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KTOHT ui P4PTTA1. JOURNAL. SALRTV1.' ORKOON. SATURDAY. JAN. 8. 191fi. THE NEW ADVENTURES OF " J. RUFUS WallingforD By . GEORGE RANDOLPH CHESTER, f Creator of "Walling-ford," and CHARLES W. GODDARO Read the story and then ! see the moving pictures Copyright, MIS, by the 8tr Com- I pany. All Foreign Right! Reserved. ,. X rv . . nil i ueieaive osacKie WW T LftL'NK cliceks," demanded a muscular faced boy as he deposited tlio liand luggage of the two travelers In the faded blue bus. "Be careful of that bluck wardrobe,". warned J. liufus Wulllngford. "I think there's a hinge loose." "All right," answered the boy, deeply grieved. "I'll write that on my report." Ho was embellished with a green ' baud on his faded blue cap; a yellow blinded man, with a ladder under his arm, crossed, the. station platform and fixed an electric light bulb. "Don't you get It?" laughed Blackle Daw. " 'TIS n political Job. The oth er one Is the ofllclnl bulb fixer, and hero comes the ofllclal bus driver, I've Been municipal ownership towns, Jim, but this one must be the limit." "That means there Isn't a live dollur la the burg," regretted Walllngford, and, with some disfavor, ho viewed (ho approach of the ofllclnl bus driver, who wore a blue band on his cap and - carried a grin full of holes. "I'm afraid the girls are ugalnst a dead one this time." "Good evening, gents," hailed the tooth shy officer. "I got two good, seats left la the grand stand," and he produced a pair of faded blue paste boards from which the printing had long since worn nwny. "I reckon most of the counellmon have sold their reg ular scats by this time, but these Is Rood; front row, right next to the of llclnl box." "We're In luck, Jim," declared Bluckle, Inspecting the penciled numbers on the tickets and slipping them Into his pock et. "I was nfnild we wouldn't get wits at all. By tho way, sergeunt, what nre thoy-for?" ' "Hy, don't you know?" Inquired the driver In surprise. "It's the regular Saturday night festival. Why, people ooino from miles around, from all these Minimer resorts and health cures to see the llreworks. The city council makes heap of money off of 'em. Tho wholo courthouse stops Is covered with a grandstand, that's left there winter mid summer." "And what might your business be?" asked the officeholder, looking back with cordial Interest "Hush!'' warned Illacklo In a hoarse whisper, and, leaning forward, he con fided, "We are detectives!" "Do anything I can for you," offered (lie driver so husilly that ho forgot to whisper. "I don't reckon there's ntiy bocly In towu teller posted than me." "Iielng an ollleliil suspector, 1 sus pected as much," returned Iilackle, keenly Interested. "There Is a man In this town who goes nwny every Utile while, it n il no one knows where ho goes or why." "Henry Closby!" nfllrmed the driver, villi a promptness which shocked ISlnckle, for ho hud only talked at whimsical random, forgetting that In every town there Is nt least one man whose unexplained goings and comings mo mi aggravation and an Insult. "Describe that man!" demanded Itlncklu with professional poreuiptorl ll ess. "Well," obeyed the driver carefully end accurately, "Henry Closby la a bachelor about five foot nine, fair to inlddllu' heavy set, dresses like a dude, Iiiih a pink fuce, wears fancy eyeglasses Willi a little dingus like a spring tape measure to wind tip tho siring, has blue eyes and shiny black bulr and lienrd and mustache. Ho keeps the general store." "Not the party," declared Blackle de jectedly and with an honest Impulse to clear the unknown Closby from tin Just suspicion. Then his whimsical nature came uppermost again, and la spile of himself ho added, "Uuless be "disguises." . - "By Jinks, I never thought of that!" exclaimed the driver, struck by the startling supposition. "Whiskers Is the easiest dlsgitlso there Is, I reckon." As Bluckle' registered at the ofllclal hotel under the fiat eye of the official Innkeeper ho glanced across at the op poslio puge, which