched his clothing for weapons, he unt away the bonds that securely held his arms and feet, and released the sack from his half-choked throat* The man writhed and gasped for fresh air, and the policeman drew the sack away and revealed the face of Jim Travers. I CHAPTER XII. Converging Trails. ’ Beulah Harris raised her arms above her head and drank in the fresh mountain air that flooded through the open Window. ■ , [ . They had been great times—wonderful times—these weeks spent in the freedom and harmony of the Arthurs' household. Mr. and Mrs. Arthurs—i Uncle Fred and Aunt Lilian, as sh« ww ealiM) theiti—hse

| hearts and their home to Beulah from ' the first. Indeed, the girl was often conscious of their gaze upon her. am) at times she would Jook up quickly and surprise a strange, wistful look of yearning In their eyes—a look that they tried very hard to hide from her, They wanted to leave her free to live her own life —to shape her career, for time nr least, wholly in accordance with her impulses. The arrival of her mother rtt the Arthurs’ ranch had brought fresh joy to Beulah's life. She saw the color coming back to the old face, rhe taine straightening up » little, the re- [ kindling in the eye. the spring returni Ing to the step. She had not thought • that her mother, after 2’> years of un-. I*protesting submission, had still the I [ nerve to place a limit ori that suhmis-| i sion, and the discovery had surprised l and delighted iter. Trite, Mary Harris' let It be known that she was only on a [ visit, and in 'hie course would return ! to her home; but Beulah knew the die had been cast, und tilings could never again tie quite as they were. And then a sound caught her ear. and up tiie trail she saw two men on horseback, a mounted policeman and another, and behind them other men driving In n buggy. By intuition Beulah knew that a mishap had occurred. Quickly she drew on her simple clothing and hurried downstairs, but Arthurs was already at the door. The little party came Into rhe yard, and the policeman rode up to the door. The other horseman sat with his back io tin* house; his hands were chained together in front of him. “Good morning, Sergeant Grey," tald Arthurs. “You're early out." The sergeant saluted. The saluta tion was intended for Arthurs, but nt the moment the policeman’s eye fe’t on Beulah, and even the discipline of the force coulu not prevent a momentary turning of the head. “I’ve a badly hurt man here,” he said, “a man who will need your hospitality and care for some days. There was a shooting up the valley last night. ' His father is here, too, unhurt physi--1 cally, but on the verge of collapse, if I am not mistaken.” “We will bring both of them In at once,” said Arthurs. “Benlah, will you call Lilian, and your mother, too? They may be needed. But who is the third?” he continued, turning to Grey. “A prisoner. It seems the older man overpowered him. Not let us get this poor fellow In.” The policeman beckoned and Harris drove the buggy up to the door. Arthurs glanced at him with a casual “Good morning," but the next, instant his eyes were riveted on the visitor. “John Harris!” he exclaimed, taking a great stride forward and extending his long arm. “Man, John. I’m glad to see you, but not in these Harris took his hand in a silent clasp, and there was a warmth in it that set his heart beating as it had not for years. “It’s hard, Fred," he managed to say in a dry voice, “but it’s good to have you by.” ’ Arthurs bent over Allan, who was half sitting, lialf lying, in the buggy. His face was sapped and gray in the growing light. Tendef-ly the three men lifted him out. “Take him Straight upstairs." said Arthurs. "It will save moving him again.” Both spare rooms in the house were occupied, but Arthurs led the way into Beulah’s, and they laid the wounded boy on the white bed. Arthurs heard Beulah in the hall. “Take off his clothes. Grey," he said, and turned to the doorway. “Where's ‘ your mother, Beulah?” he asked in a low voice, closing the bed room door behind him. “Dressing.” The girl looked in his face, and drew back with a little cry. "What’s the matter, Uncle Fred? What’s wrong?” / “A friend of mine has been hurt, and an old friend of your mother’s. She must not see him just now. You [Will arrange that?” “Yes. But I must see him—l must kelp." \ Beulah hurried to ,the room where tier mother was rapidly dressing. “A iqun has been hurt, mother." she said, with suppressed excitement. “We need hpt water. Will you start a fire in the ripge?” Alary Harris mistook Beulah’s emotion for natural sympathy over a suffenng creature, and hurried to the kituien. Mrs. Arthurs was whispering wit! her husband in the hall, but a inoi ent later joined Mary at the range. Tien Beulah entered the room. The poiveman was speaking to Arthurs. “1 must go into town now witli my pritner,” he was saying. “1 will send . out\ doctor at once, and In the meantime I know you will do everything poswrie.” Baflah turned her eyes to the bed. A rain was lying there, and an old man yas sitting beside it. At the secI ond Hance she recognized him, but in I an intant she had herself under conr trol. She walked with a steady step I to th4bed and looked for a full minute in per brother’s face. Then she looked U her father. i “Whi have you done to him?” she said. \ s He thkw 6ut his hand feebly. "You } do well > ask me that,” he said. “I . take all [he blame." He raised his ) face slo |y until his eyes met hers. They wei t not the eyes she had known. ~ They web the eyes of a man who had B been erased, who had been powdered ( > between Le wheels of fate. The old _ masterfutuality. the old Indomitable # Will that Mrred her anger and adrairaII JW

