DAILY CAPITAL JOURNAL, SALEM, OREGON, FRIDAY, MAY 0, 1010.
MOK THRSK.
Through
The Wall
By CLEVELAND MOFFETT
CeprrUbt, 1909, far D AppleUn
a c.
Synopsis of Prcrions Chapters.
Paul Coquenll, famous French do
toctlvo, moets a mystcrioun young
girl soiling candloa In Notro Dame
cathedral. Tho girl, Alice, lores an
Amorlcan, Lloyd Klttiedgo. Co
quenll' helioses a great crime is
about to bo committed, and present,
ly It occurs. Ho has a strange pre
sentiment of danger. A man is
found murdered in a restaurant. He
is 'recognized as Martinez, well
known throughout all Paris as a bil
liard player.
Lloyd Klttredgo la suspected of
having murdered the billiard player.
He is, arrested at Alice's homo and'
put in prison.
Coquonil starts to solvo tho case.
He dlscoveres the identity of a wo
man known to havo been with Mar
tinez when murdered.
Tho murderer's pistol is found
Coquenll-puts his dog Caesar on the
trail and interviews- M. Grltz, pro
prietor of the restaurant, where the
crlmo had taken place. Coquenll
discovers two auger holes in the
wall in tho private dining room
wlioro Martinez was killed. They
lead into another private dining
room, which he visits.
Ho shows Papa Tignol that the
bullet came through one of tho
holos. A mysterious stranger over
powers Coquonil and robs him of a
valuablo clew ho had got.
He shows Papa Tignol that the
bullet came through one of tho holes.
A mysterious stranger overpowers
Coquenll and robs him of. a valuable
clew ho had got.
Detective Gobelin, Coquenil's rival,
discovers valuable clows. Circum
stantial evidence thickens about
young Kittrldge.
Coquenll cross examines an Amer
ican woman, Mrs. Wllmott, as to her
past relations with tho prisoner,
Kiltredge. Ho and Martinez, she
said, had had a serious quarrel over
'Allco. Coquenll begins to demon
strate that Klttredgo is innocent.
Coquenll is dismissed from tho case
by an order from a man "higher
up." Ho continues to work aa a,
private individual. Ho proves that
tho assassin had a ''long little fin
ger" and that Alico knows him.
Coquelln's man hunting dog is shot
by a wealthy man in a forest. Co
quenll traces Alice's past in Brus
sels and learns much.
CHAPTER XIV.
THE MEMORY OF A DOO.
mT was a quarter past -1 and still
nlRbt when Coquenll left tbe
Hotel dos Etransers, Ho car
ried the (rather bag taken
from
tue automobile. A nunareu
behind him. In exactly similar
yards
dress, cume Pnpa Tignol. peering Into
the shadows with sharpest watchful
ness against humuii tsbmtows bunt Vn
- tiiirnilng M. I'aul Close to Notre
Dume the leader paused for his com
panion, "There's nothing." he said as the
, - lamr Joined him, "Take the bag ana
wait for me. but keep out of sight."
Coquenll walked across the square
to the cathedral
r . lie was pleiiKcil and confident as he
!- rang the nl::ht bell m the a-iiilif-op s
'tftioiise iM'slde the cathedral, tor tie had
".one precious ciew tie had the litJlc.i
e- lion of this extraordinarily long little
linger. ainl he did not belleVe that tu
( nil France there were two men wit"
liantU like that. And lie knew, there
was one such man. tor Alice had neer
hifti KVIii.r,, hml utiit k,iii lilmV
And presently, after u sleepy saluta
tion from the archbishop's i-i-rviint nnd
a brief explanation. M. Paul was
shown through a stoue passageway
that connects, the church with tho
house, and he found himself alone In
Notre Dame. As he stood uncertain
which way to turn tbe detective heard
a step and a low growl, and. peerlug
among the arches of the choir, he saw
a lantern advancing, then a ligure
holding tbe lantern, then another
crouching flgure moving before the
lantern. Then he recognized Caesar.
"Phec-et. pkee-etJ" he whistled softly.
"Good old Cuusari There, there!"
murmured Coquenll, fondling the
eager head. "It's all right, llounetou."
and, coming forward, he held out Uio
hand.
Wondering, Bonueton led tbe way to
a small room adjoining tbe treasure
chamber.