carried the names of the arrivals .of four days past. There they were, three names In a neat, firm band-Mistress Patty War den, Miss Violet Warden, Miss Fanny Warden. Rooms 7, 28 and 29. As soon as the men were straight ened In their own apartments they tiptoed along the hall to the door of 27 null knocked. "Hist!" said Bluckle as the door open ed, and the blue eyes of Violet and the brown eyes of Fanny widened with , astonishment as they saw before them a lean and lank gentleman with white hnlr, black uiustacho, yellow sideburns and a red coatee. "ISlnckle!" gasped Violet, ' regaining her breath and shuklng hands delight edly with bint, while big Jim Wulllng ford turned to Fanny Warden with tho warm friendliness which had been growing between them since the men had volunteered to recover the lost fortune of the beautiful Warden or phans. "Before we leave this town, little VI, we'll collect the $40,000 which the city of Spanglervlllo stole from your es tate." And Violet's blue eyes softened as he looked in at them. "We' were out and looked nt the property width Spanglervlllo confiscat ed for Mr. Falls and his clique right after tho death of Mr. Warden," ob served Aunt Tatty Indignantly. "It must .be. worth a hundred thousand dollars to the railroad." "If wo. get the original valuation of $10,000 and our expenses we'll cnll It square," returned Walllngford. "Hand us some information." And as he look ed nt the blank and discouraged faces of the three ladles he chuckled. "Don't seem to be any." "How could there be?" demanded Violet "Why, there's only one regu lar person In the place." "Hist!" loudly whispered Blackle and lerked the red gO"tee from the door- J r.:u -i -, n . tv v m . i . "K I.,-;. 'i Vfc V. in mil? IIX The Blue Eyes of Violet and the Brown Eyes of Fanny Widened With Aston ishment. knob. "I know that man!" He stuck tho goateo on bis chin! ' "Henry Closby 1" . "Henry Closby!" repealed I he three ladles In nmn.eiuent. 1 "Detective stuff," 'grinned Bluckle. "Get on your shawls, girls, and we'll have a municipal dinner and a mimic! pal show." t e Henry Closby was alone in his store on Sunday morning, taking un Invoice of his goods, when they called on hlui, and ho cainc. forward to meet them with the engaging air of a mini who Is quite sure of himself. ' "Wo don't want ' a thing In the world," snld Blackle, genuinely grate ful. "I owe you nn apology for start ing some gossip tibout you." "It cuu't hurt mo," ho said, very much to both Blnckle's and Waiting ford's relief. "The town wasn't so bad, though, till a long haired fellow converted Ihe place to public owner ship." "A little soft music and I'll tell you Iho story," offered Wulllngford, with a chuckle. "First they coullscnted the electric light plant, tho Warden prop erty, the gooseberry Industry und the ax handle factory; then they bought Iho mortgago on your father's hotel and foreclosed." "You must be detectives, ufter all," wondered Closby. "Of course they've been offering you all sorts of information." "You go to Chicago every two weeks!'' whispered Blackle hoarsely. Closby threw buck his head and laughed heartily, though he looked much concerned nevertheless. "Naturally they'd tell you that the first thing," but he did not explain- It. "What else?" ' "You buy a pound of orris root at a lime," Biuckie accused; "and you tuko a fresh pound to Chicago with you. LIsteu! I know your secret Tho wa ter Is hard lit Spanglei'vlUel'1 "Good sleuthing," approved Closby. "You burn lights in your window till after inldnlglitl Your suit case Is yel low, and your handbag is brown! You ship wooden boxes to New York, and you go to Clilcagol" rattled Blackle. "Well, 111 be"- Closby begnu, with a sudden burst of anger, which be as quickly checked. "I'vo done the wont possible to the town, I guess," he declared. "I've made money In spite of them nnd with out their knowledge," and' his eyes rest-, ed on a padlocked tlo, box standing on his safe. "I've Just sold my store, and I'm going away." Presently he over came a certain