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Sows A DOMANCE OF SDWE3TD BY THE PLAY BY BEAflaXiC MIL AJMSTMWi SYNOPSIS. Cowbovi at the Flying Heart ranch ara c- i ovar th» lo*a of t - - - pr1a»<1 phonograph by tbo d»t»at of their r ham pion In a foot-race with ’ho cook of the Centipede ranch. A hou»e party ts on at the Flying Heart J. Wautngford B p»»d cheer loader at Tale, and Culver Covington Inter-collegiato champion run ner. are expected CHAPTER I.—Continued. "Nonsense! Robert Reap is only twenty-three. Why. she hardly knew her husband, even! It was one of those sudden, impulsive affairs that would overwhelm any girl who hadn't seen a man for four years, And then he enlisted In tue Spanish War. and was killed ” “Considerate chap!" "Roberta, you know, ts my best friend, after Helen. Do be nice to her. Jack.” Miss Chapin sighed. "It to too bad the others couldn't come." “Yes, a small house-party has Its disadvantages. By-the-way. what’s that gold thing on your frock?” "It's a medaL Culvsr sent It to me." "Another?" "Yes. he won the Intercollegiate championship again.” Misa Chapin proudly extended the emblem on its ribbon. "I wish to goodness Covington had been here to take Humpy Joe's place,' •aid the young cattle-man as he turned It over. "The boys are just broken-hearted over losing that pho nograph.” "Hl get him to ran and win it back," Jean offered, easily. Her brother laughed. "Take my ad vtce, 81s, and don't let Culver mix up tn this game! The stakes are too high. I think that Centipede cook to a professional runner, myself, and If our boys were beaten again—well, you and mother and I would have to move out of New Mexico, that's all. No. we'd better let the memory of that defeat die out as quickly as possible. You warn Fresno not to joke about it any more, and I'll take Mrs. Reap off your hands. She may be a widow, she may even be the chaperon, but I’ll do It; I will do It," promised Jack— “for my slater’s sake.” CHAPTER II, ELEN BLAKE was endenf- ably bored. The sultry aft ernoon was very long—long er even than Berkeley Fres no's autobiography, and quite as dry. It was too hot and dusty to ride, so she took refuge In the latest "best seller," and sought out a hammock on the vine- shaded gallery, where Jean Chapin was writing letters, while the discon solate Fresno, banished, wandered at large, vaguely Injured at her lack of appreciation. Absent-mindedly, the girls dipped Into the box of bonbons between them. Jean finished her correspondence and essayed conversation, but her compan ion's blond head was bowed over the book in her lap, and the effort met with no response. Lulled by the som niferous droning of Insects and lazy echoes from afar. Miss Chapin was on the verge of slumber, when she saw her guest rapidly turn the last pages of her novel, then, with a choco late between her teeth, read wide- eyed the finish. Miss Blake closed the txrok reluctantly, uncurled slowly, then stared out through the dancing heat-waves, her blue eyes shadowed with romance. "Did she marry him?” queried Jean. "No, no!” Helen Blake sighed, bliss fully. "It was infinitely finer. killed herself.” "I like to see them get married, "Naturally. You are at that stage But I _piink suicide is more glorious. In mahy case«.” Miss Chapin yawned openly. "Speak Ing of suicides, isn’t this ranch the deadest place?” "Ob, I don't think so at ali." "Oh yes, you do, and you needn’t be polite just because you’re a guest.” ’’Well, then, to be as truthful as a boarder, it Is a little dull. Not for our chaperon, though. The time doesnt’ seem to drag on her hands Jack certainly Is making it pleasant for her.” "If you call taking her out to watch a lot of bellowing calves get branded, entertainment,” Miss Chapin sighed. Miss Blake leaned forward and read the Inscription on her companion's medal. "Oh, Isn’t it heavyl" feeling it reverently. "Pure gold, like himself! Tou should have seen him when he won it. Why, at the finish of that race all the men but Culver were making the most horrible faces. They were sim ply dead.” Miss Blake's hands were clasped In her lap. "They all make faces,” said •he. "Have you told Roberta about your engagement?" "No, she doesn't dream of It, and 1 don't want her to know. I’m so afraid she’ll think, now that mother has i A «»A. » gone, that I asked her here just as a chaperon. Perhaps 111 tell hsr when Culver comes." "1 have beard Culver speak of him. but never as an athlete. Have you and Mr. Speed settled things between you. Helen! 