"Hey. Francois!" He shook n sleep
ing llgutv on a cot t bed. "It'H time to
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Francois looked stupidly at Coquenll,
and then, with a yawn and a shrug
of indifference, be called to the dog,
while Caesar growled his reluctance.
"It's all right, old fellow," encour
aged Coquenll. "I'll seo you again,"
whereupon Cuesar trotted away reas
sured. "Now, then," began M. Paul, "I
want to ask about that girl who sells
candles. She boards with you. You
know she's in love with this Ameri
can who is in prison?"
"I know."
"She came to see me tho other day,
and the result of her visit was well,
It has made a lot of trouble. What
I'm going to say you mustn't tell
soul least of all your wife."
"Tou oan trust me."
"To begin with, who Is the man with
the long little finger that she told ma
about?"
"Why, that's Grocner." answered
Bonueton simply.
"Crooner? Oh, her cousin?"
"Yes.."
"I'm Interested, -because I have a
collection of plaster bands at my
bouse, and there's one with a long lit
tle finger that the candle girl noticed.
Is her cousin's little finger really very
long?"
"It's pretty long." said Bonneton. "1
used to think It had been stretched In
some machine. You know he's a wood
carver" "Bouneton." continued the detective
mysteriously. "I don't know whether
it's from her dream or in some other
way. but that girl knows things that
that she has no business to know."
Then, briefly and Impressively. Co
quenll told of the extraordinary reve
latious that Alice had made not only
to him. but to the director of the
Snnte prison. She's possessed of dan
gerous knowledge, and 1 want to kuow
where she got It. I want to know all
about this girl."
Bonneton shook his head. "We knot$
very little nbour her. und the queer
thing Is she seems to luiow very little
about herself. I believe she Is per
fectly honest., Anyhow, her cousin Is
a stupid fellow. He comes on from
Brussels every five or six months and
spends two night with us never more,
never less. He eats his meals, attends
to bis commissions for woodcarvlng.
tnkes Alice out once in the afternoon
or evening, gives my wife tbe money
for ber board, and that's all. For Ave
years It's been the same'. I've noticed
she's nervous just before his visits nnd
sort of sad after them. My wife says
tbe girl has her worst dreams then."
"I have It!" Coquenll exclaimed
presently. "Tell me about this man
Francois."
"Francois?" answered the sacristan
In surprise. "Why. ho helps me with
the night work here, ne takes two
meals with us a day."
"Ah! Do you think he would like to
make a hundred francs by doing noth
ing? .And .Vou would like to make
500?" .
"Five hundred francs?" cried Bonne
ton. "Don't be afraid," laughed the other.
"When do you expect the wood
carver?" "He'll be here next Wednesday."
"Next Wednesday." reflected Coque
nll. "He always comes when be says
he will?" ,
"Always. He's as regular as clock
work." "And . he spends two nights with
you?"
"Yes."
"That will be Wednesday night nnd
Thursday night of next week?"
"Yes."
"Good! Now I'll show you how
you're going to make thl3 money. 1
wnut Francois to have a little vaca
tion.1 He looks tired.' I want him to go
into the country on Tuesday and stffy
until Friday."
"And bis work Who will do his
work?'
Coquenll tapped his breast.
"I will take Francois' place. I'll be
the best .assistant you ever had, and I
shall enjoy Mother Bonneton's cook
ing. None of them will know me. You
won't know mo yourself."
"Ah, I see," nodded the old man
wisely. "You will have a disguise."
"I shall come on Tuesday. When do
you want me?"
"At it o'clock," answered the sacrls
Ian doubtfully.-' "But whot shall 1 say
If nny one asks me about It?"
"Suy Francois was sick and you got
your old friend Mnttbleu to replace
him for a few days. I'm Mntthieu!"
"You wouldn't get me luto trouble.
M. Paul?" be appealed weakly.
"Papa Bonneton." nnswered Coque
nll earnestly, "have J ever shown you
anything but friendship? When old
Max died and you asked the to lend
you Caesar I did it, didn't I? And you
know what Caesar is to me. I love
that dog." t
M. Paul held out his hand frankly,
and tbe sacristan took It with emotion
"That settles It," bo murmured. "I
ncvr doubted you."
"Then It's understood. Tuesday, at
0. your friend Matthleu will be hero to
replace Francois." The detective rose
to go. He moved toward the door.
yOb. I forgot about the dog. Tignol
will come for bin) Tuesday morulug
with n Hue from me. I shall want
Caesar In the afternoon, but I'll bring
him back Ut 0."