dlllldent hesitation, -unlocked the boi aud drew from It a grotesque terra cot I a cast. . ".Maybe you've seen these things?." he . re marked. "Tho Lost Dog!" exclaimed 'both Blackle and Walllngford with delight It was a weird tittle caricature, which at first mude one want to laugh, but gradually It emanated In some sub tle way all the pathetic wilfulness of a mislaid, half frightened, altogether hopeless, soft eyed friend of the fami ly, and It made one evidently wish to go right out aud adopt a stray cur. It hud swept lite country in us various forms of clay, plaster aud bronze, and It was for wile in every shop window from confectionery stores to cigar stands. Women and children demand ed one ut sight, nnd men of all de grees, cub drivers, lawyers und shoe clerks kept one close to their smoking materials. . "Are you Interested Ifl the market lug of It?" asked tho studiously in quisitive Wulllngford. "I tnado It," stated Closby quite mod estly enough and smiling affectionately on his own handiwork. "1 seem to have a knack for this kind of thing. I've modeled a lot of things out of the clay from my back yard, but this dog Is the only one which has been largely successful." Before they went out to dinner Wal llngford picked up a gorgeously Inlaid checkerboard and "hefted" it lu sur prise. "I thought that was glass mosaic, but It's us light as wood!" he ex claimed. "Another little side Issue of mine," said Closby carelessly. "It's a trans parent mixture, something like cellu loid, but Is wuler proof, llreproof and almost scratch proof."- "Have you, done much with It?" In quired Walllngford quickly, nnd he ex amined the checkerboard again with keen Interest. "Not a thing," returned Closby. "How much will you take for your patents on this thing?" "Make me an offer." . "Will you give tho Warden estate everything we get you over $5,000?" "I'll give It to anybody you say," re turned Closby, puzzled. "It's a bargain. Closby, yoli wouldn't mind helping saw off something on the city of Spanglervlllo, would you?" Henry Closby grinned. "If I could play a mean, contempt! blc, low down trick on this towu be fore I go I'd die hnppyl" The fiat eyed proprietor hlmselt brought the Ice water to Blackle Daw's room. There It was, sure enough, the thing the chambermaid and tho bell boy hud reported a big, black box on a camera tripod, with a twin lens In front and a mass of wheels and levers uud pulley belts on the side. The pro prietor, Ice water in hand, looked at It until his eyes bulged. "What Is that dingus?" he asked of the tall, solemn gentleman with the pale blue whiskers, who stood at the window with a telescope In his hand, looking out through the small end. "It's a slenthograph," reported De tective Daw. "Look lu." Ice water still In hand, the proprietor looked into the sleutbogrupli, nnd be fore his widening gaze a silver dollar slid out from u hoje In a black velvet background nnd slid up out or sight la Ihe top of the box. "Gosh!" nmltercd the proprietor and Jerked, back ns lie found Blackle Daw looking solemnly In nt tho lenses ovci Ills shoulders. "What docs Hint mean?' Detective S. Holmes placed a long, leun finger to his right temple and thought He added a long, lean linger to his left temple and thought. "It meuits that some one in this town la making money In secret" "Gosh!" gnsped the proprietor. "Who do you suppose?" "The sleulhograph is working on that right now," replied Detective 8. fJi 1 , 9 "It's a sleuthograph," reported Detec tive Daw. "Look in." Holmes. "It reads tho suit, the moon nnd tho stars and possesses all the se crets of the seventh book of Moses uud all the wisdom of the seventh son of a seventh son. Hist! Look!" Down across the velvet' background of the Hleuthogrripb slipped a while letter and rested ut the bottom of the box, and that letter was the letter II." "Gosh! Where's the rest of II?" "Coming!" replied the blue whisker ed detective excitedly. "The next let ter Bhould be here In ten or fifteen minutes. Mnyhe nil of the nnuie." For only nu Instant tho