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Your flrugglst sells a tiny bottle of “Freezone” for a few cents, sufficient to remove every bara corn, soft corn, or corn between the toes, and the calluses, without soreness or irritation. Leap Y ear Proposal*. The hostess was the only married girl in the crowd, and all the others were giving their reauirements, etc., for husbands. “I don’t care who he Is if he’ll never make me raise a gar den or chickens,” said one. “Mother’s peeping little ones now drive me al- peeping little ones now drive me al most crazy. I’ll just ask him if he ever will keep chickens and- The hostess broke in: \That’s just what I did,” she laughed. “I asked Henry^ if he- intended to keep ar.y oMckens, and when he said he did I just sa*d: ‘That’s me/ and I got him.” THAT'S DOBSON. Synopsis. — Dr. John Michelson, ust beginning bin career, becomes esident physician and companion of Homer Sidney at Hartley house. Mr. Sidney is an American, S, semi invalid, old and rich and nd very c Sidneyidney is sirous to live. Mrs. S Spanish woman, dignified and reti cent. Jed, the hutier, acts like a privileged member of the family, hartley house is a fine old isolated country place, with a murder story, ;Ch- a.nd ati atm osphere o f m ys- The “haunted pool” Is where a “haunted pool,” and many wat< dogs, a n d alx at m osphe re tery. The “haunted pool” is wh Richard Dobson, son of a fori owner o f H a r tley house, had killed his brother, Arthur Dobson. Jed begins operations by locking the doctor in his room the very first night. Doctor John fixes his dloor so he can’t be locked in. He meets Isobel, daughter of the house and falls in love at first sight. In the night he finds the butler drunk and holding Mrs. Sidney by the wrist. He -Interferes. Mrs. Sidney makes light of it, John buys a revolver. Johp overhears Jed telling Mrs. Sidney he will have his way. In reply she says she will not hesitate to kill him. Mrs. Sidney asks John to consent to the announcement of his engagement to Isobel. The people consent to the make- ,eve engagement. Later they find it is to head ofC Jed, who would marry Isobel. Jed tries to kill John, but the matter Is smoothed over. John, though \en gaged” to Isobel, conceals hlrlove. young believt CHAPTER IV—Continued. —5— Our charming old gentleman' could not go through the entire institution, and the warden led him to the most accessible parts of the interesting place. We saw the rattan-chair works and the honor men in the gardens. We also took one glance at a tier of cell- houses and peeped into the dininig-hall and Into the chapel. The warden would have had us stay to dinner. I had to forbid this. It would have been too much of a physical strain upon Mr. Sidney. I knew that the lit tle diversion was interesting him, and I w'as glad to have him interested, but I did not want to tax his strength. ‘Tm the doctor’s servant,” he said. “I’ll look into the library if you don’t mind, w’arden, and then we’ll obey the physician.” Warden Williams led us to the li brary, which contained a large col lection Jot hooks. An elderly convict was engaged in cataloguing some new volunres which had just _been taken out of boxes. He was interested and paid no attention to us. Mr. Sidney looked at him for a few minutes, “What did you say was his crime?” he asked of the warden. “That’s Dobson,-” said Mr. Williams. “You must know his story. He Js the man who killed his brother. You are living in the Dobson house.” I looked at the frail, white-haired man with a sudden shock of interest. This was the man who had created the ghost story at Hartley house. He was fumbling registry cards and writing oh them. He was frail and insignificant. He had been once, by legend, a sturdy, muscular, cruel brute. He was now feeble and interested in cataloguing. Mr. Sidney looked about the room. “This does not seem to be soi well protected as the other parts of the prison,” he said. \It is not-thought necessary,”' said the warden.,'“Escape from here might not be impossi.ble for an agile man. It “He Is the Man Who Brother.” Killed His is not impossible from any part of the prison. It can only be made improb able. It would be easier from here, but stin difficult. But this old man would be in a harder prison of depri vation and friendlessness outside than tie is inside.” \Do you mean that he is the man who made the ghost story I bought vlth my house?” Mr. Sidney asked. \That’s all there is human of your ghost story,” said the warden. “It is more than most ghost stories have,\ said Mr. Sidney. CHAPTER V. I could not believe the slightest par ticle in the ghost story. I am ration alistic. .But as the legend of the pond took shape, my imagination began to give substance to its shadows. ^ Yet the place was genial and cordial. Mr. Sidney’s joviality was the dom inant note in the housei An aging sicK man might naturally have been testy. He might have been impatient, have had whims and crochets. H e m ight have been irascible in h is dem a n d s upon and acceptance of service. But Mr. Sidney was always cordial and considerate. A great deal of the time he spent in bed. When he was not in bed, he sat in a great chair, and very