"All right," uodded tbe sacristan,
"no'll be ready. Au revoir until Tues
day." "Things are marching along." smiled
Coquenll some minutes later to Papa
Tignol ns they rolled along toward
the Eastern railway station. "You
know what you havo to do. And I
know what I have to do. We meet
Tuesday at noon near tho Auteuil sta
tion beneath the first arch .of the via
duct" Coquonil bad certainly chosen tho
busiest end of Paris for his meeting
with Papa Tignol,
Their rendezvous was at noon, but
two hours earlier Tignol took tbe train
at tbe St. Lazaro station. And with
him came Caesar such a changed, un
recognizable Caesar! Poor dog! Ill
beautiful, glossy coat of brown and
white bad been clipped to ridiculous
shortness, and be' croucbcdat tbe old
man's feet in evident humiliation.
"It was a shame, old fellow," said
Tignol consolingly, "but wo bad to
obey orders, eb? Never mind, it will
grow out again."
Leaving the train at Autcull. they
walked down the Rue' la Fontaine to
a tavern near the Rue Mozart, where
tbe old man left Caesar In chargo of
the proprietor, a friend of bis. It was
now a quarter to 11, and Tignol spent
the next hour riding back and forth on
the circular railway between Auteuil
and. various other stations. He did
this because Coquenll had charged
him to be suro he was not followed,
Finally, after an amusing adventure,
he met Coqaenll. who had disguised
himself so cleverly as to deceive oven
Papa Tignol, himself. Going to a room
In tho Rub Poussin, Coquenll changed
bin disguise very materially, while Ti
gnol gave blm tho latest news from
his mother, who sent word that she
was praying for his safety. Tignol
later went out and procured the dog
Caesar. The men then walked In the
Bols toward Pussy, and Coquenll re
counted important discoveries he had
made In Brussels regarding Grocner,
the woodcarver.
"I saw tho place whero ho boards,
this Adolf Groencr. in fact, 1 stop
ped there, and 1 talked to tho woman
who runs it, a sharp eyed young wid
ow with a smooth tongue, and 1 saw
the place where hu works. It's a
woodcarvlng shop, all right, and 1
talked to the men there. Papa Ti
gnol," bo srild Impressively, "they all
tell a simple story. His name Is
Adolf Groener. Ho does live In Brus
sels, nnd the widow who runs the
boarding house knows all about this
girl Alice.
"Theu something happened." went
on the famous detective. "You see. I
was waiting In the parlor of this
boarding house for the widow to bring
me my bill, and 1 happened to glance
at a photograph she bad shown me
when I first came, a picture of Alice
and herself, taken five years ago. when
Alice was twelve years old. There
was no doubt about the girl, and It
was a good llkeuess of tbe widow. I
now noticed that It bad no photogra
pher's name on it, which Is unusual,
and It seemed to me there was some
thing queer about the girl's hand. I
went to the window and was studying
"rou cow aiids! you have killed in
doo I"
the picture with my magnifying 'glnss
when I. heard the woman's step out
side, so 1 slipped it into my. pocket.
"As soon as I was outside I jumped
into a cab and drove to the princi
pal photographers In Brussels. There
were throe of tbem, und at each place
I showed this picture -and asked how
much It would cost to copy It. The
first two were perfectly businesslike,
but tbe third mun gave a little start
and looked at me In an odd way, 1
made up my mind be bad seen tho pic
ture before, but couldn't get anything
out of him. From here I drove
straight to police headquarters - and
bad a talk with the chief, An hour
luter that photographer was ready to
tell me tbe Innermost secrets of bis
soul. He told me be made this plcturo
of Alice and tbe widow only six weeks
ago."
"Six weeks ago!" stared tho, other.
"But the widow told you it was taken
I five years ago. uesiues, aiico wasn't
in Brussels sir weeks ago. was she?"
"Of course not. Tbe plcturo was a
fake, made from a genuine one of
Alice and a lady, perhaps her mother.
This photographer had blotted out tho
lady and printed In the widow with
out chancing the pose. It's a slmplo
trick In photography."
"You snw the genuine picture?"
"Of course that Is. I saw a repro
duction of it which the photographer
made on his own nccount. He suspect
ed some crooked work, and he didn't
like the man who gave him the order."
"You mean the woodcarver?"
Coqueull shrugged bis shoulders.