proprietor's Bat eyes Blared, J lien suddenly he sluiuuied down the pitcher of Ice wa ter uud dashed out of the room, Bluckle Daw hurried to the connect ing door and throw It open. ... "For the love of Mike, Jim, It works!" lie exclaimed!, choking ' with laughter. "These hicks wll swallow anything. Send the girls over, quick, to post Closby!" "I rau't believe It." chuckled Wal tlngford. "I guess the girls hud belter come back anil corroborate, so there won't be any lilteU." "Finer agreed Blackle. "I shall wear purple." Rlackle bad hardly more than ad Justed Ihe curllna purple whiskers than there was knock on his. door. The proprietor was buck 'again, and with him were the' uiayor .and' three city counellmen-Mr. Boylcr, Mr. Kerr aud Mr. Scorpio?.-. . v r t - v ' - v "4 "Any more letters down?" excitedly demanded the mayor. "Hist!" returned :the purple detec tive. "I haven't looked." "There's nn 'E aud -an 'N' after the H!'" huskily reported City Council man Kerr. "Henry, I bet you!" A mad scramble ensued In front of tho lens, and mnd excitement ensued as an "It" dropped down. "Henry Closby, I bet you I" guessed the mayor. "Walt, gentlemen," counseled the solemn detective. "It may not be true." And he held the "Y" of "nEN RY" .for fully five minutes, while he listened intently at the ball door. At last there was a rustle and a sup pressed giggle, and Blacklo touched the push button on the back of a chair, and tho letter "Y" fell down, then"a "C" and nu "L." Walllngford tiptoed Into the room during the tension of that great mo- I .1 3 - & i Blackie's Actions Were So Openly Mye terioue. mcnt nud slipped n little white note Into Blackie's hand and elbowed bis wny lu front of the lens for a peep at the sleuthograph. "It is as we suspected," he an nounced, nnd Just then there clattered down tho letters "0" "S" "B" "Y." "Gosh!" breathed tho proprietor. "Henry Closby! I said so!" Indig nantly stated tho mayor. In the evening as soon ns it was properly dark Blacklo made him a musk out of tho bluo cambric, went back through the brickyard, climbed up on Closby's high board fence nnd sat there smoking through a hole In Ills mask, absolutely motionless other wise, for n solid hour, whilo the popu laco qulverlugly watched. Blacklo's actions were so openly mys terious that Mayor Sawberry himself camo to Wulllngford In protest on Wednesday morning. "Your man Holmes Is mighty enre less about his disguises," ho complain ed nfter hnvlug duly Introduced him self. "Henry Closby's bound to know who he Is and what he's hanging around for." "Exactly," declared Walllngford "My assistant's actions may seem strange to you nnd to Spanglervlllo no doubt" "But what good does It do?" persist ed the mayor. : "Look ut this loiter," Insisted Wal llngford calmly. Ho handed Mayor Sawberry a letter bearing the business card of B. F. Tut tlo and addressed to Henry Closby The mayor opened that letter with uo more compunction than If it had been an advertisement addressed to himself He read as follows: My Donr Mr. Closby I take pleasure In calling your attention to the fnct that your royalties nre steadily Increasing, be ing 2,!23.4i for tills month, nn Increase of nearly $110 over last month and ot over L"X) nbovo tho month previous, your lat est shipment looks very promlslnK. Uy the way, I think you had better send me a sample of the Spanglervlllo city water tor analysis. The mayor laid down that letter on tho tnblo before him nud viewed It with bulging eyes. "He's been using the city wnlcr!" ho puffed. "Exactly," agreed Walllngford, In spectlng the absorbed mayor with scant liking. "Your water possesses some dcllcate'clienilcnl properly which makes It highly valuable to Mr. Closby In a secret process of art manufacture. This letter shows Just how valuable." Tho new letter was from a New York bank, and the muyor opened It with fingers which' trembled from Indlgnu tlon. It read: My Dear Mr. Closby As per your re quest, we Inclose herewith nn Itemized slatcment of the amounts deposited with us to your credit by your