1 mean, baa he—said any thing?" Miss Blake flushed. "Not exactly." She adjusted a cushion to cover her confusion, then leaned back complacently. "But he has stuttered dangerously several times." A musical tinkle of silver spurs sounded In the distance, and around the corner of the cook-house opposite came Carara. the Mexican, his wide, spangled sombrero tipped rakishly over one ear. a cornhusk cigarette drooping from hla lipa. "It's that romantic Spanlardl” whis pered Helen. "What does he want?*' "It's his afternoon call on Marie- detta, the maid." said Jean. “They meet there twice a day, morning and afternoon." "A lovers' tryst!" breathed Miss Blake, eagerly. "Isn't be grac< ful and picturesque! Can we watch them?" "'Sh-h! There she comes!" From the opposite direction ap peared a slim, swarthy Mexican girl, an Indian water-jug balanced upon her shoulders. She was clad In the straight-banging native garment, belt ed in with a sash; her feet were In sandals, and she moved as silently as a shadow. During the four days since Miss Blake's arrival at the Flying Heart Ranch she had seen Marledetta flit ting noiselessly here and there, but had never heard her speak. The pret ty. expressionless face beneath the straight black hair had ever retained its wooden stolidity, the velvety eyes had not laughed nor frowned nor sparkled. She seemed to bo merely a part of this far southwestern pic ture; a bit of inanimate yet breath ing local color. Now. however, the girl dropped her jug. and with a low cry glided to her lover, who tossed aside bis cigarette and took her in bls arms. From this distance their words were indistinguishable. "How perfectly romantic," said the Eastern girl, breathlessly, "I had no idea Marledetta could love anybody.” "She Is a volcano." Jean answered. "Why, It's like a play!" "And it goes on all the time." "How gentle and sweet he ts! I ’hlnk he is charming. He Is not at all like the other cowboys. Is he?" Wti 'e the two witnesses of the scene were eagerly discussing it, Joy. the Chinese cook, emerged from the kitchen bearing a bucket of water, his presence hidden from the lovers by the corner of the building. Carara languidly released his Inamorata from his embrace and lounged out of sight around the building, pausing at the farther corner to waft a graceful kiss from the ends of his flng’-ra, as with a farewell flash of his white teeth be Mariedetta recovered disappeared, her water-jug and glided onward into the court in front of the cook-house, her face masklike, her movements de- liberate as usual. Joy. spying the girl, grinned at her. 8he tossed her head coquettlshly and her step slackened, whereupon the cook, with a sly glance around, tapped her gently on the arm, and said: "Nice HI gaily.” "The idea!” indignantly exclaimed Miss Blake from her hammock. But Mariedetta was not offended. Instead she smiled over her shoulder "It's a Medal. Culvsr Sent It to Me.” as she had smiled at her lover an In stant before. 'Me like you One. You like pie!" Joy nodded toward the door of the culinary department, as if to make free of his hospitality, at the Instant that Carara, who had circled the build ing, came Into view from the opposite side, a fresh cigarette between his lips. His languor vanished at the first glimpse of the scene, and he stroda toward the white-clad celestial. who deve through the open door like a prairie dog Into his bole. Carara followed at bls heels. "ft serves him right!" cried Mlee Blake, rising. "1 hope Mr. Carara A din of falling pots and pane is sued from the cook house, mingled with shrill cries and soft Spanish Im precations; then, with one tongdrawa wall, the pandemouium ceased as sud denly as It had commenced, and C» rare Issued forth, black with anger. "Ha!" said he. scowling at Marte- delta, who had retreated, her hand upon her bosom. He eihaled a lung ful of cigarette smoko through hie nostrils fiercely "You plsy wit* me. "No, no!" Martedetta ran to him. and. seising bls arm. cooed amoroukly In Spanish. "Rah! Vamos!” Carara flung her from him. and stalked away. Well, of all the outrageous things!" said Miss Blaks. "Why. she was actu ally flirting with that Chinaman." "Marlsdstta flirts with every man she can And." said Jean, calmly, "but she doesn't mean any harm. 8he II marry Carara some time—If bs doesn't kill