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Lenox, Iowa
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LENOX TIME TABLE, LENOX, IOWA Possession Demands Our Service, Lest We Perish ' The only hope of perfecting hu man relationship la In accordnnee with the Inw of service under which men are so solicitous about wha they shall give. Tot people are en titled to the rewards of their Industry. Whnt they earn Is theirs, no matter how small or how great But the possession of property carries the obllRatlon to use It In a larger •crvlce. For a man not to recognize the truth, not to be obedient to law, to render allegiance to the state, Is for him to be at war with his own na ture, to commit suicide. That la why "the wages of sin Is death." Unlesa we lire rationally, we perish pbyst tally, naturally, spiritually. jeman INSTANT LIGHTING boa th« «a«y war to one-third tee« time with the Coleraan. Iron in comfort anr Ulaea. IfrentinlrMiMiaBtinff. No cord* or win*. No wa*ry, cndta* trip* between • hot (tor* and iionieir baud. H&kcsiU ownvu. Barn*WJt«ir. Ugbt*instantly —no »r»-h««tin«. Openting ecet only W an boor. See jroor local dealer or write for FREE Pttdfr. I THE COtCMAN LAMP e To Divide an Estate 15,000 acre stock ranch, S. E. Montana, $3 per acre. Will take dear Iowa faftnaa part payment. ARTHUR T. •dNTOSH * CO. 1MN. La tefeSt. - CWc*c*,IB. Light W«akeai Paper Light has a weakening effect on til grades of paper. A Law Every Mother Should Know and Observe Never Give Your Child An Unknown Remedy without Asking Your Doctor First According to any doctor you ask, the only safe way is itcver to give your child a remedy you don't know all about, -without asking him first. When it comes to "milk of magnesia," that you know everywhere, for over 60 years, doctors have said "PHILLIPS' Milk of Magnesia for your child." So— always say Phillips' when you buy. And, for your own peace of mind, see that your child gets this; the finest men know. You can assist others by refusing to accept a substitute for tha genuine Phillips' Milk of Magnesia. Do this in the interest of yourself and your children •—and in the interest of tha public in general. PHILLIPS' CuticuraCares The medicinal and soothing properties of the Soap not oinly thoroughly cleanse the •kin, hut are most beneficial and helpful to it. If you are troubled with itching of pimples or other skin eruption the Ointmentwillqaickljrelieve. Soap 25c. Ointment 25c and SOc. Your Muter Farming Is very bard, but you or der your tasks yourself. Mof SHE TOLD WORN-OUT HUSBAND Gtaolteinpcr—hu"allia" com. itot«. But wisely ehe taw in hi| frequent ooUt, hu "fagged out/* "op edge" condition the very trouble ihe beneli bad whipped Contipatioot The very rooming after taking NIT (Nature's Remedy). .live and contain ksgeatly. thoroughly. «nlly!u>taxDul»Usthee! native tract to connplrtc, tegular functioning. Non-habit- —at druggfet*. TO-NIGHT TOMORROW 6LBICHT FREES O Dometar vi^tte wteluw of »2§o box of NR at IQe roll oiTumu vKe A35lnrt toUon.) SAN W4N.I*. • •*«•<•, SYNOPSIS The futur» of the still youthful nd comely "Wldder" Marcta Howe, ecently released by death from her dllng-, selfish husband. Ig a conver- atlonal tlt-blt among the housewives of the little hamlet of Wll- on. Eligible bachelors and.wldow- rs also are Interested. Marcia flndi leasure In her dally life, but It onely at times, and has Invited her ate husband's niece, Sylvia Hayden, rhom she has never seen, to visit er. The girl arrives and Marcia akes to her at once, while Sylvia, xpectlng to see a somewhat elderly unt, finds Marcia more like a ala- er. CHAPTER III—Continued "My mistake. I did forget It, I'll onfess; and what's more I prob- bly always shall. To me you are ust a girl I'd be head-over-heels n love with If I were a man. I on't blame all the clams, lobsters, nd flounders for flocking over here o make love to you." "Stop talking nonsense." "But It Isn't nonsense. It's the ruth. You certainly are not delud- ng yourself into thinking these men come gallivanting out here ver the flats with the mere philan- iroplc purpose of seeing you don't tarve to death t do you?" Sylvia demanded. "Perhaps they come to see you?" edgecl Marcia feebly. Me! Now Marcia, pray do not eswrt to deceit and attempt to poke his legion of mermen off on me. a relative, I Insist on having a ruthful, respectable aunt. Consider my youth. Isn't It your Christian uty to set me a good example? Vhether you wed any of these nau- Ical worshipers .or not Is your own ffalr. But at least honesty corn- els you to acknowledge they're our property." A shadow, fleet as the rift In a ummer cloud, passed over Marla's face, but transient as It was ylvla, sensitively attuned and lert to changes of mood in others, otlced it "What a little beast I am, Marla," she cried, throwing her arm mpulslvely about the other woman. Forgive my thoughtlessness. I