agent, Mr. Tut tie. We trust Hint, by comparing this with your duplicate deposit ellps, you will be ablo to locate the alight discrepancy between your estimated balance and oura Wlllilu, on a long folded slip and compiled by an adding machine, was a statement of steadily growing month ly deposits, extending back over three years and totaling to over $10,000, mostly Invested In bonds. To say that Mr. Sawberry was horrl fied Is putting It mildly. "And we trusted (hut man!" he de clared in sorrowful anger. "What does he mnuufttcture?' Impressively Walllngford produced from behind the bureau the Illuminat ed checkerboard nnd placed It before the mayor. By Its side he set an eb ony box, its lid and sides apparently Inlaid with glass, in elaborate Louis Quluzo decorations. The mayor's . sorrowful indignation Increased. "And he never showed these things to Spanglervlllo 1" he com plalued bitterly. "Never once," agreed Walllngford. "Why, these things could have been made the city Industry nnd a great at traction at your Saturday festivals. All your unemployed people could have become artists and the city council grown rich from their well paid labor on this beautiful glazed Inlay." A nervous little dark skinned man was In the store with nenry Closby aud concentrated, with penny pursu ing intensity, on books, invoices, bills and receipts when a committee of four members of tbo city council, including the mayor, entered with much pomg and ceremony. . In deference to his official capacity Mr. Boylcr hud Mr. Kerr and Mr. Scor- plue allowed Mayor Sawberry to take up a position about two feet In front of them, and, In solemn array, hats held formally across their left wrists, they awaited tho attention of the pro prietor. Mr. Closby came forward with scant graclousness. "Well?" ho demanded peremptorily. The mayor cleared his throat "We represent Spanglervllle, the people and the city council," he began sonorously nnd looked back at his followers to see if they were properly supporting him. His eye was attracted Immedi ately to one of tho show windows, however, against the pane of which was flatly pressed tbo nose of a face otherwise entirely concealed by a radi ating pink beard of the most inflam matory anarchistic type. Needless to say, that face was Blacklo Daw's. 'Very well," responded Mr. Closby, his gaze also roving to tho face In the window, each eye of which at that moment successively winked shut 'It lias come to tho cars of the city council that you have found the city water of use, necessity und profit in an art manufacture known ns glazed Inlay. Is this allegation true? "It has also come to tho curs of this body," went oh the . mayor, ".that you hnve mndo over $10,000 from this pat ent In less than three years and that you ro taking iu from it over $25,000 a year. Is this allegation true?" "I refuse to answer." "Y'ou don't need to," retorted the mayor wnrmly. "The city council has absolute proof." It was almost Im possible not to look agnln at thut show window, but Mayor Sawberry accom plished It and gazed stonily out through the back door at Ihe high board fence. "Now, the city council, which only wants Its rights, Mr. Closby, has de cided on this: It will take over the manufacture of the glazed Inlay, make It a municipal enterprise, charge you nothing for tho use of our valua ble resource und pay you a fair and reasonable royalty on the output. The question before us for dispassionate nnd friendly argument Is, What Is the least royalty that will satisfy you?" A fond light kindled In Henry Clos by'3 eyes. ' "I have been waiting for this happy moment," ho gayly Informed them. "You may havo it. It will cost you exactly $00,000; no more, no less. Thnnklng you ono nnd all for your kind attention, I bid you a plcusant good morning." Tho mayor and the committee were speechless with rage, surprise and if , "We represent Spanglerville, the people and the city eounoil," the mayor said. many other emotions too complicated to assort Somo vigorous denunciation might nevertheless have come from