her." "Kill her!” Mias Blake's eyes were round. "He wouldn't do that!" "Indeed, yes. He ts a Mexican, sad he has a terrible temper " Mias Blake sank back Into the ham- mock, "How perfectly dreadful! And yet—It must be heavenly to love a man who would kill you " Miss Chapin lost herself In med Its tlon for an Instant "Culver la almost like that when he Is angry. Hello, here comes our foreman!" Stover, a tall, gangling cattle-mas with drooping grlxxled mustache, came shambling up to the steps. He dusted hla boots with hla sombrero and cleared hie throat " 'Evening, Mlsa Jean. Is Mr. Ch» pin around?" "I think you'll find him down by ths spring-house. Can I do anythlnlg for you?" "Nope!" Stover sighed heavily, and got his frame gradually Into motion again. "You'rs not looking well, Stover. This Grubslinger Thinks Run." Hs Can Are you ill?" inquired Miss Chapin. "Not physical," said tha foreman, checking the movement which had not yet comunlcated Itself ths entire length of his frame. "I reckon my sperret's broke, that's alL" "Haven't you recovered from that foot-race?" “I have not, and I never will, so long as that ornery Centipeds outfit has got it on us." "Nonsense, Stover!" "What have they done?" Inquired Miss Blake, curiously. "I haven't heard about any foot-race." "You tell her," said the man, with another sigh, and a hopeless gesture that told the depth of his feelings. "Why, Stover hired a fellow a couple of months ago as a horse-wrangler. 7 he man said he was hungry, and made a good impression, so we pat him on." Here Stover slowly raised ons boot- ed foot and kicked his other calf, "The boys nicknamed him Humpy Joe—” "Why, poor thing! Was he hump backed?" inquired Helen, "No," answered Still Bill. "Hump back Is lucky. We called him Humpy Joe because when it came to running he could sure hump himself." "Soon after Joseph went to wort," Jean continued, “the Centipede outfit hired a new cook. You know th* Centipede Ranch—the one you ■aa over yonder by tho foot-hills." "It was'nt 'soon after,’ It was •1- multaneous," said 8tover, da rkly. We’re beglnnln' to see plain at last” He went on as If to air the Injury that was gnawing him. "One day we hear that this grub-slinger over yon der thinks he can run, which same la as welcome to us as the smell of flow ers on a spring breeze, for Humpy Joe had amused us In his Idle houra by running jack rabbits to earth—" "Not really?" said Mins Blake. "Well, no, but from what we see we judge he’d ought to limp a hun dred yards In about nothing and three-flfths seconds, so we frame a race between him and the Centipede Cook. With tumulchous joy we bet our wages and ail the loose gear we have, and In a burst of childish en thusiasm we put up—the tai king-ma chine." "A phonograph*?^ "Yes. An Echo Phonograph," said Miss Chapin. "Of New York and Paris,” said Sto ver. I the time. Nature never | intended you to be sickly and run down, with poor appetite, imperfect diges tion, clogged bowels and I a lazy liver. Stir these organs to healthy action by the daily use of I I I I I I HOSTETTER'S I (Stomach BittersJ OREGON NORMAL SCHOOL ANNOUNCEMENTS. THE HOME MADE SKATE SAILS. Skate sailing Is one of the most ex- citing of winter sports, as any boy will tell you who has had the experience and knows; and It is a sport In which any fair skater can become expert as soon as he learns the proper handling of his sail. Of course It Is necessary to have a slight knowledge of sailing, because the angle at which the sail Is held to the wind must be adjusted for every change tn the direction of Bail ing. The sail la held between the skater and the wind, at hla back or to one side, according to the direction of sailing and the direction of the wind; and the skater preserves his balance by throwing his weight against the sail (Fig. 1). In order to change the poaitlon of the sail In “tacking" against the wind, the skate sailor swings dead Into the wind, with the wind full on the sail; this frees the sail from hla body. Then he quick ly raises the sail, flat, above hie head, and lowers it on the proper side to carry him upon the opposite "tack." When sailing before the wind, the skater holds the sail squarely behind him so that the wind pressure is equal on all portions. To atop up, the skater swings around facing tbo wind, and lifts his sail, flat, above hla head. As the sail is not attached to the body, the skater can let go of it at