wouldn't have hurt you for the orld. You know I never saw Uncle ason. He left home when I was child and Is no reality to me. ven mother remembered him only s he was when a boy. Mother felt orry, hurt, that Uncle Jason should ave left home aa he did, and never ome back to see her. He was n Impulsive, hot-headed boy and he said he resented her watchful- ess and authority. But even hough he ran away In a moment f anger, one would think years of bsence would have smoothed away Is resentment." "Men are selfish—unfeeling. They orget," replied Mnrcla, bitterly. You give your life to them and hey toss aside your love and de- otlon as If It were so much rub- ilsh." The outburst, sharp with pain, iiirst from her Involuntarily, awing Sylvia Into silence. What did she know of Jason, that dim heritage of her childhood? Of Jarcla? Of their life together, she uddenly asked herself. To cover the awkwurdnes of the moment, she bent to caress Prince Hal who had risen and stood, alert and listx-ulng beside her. Only an instant passed before Marcia spoke again—this time with visible effort to recapture her customary manner. ''Suppose we have lobster Newburg this noon," suggested she. "I'll set the chafing-dish. What's the matter, Hal, old man? You look worried. Don't tell me you hear more fish swimming our way." Tlw nose of the setter quivered an.J, going to the window, he growled. "He does hear something," asserted Sylvia. "What do you gup- pose It Is?" "Gulls, most likely. They circle above the house In clouds," was Harcia's careless answer. "The ?rlnce regards them aa his natural enemies. Apparently he resents their chatter." Again the dog growled. Almost immediately a band fumbled with the latch, and aa the door swung open a man staggered blindly into the room. He was hatless, wet to the skin, and shivering with cold, and before Marcia could reach his side, he lurched forward and fell at her feet. "Quick, Sylvia, close the door and heat some broth. The poor fellow U exhausted. He's chilled to the bone." "Who Is he?" "No one I know—a stranger, tbnt pillow and help one to slip It under his head. We'll let him rest where he Is a moment" Her fingers moved to the bronzed wrist "He's all right," she whispered. "Just cold and worn out. He'll be himself presently." She swept the matted hair, lightly sprinkled with gray, from the man's forehead and wiped his face. An Interesting face It was—Intelligent and high-bred, with well-cut features and a firm, determined chin. A sweater of blue wool, a blue serge suit socks of tan and sport shoes to match them clung to the tall, slender figure, and on the hand lying across it sparkled a diamond sunk In a band of wrought gold. It was not the hand of a fisherman, tanned though It was; nor yet that of a sailor. There could be no doubt about that. Rather, It belonged to a scholar, a writer, a painter, or possibly to a physician, for It was strong as well as beautifully formed. Sylvia bent to adjust the pillow, and h«r eyes and Marcla'a met Who was this man? Whence cam* he? What disaster had laid him hero helpless before them? As If their questions penetrated his consciousness, the stranger slowly opened his eyes. "Sorry to come here like this," he murmured. "The fog was so thick, I lost my bearings and my power-boat ran aground. I've been trying hours to get her off. She's hard and fast on your sand-bar." He struggled to rise and Marcia, kneeling beside him, helped him Into an upright position where he sat, leaning against her shoulder. "I seem to have brought In about half the sea with me," he apologized, looking about In vague, half- dazed fashion. "No matter. We're used to salt water here," she answered. "How do you feel? You're not hurt?" "Only a little. Nothing much. I've done something queer to my wrist. I was trying to push the boat off, and something suddenly gave way." Turning his head aside, he bit his lip as If In pain. "We'll telephone Doctor Stetson. Meanwhile, you mustn't remain In these wet clothes. There Is no surer way of catching cold. Do you think you could get upstairs if Sylvia and I guided you?" "I guess so—if It isn't far. I'm absurdly dizzy. I don't know why. I suppose, though, I must shed these wet togs." "You certainly must. Come, Sylvia, lend a hand! We'll help him up." "Oh, I'm not In such a bad way as all that I can get up alone," he protested. "Only 'please wait Just another minute. The whole place has suddenly begun to pitch again like a ship In inldocean. Perhaps I may be faint. I haven't eaten anything for a day or two." "Why didn't you tell me? The soup, quick, Sylvia. I only wish I had some brandy. Well, at least this is hot, and will warm you up. I'll feed you. Hand me the cup and spoon, Sylvia." "But I feel like a baby," fretted the stranger. "No matter. We must get something hot inside you right away. Don't fuss about how It's done," said the practical-minded