somo of them if there had not appear ed at. that moment above the. board fence a face wearing yellow Dun dreary's a foot long and a pair of huge bluo goggles. Kecdless to say, that face belonged to Blackle Daw, and the mayor was so disconcerted by the sight that, with a parting puff of bis checks, bo turned nnd stalked rapidly out of tho store, followed by the entire committee. They were not to escape so easily, however, for Just at tho corner of the alley the tireless detective, now wear ing a flawless Vandyke, met thera with three separate hints. "Ws are on his trail," he declared. "He has sold his store and collected the money. He leaves town tonight on the 7:30 train, never to return, lie i i 1 .9 i' i will take the gluzed tuuy patent wltn him." They had intended to "dicker" with Mr. Closby for ns many weeks as might be necessary, but Blackie's lat est news rather upset them. If Clos by had sold his store, and was going away that very night, never to return, they were quite likely to lose forever a municipal enterprise, based on Span glcrvllle's only valunble nutural re source, which already paid a profit of nearly $23,000 a year, to which must be added the lmmeuso revenues to be de rived from applying the wonderful glazed Inlay to furniture! As tho result of their deliberations the city clerk was tout to Mr. Closby with nn offer of $10,000 uud a royalty for his patent. ' The city clerk came back with a counter offer of $00,000 cash. The city council offered twenty thou sand nud royalty. .The answer was the same. They offered thirty thousand and no royalty. Same answer! Blacklo Daw, wearing n Francis Jo sef makeup, dashed In upon the wor ried city council with another stolen tel. egram. It was from Chicago aud sold: Shall you please come to S. Clark St. ANTONIO SCERLATTl. That telegram settled the business. Tho mystery of it was what did tho work. Just thirty minutes before the bank closed tho city council accepted Henry Closby's offer of $00,000 cash for his patent on the process of making glazed Inlay, und for his written agree ment never to cugago in that or a simi lar enterprise as long as he lived, nor to sanction such nn enterprise. Also, at their dictation, he wroto a letter to Mr. Tuttle, advising that art agent of tho sale, and that the Gluzed Inlay henceforth and forever was tho prop erty of the Spanglervllle city council. Before tho 7:o0 pulled out that night Walllngford, Blackle und Henry Closby snt In the drawing room of the War den ladies counting money. "Sixty thousand dollars," announced Walllngford, beaming at the pllo of bills und turning a triumphant glance at Fanny. "Hero's Mr. Closby's five thousand, and hero's fifteen thousnnd to tho expense fuud, nud hero's Span glcrvllle's forty thousnnd contribution to tho restitution fund," and ho hand ed the thick packet to Aunt Tatty with a plcusant bow. Blackle said nothing. lie was grin ning screuely into the blue eyes of Vio let Warden, nnd she was gazing Into the black eyes ot Biuckie. "The committee!" suddenly cried Fnniiy. There they came, pounding down from the official bus, the mayor aud his three closest couucllinen. "We want Henry Closby to sign this telegram!" puffed the mayor breath lessly. "The city council 'll pay for It!" "Gentlemen, you have made u hid eous mistake," Walllngford said ns ho handed the mayor (he telegram. "Mr. Closby has never made a penny from the glazed Inlay, nnd he Just refused to sell the patent to a furniture factory because tho best offer ho could get was $o00. I have my luformuliou from the sleuthograph." "It's a lie!" gulped the mayor. "You can't fool us! We seen his bank stale niotit!" "Those receipts consisted entirely of royalties from tho sale of plaster dogs," Walllngford suavely explained. "From what?" gasped t lie muyor. "Blaster dogs," repealed Walliugford calmly, nud from his pocket lie pro duced a .copy of the canine whose for Ioruness had started Henry Closby on the road to n comfortable fortune. ' The consternation on tho faces of the four members of the committee