any time in case of any emergency such as the avoidance of a collision with another skater, or a bole in the Ice. Skate-sails lhat fold are of the most convenient form both as regards car rying to and from the place of sailing, and storing them at home. In the Il lustrations I have shown two common forms of skate-sails, designed with a special provision for folding com pactly. Fig. 2 shows the plan of a skate-sail with a "T" shaped framework. The poles or "spare" can be made any length that you wish to have them. The long center spar or "boom" of the sail shown In Fig. 2 is nine feet long, and the end cross spar la six feet long. This makes a medium slxed sail that la about right for a boy four feet six inches or thereabout In height. Bam boo la best for the spars because of Its comes along th« cross spar may be tacked to It, but It makes a mors ship shape job to provide the sail either with tapes or metal grommets, so It may be lashed to the spar. The or dinary hook-and-eye eyes used by dressmaker» have been employed very satisfactorily In place of grommets. They are cheaper and more easily put on. 8ew a belt buckle, strap-buckle, or a vest buckle, to ths corner of the »ail which lays along the boom, and fack a piece of strap with boles punched through It to the free and of the boom, with which to pull the sail taut and buckle it In position. The skate-sail with the framework made tn the form of an Inverted letter A. (Fig. 6). Is a splendid type of fold- tng-sall. Fig. 6 shows the framework folded, without the aall attached, and Fig. 7 shows the framework extended. The framework ts beat made of square poise on account of the hinge connec tions. "Furring-strips" will serve ex cellently. The two spars A and B of the framework are hinged together, with the end of A overlapping the end of B (Figs. 5 and 7). Ths binge may be fastened directly to both spars, but it la better to cut a triangular block to tauten one flap of the hinge to, and nail this to one spar, say spar A (O, Fig. 8), for by doing this your frame work will fold up more compactly (Fig. 8). With spent nine feet long, the spread at the open end should be about six feet six Inches. You «11! have to lay the poles upon the floor tn their proper position to get the dimen sions of block D. The center spreader (C, Figs. 5 and 7) keeps the frame work rigid and the sail taut II should be fastened shout midway be tween the ends of spars A and II Hinge one end to one spar, and nail a metal plate with a bole punched through It to the other end of the spreader, as shown In Fig. 9. Ths plate should project beyond the end of the spreader, so It will ovsrlap ths spar, and a hole roust be bored through the spar to receive a nail for pinning tbo spreader plate to IL The sail should be made and fa» tened to the spars in the manner de- scribed for attaching the other sail. and screw-eyes should be screwed Into the free ends of the spars to Us th« corners to. Spring Semester* Begins February 4. 1914. Regular New classes Normal work offered. * organized. Regular Normal credits given. Summer Term: Regular Begins June 22. 1914. ______ , Nrw classes Normal work offered. Normal credits given. organised. Mr thesis of teaching elementary sub- iects of Grades One to Eight Inclus ive, emphasized. Courses in rural school methexia and rr.-uagement of fered. Information: For further information, address J. H Ackerman, l'r«-»uletit, Mon mouth, Oregon. R u F3 u F? UPTURE RUINS HEALTH ANO PLEASURE DONT NEGLECT IT or «iwlmmt with frooJk troaooo —Ito nwnairo and lianeanxM. No mottor how ovrnwor Ions «tan ling sour rupture, we ran fit a try«« to •Utt etthor by mall <ir In porwwt: aaUofarlton ruarant««!. tw Pan- tw o fraa book toll. all. »and NOW PANTKB TRI HK COMPANY MS Journal Hide l-orllaad. Ora. (Copyright, by A. Neely Hall.) “Bulls” That Ware Not Irish. A lively controversy has been tak extreme lightness, and old bamboo fishing poles can be used if you have them; otherwise, strips of -square moulding such as Is used In the wood finishing of houses, or what are known as "furring strips"—strips one inch by two inches in size—will do. You will be able to get the latter from any carpenter or building contractor, or at a lumber yard. Fig. 8 shows how the end of the boom to joined tc the cross spar by means of screw-eyes and a small bolt. Screw screw-eye Into the end of the boom and another Into the exact cen ter of the