Marcia. "There! You look better already! Later you shall have a real, honest- to-good ness meal. Run and call Doctor Stetson, Sylvia, and open the bed In the room opposite mine. You might light the heater there, too." As the girl sped away, Marcia turned toward her visitor. "Suppose we try to make the rocking chair now. Shall we? But what worries me Is your wet clothing. I'm afraid you'll take your death of cold. Let me peel off your shoes and socks. I can do that. And I believe I could get you out of your water soaked sweater If I were to cut the sleeve. May I try? We needn't mind wrecking It, for I have another I can give you." The man did not answer. Instead, he sat tense and unsmiling, his penetrating brown eyes fixed on Marcla's face. Apparently the scrutiny crystallzed in him some swift resolution, for after letting his glance travel about the room to convince himself that no one was within hearing, be leaned forward: "There Is something else I'd rather you did for me first," he whispered, dropping his voice until it became almost Inaudible. "I've a package here I wish you'd take charge of. It's Inside my shirt. But for this infernal wrist, I could reach It." "I'll get lt- "I'd rather you didn't talk about It," continued he, hurriedly. "Just put It in a safe place. Will you, plense?" "Certainly." Puzzled, but unquestioning, Marda thrust her hand beneath his sodden clothing and drew forth a small, flat box, wrapped In a bedraggled handkerchief. "Of course I will," smiled Marela. "Lookl Here Is my pet hiding- place. This brick In the hearth Is loose and under It Is plenty of space for this small box. I'll tuck It In there. Just hold It a second until I pry the brick up. There we arel Now give It to hie." She reached hurriedly for the package, but as (heir hands met, the moist, clinging handkerchief became entangled in their fingers and slipping from its coverings a leather Jewel-case dropped to the floor. Out of It rolled A flashing necklace and a confusion of smaller gems. Marcia stifled an Involuntary cry. Nevertheless, she neither looked up nor delayed. "Sorry to be so clumsy," she muttered; as she swiftly scooped up the Jewels. It was well she had made haste, for no sooner was the clasp on the box snapped and the treasure concealed beneath the floor than Sylvia returned, and a moment later came both Doctor Jared Stetson and Ellsha Wlnslow. "Mornln 1 , Marcia," nodded the doctor. "'Llsh happened to be In the office when your niece called up, an* hearln' you had a man patient, he -thought mebbe he might be of use. What 'pears to be the trouble, sir?" "I've done something to my right wrist" "Mi.—" for the fraction of a second, Marcia hesitated; then continued in an even tone, "—Mr. Carlton grounded his boat and had to swim ashore." "You don't say! Well, I ata't surprised. "Taln't no day to be afloat You couldn't cut this fog with a carvln'-knlfe. How come you to take your boat out In such weather?" the doctor demanded. "I was—was cruising." "Oh, an' the fog shut down on you. I see. Fog has a trick of doin' that, unless one keeps an eye for fog symptoms. Now, what I'd recommend for you first of all, Mr. Carlton, Is a warm bed. You look clean beat out Better let 'Llsh an' me help you upstairs, an' out of your wet things, 'cause with a wrist such as yours, I figger you won't be very handy at buttons. Not that 'Llsh Is a professional lady's maid. That ain't exactly his callin'. Still, In spite of beln' town sheriff, he can turn his hand to other things. It's lucky he can, too, for he don't get much sherlffln' down this way. Wilton doesn't go In for crime. In fact, we was laughln' 'bout that very thing this noon at the post office. 'Pears there's been a robbery at one of the Long Island estates. Quantities of Jewelry taken, an" no trace of the thief. The alarm was sent out over the radio early yesterday an' listen- In* In 'Lish, here, got quite het up an' not a little envious. He said he 'most wished the burglary had took place In our town, excitement beln' at a pretty low ebb now." Marcia, standing by the stove, spun about. "Now, Ellsha, don't you run down Wilton. Why, I have twenty-five dollars In my purse this minute," she asserted, taking a worn pocketbook from her dress and slapping It with challenging candor down upon the table. "I keep It In that china box above the stove." "That might serve as a starter," remarked the stranger, regarding her quizzically. She faced him, chin drawn In, and head high and defiant. "Besides that, In my top bureau drawer is a string of gold beads that belonged to my great-grandmother," she continued, daring laughter curling her lips. "They are very old and are really quite valuable." "We'll make a note of those, too," nodded the man, his eyes on hers. "I'm afraid that's all I can offer in the - way of burglary Inducements." "That beln' the case, s'pose you an' me start