was as tho balm of Gilead to the soul of Henry Closby nnd Blackle, sitting op posite him and studying in friendly ad miration the whiskered face of the artist, made a sudden discovery. "You'ro about a week late In your trip to Chicago, aren't you?" ho In quired. "How do you know?" sharply asked Closby, turning on him a scared coun tenance. "By tho streaks of rust iu your chin chlllus," laughed Blackle, tickled Im measurably with his discovery. "Am I some detective? I uui!" And he Jumped up from tho table, while Vio let giggled nnd Fanny laughed and Aunt Tatty blushed. "Where are you going?" demanded Closby, Jumping up also, bis usually ruddy face now turning scarlet as be glanced at the ladles. "To explain the fatal mystery," re plied Blackle. "It'll sting them worse than anything." "No, you don't!" cried Closby, start ing after him. Cut Bluckle hud al ready passed Walliugford ot tbo door and was leaning out over the plntrorm while the conductor was swinging his lantern. "Antonio Scerlattl!" he called In cla rion tones. "Bobber!" yelled tho romuSlttoe as Henry Closby laid hold of Blackie's coattalls. "Hist!" shouted Bluckle. "I know Henry Closby's secret!" Closby reached farther and grubbed hlra by the shoulders. "Antonio Scerlattl!" shrieked Blackle as the train moved away. "Yes?" encouraged the mayor, quiv ering with eagerness. "He is nn Italian!" yelled Blackle and. laughing himself limp, allowed Henry Closby to pull him Inside. "What's the fuss?" asked Walllngford as ho followed them back to the table. Closby grinned sheepishly. - "8. nolmes had me scared stiff," he confessed, blushing, aud he revealed the dark secret of his life. "U0 made me think that be was going to tell the official gossips of Spanglervllle that I've been going to Chicago every two weeks for tho post three years to have Antonio Scerlattl dye my whiskers." Another adventure next week. (Coatlnnel next Saturday.). E, Rub Pain Away With a Small Trial Bottle of Old, Pene trating "St. Jacob's Or Stop "dosing" Rheumatism. It's pain only; not one case in fifty requires internal treatment. Hub soothing, pciiotrating "St. Jacobs Oil" right on tlia "tender spot," and by tho time you sny Jack Robinson out comes the rheumatic pain and distress. "St. Jacobs Oil" is a harmless rheumatism liniment which never disappoints and doesn't burn the skin. It takes pain, soreness and stiffness from ' aching; joints, muscles and bones; stops sciati ca, lumbago, bnckache and neuralgia. Limber upl Get a small trial bottle of old-time, honest "St. Jacobs Oil" front any drug store, and in a moment, you will be free from pains, nches and stiff ness. Don't sufforl Rub rheumatism, away. Peace Ship Envoy Strongly In Favor of Equal Suffrage Palo Alto, Cal, Jan. 7. That the "poaco Bhip" Oscar II is strictly a suffragette vessel is indicated by a letter received here today from Mrs. Alice Tark, one of the peaco voyagers. "Tho suffrage poll of tho Ford peaco ship showed 132 to 11 in favor of votes for women," Mrs. Park wrote. "Women were 57 to 1, men 75 to .10. The few delegates against suffrage wore most apologetic and explanatory. They asked if their names were to no made public and seemed relieved when told that only the final count was to bo published. "No such nervous fear was shown by those who said yes. When tho revised list of passengers was published, many names were joined with the word ' suf fragist' to indicate much more than a passive acceptance of tho principle o sex equality. "Never have I sen such perfect equal ity between men nnd women as on the Ford peaco ship. In meetings, in plat form privileges, formal dobate and in formal discussion, men and women met as absolute equals. It might well be. a western ship sailing along tho Pa cific const instead of a company gath ered from suffrngo and non-suffrage Btntes; from walks of. life including business, press and cducntion." WISEACRES ITEMS Tim nnnppniul club mot at tho homo nf Mr. niwl Mrs. J. II. Smith on New Year's eve. 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