Call him a woodcarver. call hlra what
you like: be didn't go to the photog
rapher In his woodcarver disguise. He
wont ns a gentleman In n great hurry
and willing to pay any price for the
work."
"And the smooth young widow lied?"
"Lied!" snapped the detective sav
agely. "I should say she did,"
Then." cried Tignol excitedly "then
Groeuer Is not n woodcarver?"
"lie may be a woodcarver, but he's a
great deal more. He he"- Coquenll
hesitated, and then, with eyes blazing
and nostrils dilating, be burst out:
"If I know anything about my busi
ness bo's tbe man wbo gave tue that
left banded Jolt under tho heart. He's
tbe mau who choked your shrimp
photographer. He's tbe man who kilt
ed Martinez!"
"Name of a tiow dogt" muttered
Tignol.
Ce,nenll wont on, "He Isn't nor
ouln. uud she Im't Alice, sad be will
bo at Bonhctou's house tomorrow."
"Whn-at?"
"Her tin mo is Mary, and be Is her
stepfather."
"How do you know'that?"
Coquenll smiled. "I found an in
scription on the back of that Brussels
photograph I mean the genuine one.
It was hidden under a hinged support,
and Groencr must bavo overlooked It
That was bis second great mistake
It read. To my dear husband. Raoul,
from hla devoted wife, Margaret, and
ber little Mary.' You notice It says
iier little Mary. That one word throws
a flood of light on this case. Tho
child was not his tittle Mary."
"I see. I sec," reflected the old man.
"And Alice? Does she know that
that she Isn't Alice?" ,
"No."
"Seo here." suddenly said Coquenll;
"we're talked too much. You must
hurry back to Alice. Better take an
auto. And, remember, Papa Tignol,"
ho added in final warning, "there is
nothing so Important as to guard this
girl."
A few moments later, with Caesar
bounding happily at his side, M. Paul
entered the quieter paths of the great
.park. With the dog at his heels M
Paul turned his steps toward a beauti
ful cool glade. Here bo came Into
plnln view of a company of ladles and
gentlemen who. having witnessed tbe
review, had chosen this delightful spot
for luncheon. They wero evidently
rich and fashionable people, for they
'had come as a coaching party on a
very smart break, with four beautiful
horses, nnd some in n flashing red and
bluck automobile that was now drawn
up beside the larger vehicle. Coque
nil's Interest was heightened when he
overheard a passing couple say that
these were the guests of no less a per
son than the Duke of Montreull, whose
lavish entertainments were the talk of
Paris.
So they went on together, master
and dog. nnd were passing around on
.the far side of the coaching party
when suddenly Caesar began to nose
the ground excitedly. Then, running
to his master, he "stood with eager
eyes, as If urging some pursuit.
The detective observed the dog In
surprise. Was this some foolish whim
to follow a squirrel or a rabbit? It
wasn't like Cnesnr.
"Come." come," ho reasoned with
friendly chiding; "don't be n baby."
Caesar growled In vigorous protest
and. darting away, began circling the
ground before blm, back and forth.
In widening curves,' ns Coquenll had
taught him.
M, Paul wns puzzled. Evidently
there wns a scent here, but what
scent? He had made no experiments
with Caesar slnco tho night of tbe
crime, when tbe dog bad taken the
scent of thepistol and found the alley
way footprints. But that was ten
days ago. The dog could not still be
on that snme scent. Impossible. Then,
deciding quickly, bo gavo tho word
"Cherche!" 1
On through the woods went Cncsar,
nose down, tail rigid, following tho
scent, moving1 carefully among the
trees nnd once or twlco losing the
trail, but quickly Uncling It again, and
presently, ns he reached more open
ground, running ahead swiftly, straight
toward the coaching party. Coquenll
realized the danger and called loudly
to the dog, but his voice was drowned
by the cries of ladles on tho break,
who, seeing the bounding animal,
screamed their fright. The dog was
flying full at the break, eyes fixed.
body tense, nnd now. with a splendid
effort, he was actually burling him
self through the air when among the
confused figures on tho coach a man
leaned forward suddenly. Thcro was
a Rhnrp report, and then Coquenll saw
Caesar fall back to the ground.
"My dog, ray. dog!" ho cried, coming
up to tbe stricken creature.
One glance showed tbero wns noth
ing to be done. Tbe bullet bad crash
ed Into the broad breast In front of
the left shoulder, and It was all over
with Cndsnr.