gettin' the patient upstairs, 'Llsh," broke In Doctor Stetson. "If we don't next we know he'll be bavin* pneumonia as well as a bad wrist." The stranger's admiring glance fixed Itself on Marcia's. "What Is my next move?" he Inquired. "I told you before—you must take off your wet things and rest," she repeated. "You still prescribe that treatment?" "I still prescribe It." "In spite of the—the symptoms?" "Why not?" was her quick answer. "Very well. I am ready, gentlemen." Erect, even with a hint of defiance in his mocking smile, the man rose to his full height, "Before we go, however, I must correct a slight error. You misunderstood my name. It is not Carlton. It Is Heath—Stanley Heath." CHAPTER IV fl A ND yet you told me, Marcia. this was a quiet, adventure- less place!" burst out Sylvia, the instant the door had closed. "It doesn't seem so to me. When shipwrecked mariners tall Into your am* entirely without warning, I call It thrilling. Who do you suppose he Is?" "He told us his name." "Of course—Heath. Stanley Month. It's quite a romantic nnme, too. But I didn't mean that. I mean whore did he come from and why? Didn't he tell you?" "Not a word." Obviously the girl was disappointed. "I thought .perhaps he might have while I was upstairs. I was gone long enough for him to pour out to you his entire history. At least It seemed so to ma I ransacked every closet and drawer In sight trying to find something for him to put on. It wasn't until I struck that old sea-chest In the.hall that I discovered pajamas and underwear. I hope you don't mind my taking them." A shiver passed over Marcia. "No. They were Jason's. I ought to have told yon they were there. I kept them because I thought they might sometime be useful." "Well, they certainly are," replied Sylvia. "They, will, exactly fit Mr. Heath. Where do you suppose he came from? And how long has he been knocking about In that 11 boat I wonder." "How do I know, dear?" Marcia sighed, as If determined to control her patience. "You know as much about him as I do. I mean," she corrected, honesty forcing her to amend the assertion, "almost as much. I did, to be sure, talk with him a little while waiting for the doctor, but he did not tell me anything about himself." The moving of chairs overhead and the sound of feet creaking down the stairway heralded the return of Jared Stetson and Ellsha. Marcia went to meet them. " 'Taln't a broken wrist, Marcia," was the doctor's greeting on enter- Ing the kitchen. "Leastways, I don't think It is. I've bandaged It an' Llsh an* me have your friend snug an' warm In bed. Tomorrow I'll look In again. For tonight the bandage will do. A hot water-bottle mightn't be amiss. Nor a square ineal, neither. Seems a nice sort of 'feller/, known htm 'long?" "Not so very long." "Why, Marcia—" broke in Sylvia. "One sometimes comes to know a person rather well, though, even In a short time," went on the older woman, Ignoring the Interruption. "S'pose 'twas a-comln' to see you that brought him down this way," Ellsha volunteered. "Somehow I don't recall meetln' him before." "He hasn't been here before," was the measured response. "Oh, so he's new to Wilton waters, eh? That prob'ly accounts for hla runnln' aground. Fine lookln' chap. Has quite an air to him. Nothln' cheap 'bout his clothes neither. They was Al quality through to his skin. Silk with monograms on 'em. Must be a man of means." Silence greeted the observation. "Likely he Is—bavin* a power boat an' leisure to cruise round in her," persisted the undaunted Ellsha. "I really couldn't say." "Well, apparently he ain't one that boasts of his possessions, an* that's to his credit," Interposed Jared Stetson good-humoredly. Elisha's Interest In the stranger was not, however, to be so easily diverted. "Seen the boat?" he Inquired. "No." "Oh, you ain't! I forgot to ask Heath the name of her. I'm sort of a crank on the names of boats It always riles me to have a fool Ish name given a boat. No matter how small she Is, her plankin' ig all that divides her owner from fathoms of water, an' In view of the fact he'd oughter regard her soberly an' give her a decent name.' "Well, I hope the name of Mr. Heath's boat will meet with your approval," ventured Sylvia archly "I hope 'twill," was the gluui re tort, as the sheriff followed Doctor Stetson through the doorway. The moment the door banged behind them, Sylvia turned toward Marcia. "Forgive my butting In, dear," apologized she. "But I was ao surprised. You did say you didn't know Mr. Heath, didn't you?" "Yes." "But—but—" "Sometimes It's Just as well not to tell all you know—especially In a place like this," was the evasive response. Was the reply a rebuke or merely a caution? Sylvia did not know. And what was the meaning of the rose color that flooded the elder woman's cheek? Had Marcia really meant to give the impression that she knew Stanley Heath? And If