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■:«ils of sorrow and ashes of defeat. For a moment she held back; then, with amis outstretched, she fell upon her father’s breast. And then he felt his strength return. He drew her to him as aW that reW ■ He Had Found Hia Fingers Threading Her Fine Hair, as They Loved to Do j. When She Was a Little Child. mnined in /he world; crushed her to ' him; then/very gently, released her a [ little, y •• • He found his fingers threading her fine hair, as they had ' loved ''to do when she was a little i child. She sank to her knees beside him, and at last she looked up In his face. “Forgive me, my father,” she whi& pered.. o $ , He klsseif her forehead and struggled with his voice. “We all make mistakes, Beulah,” he said. “1 hav® made mine this 25 and there— l . there is the price I” His words turned Beulah’s thought . to Allan, and the necessity for action , brought her to her feet. "We roust I save him.” she cried. “We must, and j we will! Is the policeman gone? We must have the best doctors from Calgary.” Looking about she found that ' Grey and Arthurs had left the room. They had slipped out to leave father and child alone with their emotion, but she found them at the front of the iiouse. She seized the policeman by the arm. "You must get us a doctor —the best doctor in the country," she pleaded. "We will spare nothing ” “My guest, Miss Harris, Sergeant Grey," said Arthurs, and the policeman deftly converted her grasp into a band shake. “Mr. has told me the Injured man is your brotligr. He shall want for nothing. And the sooner I go the sooner you will have help.” So saying he rode down to the gate, thanked the cowboy who had been keeping an eye on the prisoner, and the two started off at a smart trot down the trail. t Beulah returned to the house to minister to her brother, but Mrs. Arthurs stopped her on the stairs. “Your mother knows.” she said. “They are both in the room with Allan." Her first Impulse was to rush in and complete the family circle, but some fine sense restrained her. For distraction she plunged into the task of preparing breakfast. At length they came down. Beulah saw them on the stairs, and knew that the gulf was bridged. "Allan is better," her mother said, when she saw the girl. “Be has asked for you.” And the next minute Beulah was ou her knees by the white bed, caressing tire locks that would fall Over the pale forehead. “How did 1 get here, Beulah?" he whispered. “How did we all get here? What lias happened?” “You have been hurt, Allan,” she said. “You have been badly hurt, but you are going to get well again. When you are stronger we will yilk about it, but at present you must lie still and. rest.” “Lie still and rest,” he repeated. “How good it is to He still and rest!” Later in the day the v pain in his wound began to give much discomfort, but he was able to swallow,some porridge with pure cream, and his breath came easily. His father stayed about the iiouse, coming every little while to look in upon son and daughter, and as Allan’s great constitution gave evidence of winning the fight a deep happiness came upon John Harris. He was able to sleep for a short time, and in the afternoon suggested a walk with his wife. Beulah saw that they were arm in. arm as they disappeared in the trees by the river. “I haven’t told you all yet," Harris said to her. “I liave done even worse than you suppose, but in some way it doesn’t seem so bad today. Last night I was in Gethsemane." It was strange to hear a word suggestive of religion from his lips. Harris had not renounced religion ; he had merely been too busy for it. But this word showed that his mind had been traveling back over old tracks. “And today we are in Olivet," she answered, tenderly. “What matters if —if everything’s all right?” “If only Allan ,” be faltered. “Allan will get well,” she said. “When he could withstand the first shock be will get welL Os course, he must have attention, but he is in the right place for that.” “The Arthurs are wonderful people/* he ventured, after a jause. “Mary, they have found some:hing that we missed.” “But we have found It now. John. We are going to take time to live. That is where we made our mlstnjae.” There was another pause, broken only by the rustle of leave*’ and the rushing of the riveft. “Beulah was right/’ he snkU at last, it •- fl/t *