"You- cowards!" flung out the heart
sick man. "You have killed my dog!"
Then some ono on the break said,
"We had better move along, hadn't wo.
Raoul?"
"Yes," agreed another. "What a
beastly bore!"
I. ,
CHAPTER XV.
run wooncAiiVEu.
npjHE woodcarver kept his ap
I polntment tbe next day at the
I Bouuetous'. More than that.
' he seemed In excellent spirits.
and ns he sat down to Mother Bon
neton's modest luncheon he nodded
good nnturedly to .Mntthieu. the sub
stitute watchman, wbbtn the sacristan
Introduced.
The woodcarver had thick brown
hair, a short yellowish mustache and
a close cut brownish beurd. He was
dressed, like a superior worklngmnn.
in a flannel shirt, a rough blue suit,
oil stained and dust sprinkled, and ho
wore thick soled boots. The detective
was forced to admit that if this was
a disguise It was the most admirable
one he had ever seen.
During the meal Groener talked free
ly, speaking with a slight Belgian ae
cont, but fluently enough. He seemed
to have u naive spirit of drollery.
M. Paul marveled at the man's self
possewilnn. Not a tone or n glance or
a muscle betrayed ilm. It wuk mar
velous acting, an extraordinary make
up, but this wus his man, all right.
There was the long little linger plain
ly visible, the Identical finger of his
seventeenth century east.
Tho woodcarver went on to express
delight at being back in Pari3, where
his work would keop hlra three or
four days. Buslnesii was brisk, thank
heaven, with an oxtraordlnary demand
for old sideboards with carved panels
of the Louis XV. period, which they
turned out by the dozen ha, ba, bu In
the Brussols shop. Across the table
Matthleu showed his appreciation of
this trick In art catering, and he made
bold to ask M. Groener If tbero would
be any chatter for a man like hlamwlf
In a wopttcurvliijc shop. His pnwotit
Job at Notre Dume was for only n fen-days.
"I'll help you with pleasure," ho said.
"But today I on Joy myself. This aft
ernoon I escort my pretty cousin Alice
to hear somo music."
Slnco the meal began Alice had
scarcely spoken, but had sat looking
down at her plate save at certain mo
ments when she would lift her eyes
suddenly and fix them on Grocner
with a strange, half frightened ex
pression. "You are very kind, Cousin Adolf,"
she answered timidly, "but I'm not
feeling well, today."
Tho girl hesitated, and Mother Bon
neton put In harshly: "I'll tell ya.
She's fretting' about that American
who was sent to prison. ,A good rid
anco It was."
'Stop!" cried Alice.
"'No. no! PJl tell It oil. (Y?hcn a
ciri slips away from her work at the
church and g(56s to see a man like
Paul Coquenll"
"Have you never heard of Paul Co
quenll?" smiled Matthleu, kicking Papa
Bonneton warnlngly under the table.
Groener answered with perfect sim
plicity: "No wonder you shille, M.
Matthleu. But think how far away
from -Paris 1 live! Besides, 1 want
this to bo a happy day. Come, littlo
cousin; you shall tell me all about It
when wo nre out together. Run along
now and .put on your nice dress and
hat"
Alice rose from the table, deathly
white. It seemed to Coquenll that her
eyes met his in desperate appeal, nnd
then, with a glance at Grocner, half of
submission, half of defiance, she left
the room.
Matthleu bowed politely and, ..follow
ed by the sacristan, went out.
"Now, Bonneton." ordered the detec
tive sharply when they were in the
lower hallwuy. "1 want you to qo right
across to Notre Dame, and when you
get to tbe door take your bat off and
stand there for a minute or so fanning
yourself. Then Tignol, who's watch
ing in one of these doorways, will
come across and join you. Tell him
to bo ready to move any minute now.
ne'd better loaf around tho corner of
the church untll.be gets a signal from
me. I'll wait here. Now, go on."
"I'm going. M. Paul; I'm going,"
obeyed Bonueton, And bo hurried
away.
Coquonil saw Alice hurrying toward
him, tense with somo eager purpose.
"Oh. M. Matthleu!" exclaimed tho
girl In apparent surprise. "1 know who
you are. You are M. Coquenll,'! now
whispering.
"Docs be know?"
Tho girl's bands closed convulsively.
She stammered these singular words:
"lie knows everything."
"Is he plaunlug something?"