length of the cross spar, and use a short "stove-bolt” with which to bolt the two together. A washer will have to be placed beneath the bolt head and another beneath the nut, unless the screw-eyes used are very small, to keep the head and nut from pulling through. Screw a screw-eye into each end of th- cross spar as a provision for attaching the ends of the ealL Almost any closely woven cloth will do for the call, although a light-weight canvas Is to be preferred if you can get IL An old sheet may be used. Cat the cloth so that the selvage ex tends along one edge, and make a "Our boys won It from this very ____ wide hem ____ upon the cut edges so they Centipede outfit at a bronco-bu.Ung LV,' not' rX'! Also reinforce the tournament In Cheyenne.” 1 throe corners with an extra thickness "Wyoming.1 Btover made the loo» the cloth „ indicated by dotted tlon definite. lines in Figs. 3 and 4. The edge which (TO BB CONTIJHUBIXJ That’s the way you should look and feel all ing place In England as to whether Lord Curzon of Kedelston, ez-viceroy of India, was guilty or not of perpe trating a ''bull" in the course of a speech. It baa been pointed out, how ever that if hie lordship blundered be erred In good company. Premier Asquith, for example, once stated that "redistribution la a thorny subject which 1 requires delicate handling, or It will tread on some people's toes." Mr. A. J. Balfour has spoken of "an empty theater of unsympathetic au- ditore." Mr. 8L John Broderick, now Lord Middleton, when a member of the bouse of commons, told that assem bly that "among the many jarring notes heard In this bouse on military affairs this subject (mobilisation 1 at least must be regarded as an oasis.” In a debate on the London education bill Mr. Walter Long said, "We are told that much such legislation the very heart of the country has been shaken to its very foundations." GIVE “SYRUP OF FIGS” TO CONSTIPATED CHILD Delicious "Fruit Laxative" can't harm tender little Stomach, liver and bowels. Look at the tongue, mother! If coated, your little one's stomach, liver and bowels need cleansing al once. When peevish, cross, listless, doesn't sleep, eat or act naturally, or is fever ish, stomach sour, breath bad; has soro throat, diarrhoea, full of cold, give a teaspoonful of "California Syrup of Figs," and In a few hours all the foul, constipated waste, undigest ed food and sour bile gently moves out of Its little bowels without grip ing, and you have a well, playful child again. Ask your druggist for a 80- cent bottle of “California Syrup of Figs.” which contains full directions for babies, children of all ages and for grown-ups. Bad Job for Man Below. While In Boston a while ngo I went over to East Boston on the ferry. There was a steam shovel at work out In the harbor, and I was standing watching It Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around to find a son of Erin standing there. "Say,” said he, "Isn't this a wonderful country? By gorry, now, just look at that thing goln' down there now. Ixiok at it Isn't that wonderful. But, say, ould man, I wouldn't want to be ths guy at ths bottom filling that thing up. would ye?" Diseases of Metals. Metals suffer from contagious dis eases analogous to those of living beings. Among these diseases one of the most striking is that railed ’’tin pest” Sometimes a block, plate or medal of tin attacked by this disease crumbles and falls Into dust, and sometimes warty protuberances ap pear on the surface of the metal. Various other metals suffer from a disease that manifests itself by a Dr. Pierce’s Pleasant Pellets cure spontaneous recrystallization. The conati|>etion. Constipation is the cause most remarkable cases occur with lead of many discaHea. Cure the cause and and hard drawn brass. These dis you cure the disease. Easy to take. eases are not du«, as has been His 8tatus. thought, simply to moisture. Temper Mrs. Honk—Colonel Hook fa a con ature plays a part in producing them. gressman at large. Isn't he? The moet extraordinary fact perhaps Farmer Honk—Yes; they havan't Is that the “tin pest” to capable of arrested him yet—Puck. spreading by contagion.— Harper’s Weekly. Athens is to have a municipal slaughter house to cost 8800,000. Millenary vs. Millinery. Patience—I hear Witham, Essex, England, la to celebrate this year Its millenary with a pagennt. Patrice—Why, we do that on Fifth avenue In New York every Easter. ■ I