Ljp - beautiful." ’• “She will not be wanting to go back home with us,” said the mother. “So much the better. Mary, Mary, we have no home to-go back to!" She looked at him a sudden puzzled, half-frighiened expression. "No home. John? No home? YoO don’t mean that?" He nodded and turned his fnce away. "1 said 1 hadn’t told you all." he managed at length. » • • “j sold the farm." She was sitting on a fallen log. very trim, aixl gray, and small. Inn she seemed suddenly to become smaller and grayer still. "Sold the old farm." she repeated, mechanically. "Yes. I sold the old farm." he said again, as If finding spme delight In goading himself with the repetition. “I thought I saw a <-han< e to make n lot of money if only I had some ready cash to turn in my hand, and I sold It. I thought 1 would he rich and then I would be happy. But they took the money last night. They found out about it some way. and took it. and nearly killed our boy. Mary, you worked han) all your life, and today i you have nothing. • I brought you to this." She saw It nil. nnd for the moment het heart shrank wlihiri tier. But she saw. too, the futility of. it all. She might have upbraided him; she tnight ; have returned in part the sorrows he i had forced upon her, for he was i wounded now and could not strike ' back. But she rose and stretched her arms toward hitu. , (TO BE CONTINUED) o I Letter from l. a. neff i . -j Clearwater, Fla. Friend We expect to leave here in a few days for the Atlantic coast. i We will stop at Tampa, Lakeland, St. Augustnie (where Columbus landed when he discovered North j America), Jacksonville. Expect to be home about the 10th of I April. Please do riot send my ' paper to Florida, but hold them until we return. , Pinellis county, Fla., makes an interesting excursion. Tarpon Springs is the gateway to Pinellis county. It is wonderful city of groves, river and bayous. The name of the town comes from the tarpon, or silverking, the big fish that inhabit these waters. There are many attractive water fronts of bayous and streams. Four miles from towij rolls the Gulf of Mexico and connected by the rgmantic. river. Tarpon Springs is a modem city of good homes, paved streets, and schools and churches. Its sponge industry, worth a trip to Florida, is a million dollars a year business. It is a picturesque site at the mouth of the AncloteT river where the spongers moor their boats, like a bit of the Aegean sea transplanted to-the western hemisphere. At one side of the city is the Greek colony of sponge divers, with a population of about 1000 people. To the visitor their houses and churches, the Greek coffee houses the sponge market and the sponging fleet are most curious and entertaining.

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I DR. JOHN RICHARDS TELLS INTERESTING STORY OF DISCOVERY MADE YEARS AGO Dr. Richards, the oldest practicing physician in Whitley county, Indiana, writes the following letter to the public: I am over 80 years of age and have been practicing medicine for over 56 years. I graduated from the best medicine college in the country at that time, and have studied all branches of medicine that have sprung up since then. lam now the oldest practicing physician in the county and one of the oldest in the state. When I first came to this state my cnly neighbors were . Indians, wplves and bears. While helping clear up my father’s farm I strained the muscles of my stomach and for nine years was unable to be out of the [ house. I waounder the care of the most successful physicians in ’ the country, but received very [ little help. Finally, I compounded a remedy of the best known - drugs for stomach trouble and : started using that, and in a short i time I began to see some change s for the better and in-one month was able to be out of bed, and J in anuthw mohth Lww abW tc