For a moment Alice hesitated, biting
her red lips. Then, with n quick im
pulse, sho lifted her dark eyes to Co
quenll. "I must tell you. I have no
one else to tell, nnd I nm so distressed,
so so afraid." She caught his bands
pleadingly In hers, and bo felt that
they were icy cold.
"Ho's planning to take mo away
away from Paris. I overheard him
just now telling Mother Bonneton to
pack my trunk. If bo takes me away
I I may never come back."
"See here you trust mo?" asked tho
detective.
"Oh. yes!" .
"You'll do exactly what I tell you?"
"1 will," sho declared.
"Now, listen." Aud, speaking slow
ly and distinctly, tbe detective gave
Alice precise Instructions; then be
went over them again, point by point.
"Are you sure you understand?" be
asked finally.
"Yes, 1 understand, and I will do
what you tell mo. but" Sho shook
ber head anxiously. "You don't know,
you can't understand, what a" she
stopped as if searching for a word
"what a wicked man he Is."
"I understand a littlo," answered
Coquenll gravely.
It was about 2 o'clock, and under a
dazzling sun the trees and buildings
of the squaro were outlined on tho as
phalt in sharp black shadows. Co
quenll took out bis watch and proceed
ed to wind it slowly, at which a beg
gar dragged himself lazily out of his
cool corner and limped across the
street.
"A little charity. klnd gentleman,"
ho whined ns he came nearer.
And n moment later Coquenll and
the beggar, wbo was Papa Tignol,
were talking earnestly near tho door
keeper's lodge, i
Meantime Alice, with new life In
her heart, was putting on ber best
dress and hat, as Groencr had bidden
her, and presently she Joined her cous
in in tbe salon, whero ho sat smoking
a cheap cigar and finishing his talk
with Mother Bonneton.
"What timo is It?" she asked Groe
ner. Ho looked at his watch. "Twenty
minutes to 3."
"Would you mind very much if we
didn't titurt until five' or ten minutes
past 3? I've been troubled about dif
ferent things lately, so 1 spoke to Fa
ther Anselm yesterday, aud he said I
might come to blm today at a qunrter
to 3 for confoBsIon."
"Will it make you feel happier?"
"Oh, yes, much happier!"
"All right." ho uodded. "I'll wait"
"Thank you. I'll hurry right back.
I'll bo here by ten minutes past 3."
He eyed her keenly, "You needn't
troublo to come back. I'll go to tho
church with you."
Thcro was nothing more to say, and
a few minutes Inter Allco, anxious
eyed, entered Notro Dame, followed by
tbo woodcarver,
"Will you wait here, cousin, by my
littlo tablo?" she asked sweetly.
"You seem anxious to get rid of me,"
bo smiled.
"No, no," she protested. "I thought
this chair would be moro comforta
ble." (To be Continued, i
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Because a good, conservative, woll managed,, strong hank hclpa
Its town, and helps It's clients', and wa should like to help you.
We Bhould value somo of your business.
United States National Bank
Salem, Oregon
County aud City Depository.
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printed verses Hero
YOU NEEDN'T BE AFRAID
That wo will upsot your house when
wo como to do tho plumbing work
you want done. Wo don't rip up tho
floors or batter down walls just to
mako tho job lcok like a big one. Wo
make as littlo "muss ' as possible, do
our work quickly and get away as
soon as wo can. Think you'd llko
that kind of plumbing?
GRABER BROS. i
Telephone Main E50. J
R in 19 n. m. n
JUDGING IIY APPEARANCES
Of couruo ovorybody docs that, and
Laundry Work can't bo judged any
other way, Everything subjected to
our artlatio treatment comes out na
cloan as n polished surface, as clear
as crystal and as bright as a sum
mor's day. Articles washed proper
ly last twlco as long and look twen
ty times better than goods badly
laundried. Wo make choap Jabrle
masquerade for somothing hotter.
SALEM LAUNDHY 00,;
Phone 28. J 80.100 South Liberty St,
THE YOUNG HOUSEKEEPER
Will do well to como hero for her
moats. As we handle only cholco
beef, mutton, lamb, poultry, etc., sho
will bo suro of. getting good moat.
An wo don't out off moro than la
wantod just to mako a, bigger sale,
she won't be buying wastefully.
Those are not tmd things for ohlor
bousekeepwe- to know, either.
M. O. CHOSfl a sov.