often a yellow Persian cat rested on his knees. It was a difficult if not dangerous matter for any one else than Mr. Sidney to touch the cat, named Algol. \The Winking Demon,” said Mr. Sidney, fingering the cat’s ruff as it lay on his lap, and purred. I knew just enough of the star Algol and its vari ability to understand the whimsicality of an old man’s .naming a cat for the winking sun. Algol in Mr. Sidney’s lap blinked at me, and the old man’s genius for understanding and classi fication seemed uncanny. Mr. Sidney’s room was of great size. It had two fireplaces and a large cove of windows bulging toward the west. At the smaller of the two. fireplaces he had his breakfast. Either at the large fireplace or in the outward bulge of windows, he had his dinner. In spite of the Persian cat, Mr. Sid ney had three canaries in the room. Algol respected them after a fashion that I thought uncertain. I have seen a canary sitting on the cat’s head, but I thought it was a decided case of mis placed confidence. Algol wanted that canary and would continue to want it. He was deterred from natural^ action in the matter by his affection for'the strange but kindly master who want ed cats and canaries to live together in amity, I know I never fully grasped Mr. Sidney’s scheme of life, but I thought that he found existence ironic. His graciousness and h is cheerfulness, I thought, represented the garlands of his conquest of m orbidity. His per sonal charm was extraordinary. Every one in the house felt it. But an aston ishing thing about Mr. Sidney was an occasional emotion which, as it mani fested itself in hjs expressions—and that was the only fashion I saw it for a long time—^was one of savage hate. It was only by coming on him when he was not expecting me that I saw this. I remember that the first time I saw the expression on his face I was dumfounded. That I was not expected in his room was entirely without inten tion on ray part. People who were ac customed to being with him walked into the room without ceremony. His bedroom and bath were to one side. His living-room he insisted should be open without formality. On the occasion I speak of I had come In quietly, but it was without intention to surprise my patient. He was sifting in his large chair with Algol on his knees. His eyes were closed, and on. his face was an expression of malevol ence that was almost demonfm:. It was so startling that the sight of if stopped me in my step and made me feel more than uneasy, almost afraid. Mr. Sidney was quiet, except that with one_hand he stroked Algol about the head and ears. The caress was al most imperceptible in motion, but Al gol was purring so loudly that the sound filled fhe otherwise quiet room. The malevolence—the malignancy, hatred, concentrated essence of feroc ity—in Mr, Sidney’s face would have stopped anyone. To one who had a.f- fection for him as I had, it was ab horrent to see him so. If was a con fession of sometlfing I di<j not want fo know. 1 was in fear that he might hear me and, opening his eyes, find that I had discovered him. I was embarrassed and uncertain what to do. It was a silly predicament, as I saw Hfteru’ard. My part was quite simple. I should have paid no attention to any such phenomenon as the expression on a man’s face and have acted perfectly naturally. The common-sense thing—and I con sider myself fairly sensible—^was ai>- parent afterward.\ It indicates the as-, tonishing shock of the thing'that I was unable to act sensibly. What was the expression in an amiable, charming man’s face, to knock a sensible person out of all his senses? Here was a dozing man- merely toying with a cat’s ears, and the very sight of whaf was expressed in his face, made me numb. I cannot understand it now, the ter rifying sensation being one which dis appeared as the rtcollection of the emotions faded. What I did was to back toward the door, open it as quiet ly as I could, back out, and then xe- enter the room noisily. Mr. Sidney was looking at me smil ingly. His chani of manner never seemed more positive and active. - “Hello, doctor!” he said. “I n'eeded company and just your company, If you would only drink wine!” A broken pipe in the laundry made It necessary to call a plumber from Hartley, and to gef quick service, it was agreed that we should send a car for the man and his helper. The day was pleasant, and for the sake of the- drive 'I went with the driver. The plumber was a fat man of the comic type. I thought he must be the embodiment of all the plumbers’ jokes. They seemed to have created him; he was the product of the comics. I even asked him if he were sure he had all his tools.. I thought he would be sure to send us back for a wrench. He was amiable, laughed af anything or nothing and was saved from, being a nuisance., only by an abounding ani mal optimism which wus infectious. Driving through the Hartley house grounds, we came to the pool, and the plumber—named Harkins—chuckled. Thus far, w h e n e v e r -he or som e thing else am u sed him, he had laughed. Now he chuckled as if in recollection of an experience richer or deeper than any he had been talking of. “That place is going fo be remem bered by me/’ he