We next came to the town of Southern. Here is located the seat of the Southern college, owned and controlled by the Methcdist Episcopal South. This is the most southern college in the United States and thfe largest educational school in the county and the southern section of Florida. The buildings are situated on a gentle rolling campus of about twenty acres, which overlooks the water [ and is beautified by palms, pines and other tropical plants. The buildings are: the handsome ; brick administration building,; the four-story boys’ dormitory, the girls’ dormitory and the gymnasium. (These buildings have burned down since my visit there.) Dundein, the city of oak, has a beautiful shore line on the Clearwater bay. It has many shaded drives, making this town of Scotch name attractive to the visitors from the north. Here is located the Skinner *Mfg. Cd., inventors of the Skinner overhead irrigation and makers of packing house machinery. Next we came to Clearwater, the county seat, and Belleair, known everywhere for.the beautiful and large Belleview hotel. ; Next is Largo, one of the most important fruit shipping points in the state. There are 3,500 acres of orange and grapefruit trees in the Largo section. The annual output of fruit is 200,000 boxes. The fruit is of choicest quality and the modern packing houses Are worth seeing, Some of the most fertile land in Florida is around Largo. Two of the most valuable institutions are the county agricultural school farm, and the county fair grounds and buildings. To the westward is one of the most tropical jungles that can be imagined. Safety Harbor, another coast town, stands out upon a high bluff, giving a fine view of old Tampa bay. Good auto roads connect it with Tampa, with Clearwater and with other points in the gulf. Safety Harbor, with its good location and nice scenery wquld seem, to have .a, fair share of natural advantages, but it has one great feature overshadowing these in value and interest, that is, its health giving springs. Holy Springs, sb named by DeSoto in his advent upon the shores, has properties that need only development to make it one of the leading mineral bath resorts of the country. The springs are five in number, within an area of one-fourth of an acre. Further south along the shore are little settlements of Seven Oaks, Bay View and DeSoto. Olds Mar is called the wonder town; less than two years old. It was established by R, E. Olds, the well known automobile manufacturer. Here has been taken

— L begin work, much to the surprise g of every one, and the amazement of the doctors. These same com- g pounds, with little change (and p that for the better) have been g used in my private practice with £ great success, for nearly half a g century; and the same medicine Q is now manufactured by The g Richards Medical Co., under the g name of Dr. Richards Stomach, Q Liver, Kidney and Blood Remedy, g Not only this remedy but all the £ other preparations that are now g on the market under my name Q are my prescriptions and I have £ used them in my practice with § great-success. I was urged, time £ and time again, by my patients | to place some of my best reme- £ dies on the market and at last f I consented and now these reme- [2 dies with which I have had such | wonderful success are manufac- Q tured by the Dr. Richards Medi- | cal Co, and I assure you that it [ is a safe and .valuable remedy, a | doctor’s prescription. E Dr. Richards’ Remedies have i been giving wonderful results in [ many cases of long standing. I • Every remedy is backed up by E an iron-clad guarantee. You are I invited to inspect these remedies L which are now being displayed I , by Ralph Thornburg. Don’t fail L ■ to get some of these wonderful i . remedies today. You will thank L I; us f6r telllmr ybu. (443) I I • • ■

from the wilderness a modern little town, with hotel, stores, garage, paved streets, water works, lumber mill, ice plant; tractor and truck factory, churches and schools. We also have the towns of Wall Springs, Crystal Beach, Passageville, Gulfport and St. I'e-

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tersburg, Seminole, Indian Rocks , and Ozona. —(L. A. Neff. , [ A Rat That Didn’t Smell After Being Dead for Throe Month* !‘I swear it was dead three month*." writa Mr. T. I Sykes (N. J.). “Isaw this rat every day: put sumo , I Rat-Snap behind a barrel. Months afterward,, my wife looked behind the barrel. There it waa—dead." I Rat-Snap sells in three sizes for 35c. 65c. *1.25. Sold and cuaraateed by .; Thornburg’s, and Variety Store.