so, why? Sylvia wracked her brain for answers to these questions. She would have been interested Indeed had she known that while she wrestled with the enigma, Marcia. to all appearances busy preparing the tray for the Invalid upstairs, was searching her heart for answers to the same questions. Why had she sought to ahiei' this stranger? (TOJiE CONTINUES* Lake Lugano The Lake of Lugano is partly In the Swiss Canton of Tlclno and partly in Italy, between Lakes Como and Magglore, Into the latter of which It discharges Its waters. I Is of Irregular shape and surround ed by wild and beautiful snenarw Is the Expensive Wife Loved Most? Ideal Mate One Who Ore- ates Happiness at Not Too Great a Cost. "I have Just learned that In the Belgian Congo, where wives are purchased, a man la afraid to purchase a wife at a bargain price, that is below the prevailing rate, because she will afterwards reproach him with not loving her as he paid so little for her. "There don't seem to be any individual problems any more. At any rate, here's one we share with the women of the Belgian Congo. From my observation of selfish, extravagant women who keep their bus- bands' noses to the grindstone, and then others who try to be real partners and helpmeets, I have many times been ready to conclude that men do Indeed value their wives, not according to what those wives do foe them, but according to what they cost them. The more expensive they are the more they'love them. "What do you think about It?" The above query was received by a woman writer of note, who answers as follows: We have all seen cases In point of our reader's argument We have seen women who apparently gave nothing and got everything; women whose first, second and last thought was of themselves, not only Indulged but adored by the men whom they were not giving a square deal. On the other hand we have seen wives who stinted themselves to help their men get on, who worked and saved and slaved for them, who apparently had no appreciation from their husbands, even, sometimes, suffered shameful neglect at their hands. But It is very difficult to generalize about these things. Sometimes a woman who Is selOsh and therefore would rate low according to the accepted standards of a good wife, actually succeeds In making a man hap- pjr'to a greater extent than her self- sacrificing sister who falls In some other quality which her husband requires for content and happiness. After all, the things which make men and women happy are those which ail the requirements of their Individual natures. In spite of the fact that it is not to their best Interests, there are men who are willing to spend their lives In the service of the bill collector to come home to a care-free, Joily, amusing woman, and who would be made perfectly miserable by the unselQsh though more serious-minded type whom a different man might regard as the Ideal wife and mother. The trouble with women who spend their lives on the altar of sacrifice and duty Is frequently that they are no less exact- Ing with others. And most men find It Irksome to be held to the line of such rigorous standards. The Ideal wife, of course, like the Ideal husband. Is the one who has the happy and delightful mixture of qualities that Is neither too good nor too bad, that makes her fun to live with at a not too great price. © Bell Syndicate.—WNTJ Service. That Which I< Heard Most of the shouting is empty, is the whispers that count It of Carus o. molderlng awaf ^ hta death In 102 , balmed by a .p^ serve It IndeflS the famous S lng er 8 t l covered casket in. Naples wrapped , n Clothing ont M every three years. 'I On Hli A man doesn't car DoYoi Ever! Wondi Whether the"P a Remedy You is SAFE? Ask Your and Find OuT] 1 " .— Don't Entrust Yo Ovra or Your Fa Well - Being to Ur, Preparations *pHE person to ask „„«_ * preparation ym or yowl are taking for the relief of hea is SAFE to use regularly •] family doctor. Ask him p about Genuine BAYER j. .He will tell you that ™ ditcwery of Bayer Aspirin! "pain" remedies were af against by physicians a bad! stomach and, often,, for the] Which is food for thoughtT seek quick, safe relief. Scientists rate Bayer among the fastest methods \,. covered for the relief of heaa and the pains of rheumatism ritis and neuralgia. And the < ence of millions of users has p. it safe for the average person] regularly. In your own into member this. You can get Genuine , Aspirin at any drug store—s by asking for it by its full L BAYER ASPIRIN. Make] point to do this -— and seet get what you want. Bayer Aspii THE ROOMS THE FOOD THE RATES CHICAGO FOREMOST IN FRIENDS YOU DON'T WEED ASPY6LASS TO FIND QUALITY IM WftlGLEY'i AFTER EVERY MEAL Profit .nd L... There la a material difference between "results" and "consequences." On W. G» One generation I next generation* CLABBER GIRL BAKING POWDER

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