said. “I have been out here only once since the night I made a bet I was not afraid to sit on the bank here for an hour. T h ey’ve got a good m any stories of th is place in town. I had been drinking a little. I don’t do it steady, but once in a while I get out. You’ve got to do it to keep the house going happy. Give the wife something to talk about. My wife would rather scold me than eat, and she loves her food. “We were at the White Pigeon, hav ing a good time but thinking of going home, when some one started on .this Hartley house story. Everybody had ^something to say, and I said that there was no ghost that could scare me, at least no ghost that ever was within a hundred miles of Hartley. That’s where I made a fool of myself. I’ve got to admit that’s where I made a fool of myself. “I bet five dollars I would sit an hour on the bank at this place. I for got all about the dogs, or I’d not have made the bet. Anyway, they didn’t bother me. We got an-aufomobile and drove out here. The fellows left me at the pool and went a mile back. They w e r e going to take my Word for It. I was to stay an hour and then Start walking, back. At the end of an hour they would start toward me and pick me up. They had beer and sand wiches. I had a couple of bottles and some cheese and crackers. “I wasn’t afraid of that place. I’m not afraid of any place unless I gef to thinking about this one. It was along In October. A hoot-owl was somewhere back of me, and there was a whippoorwill up toward the house. \I’m used to hoot-owls and whip poorwills, but I hadn’t drunk more than half a bottle' of beer before even these things began to sound different. \The current of the river kept knock ing at the big rock at the up end of the pool, and you began to think thaf things were reaching for you out of the dark. I’d have given ten dollars to quit, but I got so that I didn’t want to move. I felt safer sitting still. \Then I began to hear things that I don’t suppose were making a noifee at all. It may be it was rabbits in the bush. I nearly died when I heard a cry about fifty feet back of me. I did hear that. I guess a ferret had got a rabbit. You know how a rabbit cries —like a baby. “I was sitting in the open, and I thought I’d feel better if I got my back up against something. So I crawled over to some bushes and satf down be hind them. \Maybe I had been there a half an hour, feeling scary and uncomfortable, when I heard a regular yell. There wasn’t any fooling about that. It sounded like some one being Iiurt but yelling not so much because of the' hurt as because he was mad. \You’ve heard fellows talking about their~15air standing on end. I never knew what it really meant before, but my hair just stood right up. I felt like some one was trying to scalp me, and I was gooseflesh all over. “it had .been dark on account of clouds, but just then the moon came put and lighted up the place. There was a man standing on the edge of the pool, just about where I had been sit ting. He was leaning with both hands on a cane and standing perfectly\ still. He didn’t seem like a man. He looked like one, but you had a feeling that he wasn’t one. ^ “I don’t want ever to be so scared again. I didn’t know who had yelled, but I . thought this man had, and I didn’t think he was a man, I thought he was a ghost. I’m' not saying what I think now, but if I had to, Fd say that I saw the ghost of this place— and anybody that want^ to laugh can laugh. He can come down here at night and get cured of laughing, “I couldn’t m o v e for a w h ile. The_ man stood still, leaning on his cane. I watched him until I began to feel that T could use my legs again. I don’t know why I was so scared, but I was. I crawled away through fhe brush for a hundred feet or so.. Then I got up and ran. “I heard that yell behind me again, ril bet nobody around here ever ran a mile as fast .aa I did. I scared the fellows who were waiting for me. They didn’t poke any fun at. me. They looked at me and got that automobile started. I paid the bet, but they didn’t have any laugh pn me. There isn’t one of them would come down here at night now.” “m e n was this?” I asked. “Four or five years ago,” said the plumber. “Some time In October/’ We came to the house, and he went Into the laundry to f i x the pipes. * . \It doesn’t loose n«.#iat<Ki ui-oust* here,” 'h e said as he perceived th* tangible joviality of th* place, “bm you’ve got to get me out before dark.’ That was virtually the complete sub stance of the Hartley house ghost— the pirturv*, of a man leaning on a can« by the edge of the river. Romance had to be content with It. **♦*.♦♦• One evening in late October, whI<Sh had turned chill and brought up a high wind, Mr. Sidney produced a new phenomenon. He liad a strange flash of strength. When I went €o his room after dinner I found him walking about Without help. Ordinarily, if he walked at all, Jed was his strength. “Occasionally I can do it, doctor,” he said, “The strength comes. I usual ly pay for it next day, however.” “I’d be very careful, then,” I sug gested.- “Yes, but yon -do not- know how grateful it is to feel vigor once in a while,” he said, continuing to walk forth and back in the room.- I sat down and watched him without remonstrating. It was astonishing to see him so agile and strong but I had learned that timid prudence was ver/ ineffective. I had confessed my-inabil- ity to understand him. He did not seem to want to continue life for the purpose of preserving iti sensations but for the purpose of some accomplishment. His conditions were so pleasant that it might be reasonable to desire a prolonging of them. Evi- -V WOMEN OF MIDDLE AGE May Pass the Critical Period Safeljr and Comfortably by Taldng LydiaEftPinkham’s Vegetable Compound. Summit, N. J,-*^^have taken Lydia ' E . P inkham 's V e g e tab le Compound d '^- .. ........ ........... . i-nrr Chortfro nf Tiifft ing Change of Lifa and I think it is a good remedy in such a condition. I could not d i g e s t , my fo<^ and had mudb pain and Burning “in my stomach a f t e r m e a ls . J could not sleep, had backache, and worst o f a l l weretiie hot flashes. I saw in the papers ^ K n n t Vegetable Compound so' I tried it. Now ! reel all right and can work better. You have my permission to publish this letter. —V ictoria K o p p l , 21 Oak Ridge Ave., Summit, N. J. If you have warning symptoms such as a sense of suffocation, hot flashes, headaches, backache, dread of im pending - evil, timidity, sounds in th® ears, palpitation of the heart, sparks before the eyes, irregularities, con stipation, variable appetite, weakness, inquietude, and dizziness, get a bottle Comfort Your Sjein W ith CuticuraSoap and Fragrant Talcum Soap 25c, Ointment 25 anJ 50c, Taicnm 25c. ' ^ J “What Are We Drinking Tonight, Jedt\ dently he was not set upon that. He wajs not trying to accomplish anything. HU did nothing. He had no unfinished work. And yet his will to live, I knew, was a will to see the fruit of thing. He seemed to have a sp^MH^ incentive; something that had oth»r than a physical impulse controlled him and gave him resolution.* I was marveling at his strange ac tivity when Isobel and Mrs. Sidney came in. Mr. Sidney proposed whist, and we began a game. The wind in creased in violence, and the log fire grew in comfort. We bad a pleasant game, disturbed for me only by specu* lations as to fhe cause of Mr. Sidney’iL strange animation and strength. Shortly after ten o’clock the ladies said good night, and Jed came in with a fresh log for the fire. The wind had been increasing in volume, sound and pow'er. I was thinking of bed. \Sit a while longer, doctor,” Mr. Sid ney urged. “Jed and I shall be the 'better for some other company. This is the sort of night we like to sit up to enjoy. Esthetically one ought to make the most of such a night.” Jed went out and presently came io again with two bottles of wine. “What are we drinking tonight Jed?” Mr. Sidney asked. “I thought the evening suggested t warm sherry,” said Jed. ‘ “I think it does,” said Mr. Sidney. “There is body and a live soul in sherry,” “But certainly,” I suggested In alarm, \you will not drink sherry.” “Indeed not,” said Mr. Sidney. \Jed drinks it for me, and I watch him. You. must have a glass with him—^just one. He’ll have a dozen—I don’t.ask you to follow him—but just one.” Jed opened a bottle, and when he offered me a glass I yielded. I wanted to increase the sense of protective comforts against that shrill wind -out side. Jed drew a comfortable chair cldse to the fire and took his wine in large but appreciative gulps. I took mine in small but -appreciative sips. The fire roared, and^the wind howled. Jed, drinking by gulps, soon was ex hilarated. Mr. Sidney and I had been rational. We'had been talking, I re call, of the substitution of a Syrian idea of immortality, concerned chiefly with, precious metals and stones, for the north. European idea of Valhalla, wlieiT Jed began to sing, and with gusto and affection opened another bottle of wine. The-wind grew in vio lence. \It is a night for any of the living dead about a place,’^ I said. “I like a wind that has many voices,” said Mr. Sidney. “It produces certain sensations or emotions that are primi tive. It suggests a threat and increases the sense of shelter and comfort. We sit like peasants about the fireplace and are inclined to legends.” TOO LATE Death only a matter of short time. Don't wait until pains and aches become incurable diseases. Avoid pcdi^ul consequences by taking COLDMEDAL Th* world’s standsrd remedy for kidney, liver, bladder and uric acid troubles—the National Remedy of Holland since 1696. Guaranteed. Three sizes, all druggists. 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R. 1. Peril of Growing Pains. Little John had put in a very hard day Of playing and that night he said, “Mother, oh, how my knee aches!” “T h a t Is ju s t a grow ing paiji a^nd w i l l ' b e all rig h t in th e m o rning,” re plied h i s mother. At that John exclaimed: “But the pain is in just one knee,\ and is one of my legs going to be longer than the other?” Humanity is never so beautiful as when praying for forgiveness or els® forgiving another. Storjr of the Dobson Murder. _,(TO BE CONTINUED.) Sometime we may have an ideal leg^ lslature~K)ne that wiU repeal mor* laws than it passes. mmi tefepM>ur Eyfes W, N. U,, NEW YORK, NO. 28-1920. r \1
