The Chapman Headlight du lieu suivant : Chapman, Kansas • 6

the Chapman headlight LOU J. BEAUCHAMP GREEN T. J. CUTSHALL SUCCESSOR TO M. B.

NICHOLAS In Shoe Repairing. Have had years of experience, and can do all kinds of work in the repair line. GEORGE DARK. MS CUTCHEON The original humorous philosopher "The thinker who makes you laugh. The humorist who makes you think." Mr.

Beauchamp, has lived a peculiar life. Losing his mother when a babe, he spent the early years of his life among the Creek, Choctaw and Cherokee Indians' and uses many of the customs of the t.ibes as illustrations in his lectures. Denied school and college privileges, he was taught his letters by a young girl, at once became an omnivorous reader, and at tne age of fourteen was contributing prose and poetry to New York papers, and at twenty was one of the editors of a noted Cinnin-nati daily papers. He has traveled a million miles in the old world and new. He has written books, translated into foreign tongues, and of which many editions have been sold.

It is doubtful if any man on the platform causes as much laughter as does Mr. Beauchamp. In many places he has lectured two or three times annually for the past six years. Fifth number of the Dickinson Countv High School Lecture Course, Saturday evening, April 12. 9 o'clock new time 8 o'clock old time.

A AulUr of "CRAUSTARK." "THF. OF HER HAND," "THE I Respectfully solicit your patronage A PRINCE OF GRAUSTARK," ETC Copyright jy Wt Mali ml Companft Inc. They fairly tear one to pieces. You are a stranger in these parts?" "Yes. The railway station is a few miles below here.

I have walked all the way. There was no one to meet me. You are a stranger also, so It is useless to Inquire if you know whether this road leads to Green Fancy." "Green Fancy? Sounds attractive. I'm sorry I can't enlighten you." lie Monuments of Character Si always be purchased of DeArmond Root 231 East 7th St. Junction City, Kan.

A LARGE STOCK ALWAYS ON HAND llSEllill "I'll be satisfied to have a room with a bed," said the other. "Sign here," was the laconic response. "Can I have supper?" "Food for man and beast," said the other patiently. He slapped his palm upon a cracked call bell an then looked at the fresh name on the page. "Thomas K.

Barnes, New York," he read aloud. He eyed the newcomer once more. "My name is Jones Putnam Jones. I run this place. My father an' grandfather run it before me.

Glad to meet you, Mr. Barnes. We used to have a hostler here named Barnes. What's your Idear fer footin'. it this time o' the year?" "I do something like this every spring.

A month br six weeks of it puts me in fine shape for a vacation Uiter on," supplied Mr. Barnes whimsically. Mr. Jones allowed a grin to stea' over his seamed face. He reinserted the corncob pipe and took a couple of pulls at it.

"I never been to New York, but it must be a heavenly place for a vacation, if a feller c'n judge by what some of my present boarders have to say about it. It's a sort of 2iay actor's paradise, ain't it?" the car around "And be quick about it," she added. The first drops of rain pelted down from the now thoroughly black dome above them, striking in the road with the sharpness of pebbles. "Lucky it's a limousine," said the tall traveler. "Better hop in.

We'll be getting it hard in a second or two." "You must let me take you on to the Tavern in the car," she said. "Turn about is fair play. I cannot allow you to" "Never mind about me," he broke in cheerily. He had been wondering if she would make the offer, and he felt better now that she had done so. "I'm accustomed to roughing It.

I don't mind a soaking. I've had hundred of 'em." "Just the same you shall not have one tonight," she announced firmly. "Get in behind. I shall sit with the driver." If anyone had told him that this rattling, dilapidated automobile ten years old, at the very least, he would have sworn was capable of covering the mile In less than two minutes he would have laughed in his face. Almost before he realized that they were on the way up the straight, dark road the lights in the windows of Hart's Tavern came Into view.

Once more the bounding, swaying car came to a stop under brakes, and he was relaxing after the strain of the most hair-raising ride he had ever experienced. Not a word had been spoken during the trip. The front windows were lowered. The driver an old, hatchet-faced man had uttered a single word just before throwing in the clutch at the crossroads in response to the young woman's crisp command to drive to Hart's Tavern. That word was uttered under his breath and it is not necessary to repeat it here.

The wayfarer lost no time in climbing out of the car. As he leaped to the ground and raised his green hat he took a second look at the automobile a look of mingled wonder and respect. It Was an old-fashioned, high-powered car, capable, despite its antiquity, of astonishing speed in any sort of go- And I Came to town about The same time Jim did 2 And I rented a house Like a lot of other fellows And the landlord sold the house And I had to move And I did And I rented another house And the landlord sold that And I had to move again I got now is Some rent receipts And I've got to move again Ain't that hell? The other day A fellow came into our office And he said I wish that I had done Like Jim Brown did He bought a lot. Jim did, and He built himself a little home The first year And he planned it so he could Build more onto his home The next year And he did. and Now he got a fine big home Worth a lot of money And he owns it And its his Contiuued next Week.

Cruel. Miss AInshent I have a perfect mania for collecting antiques. Just now I am making a collection of pictures of the landmarks of tills town. Mis-s Rutting I. noticed" you coming from the photographer's this morning.

Advice, "Darling, you must never marry a i man for his money." "Why not, mother?" "Because that sort of a marriage cannot but end unhappily. But I can. tell you what to do. You can take care not to fall In love with a man who hasn't money." A. M.

SANBORN LUMBER CO. Successor to M. P.Sanborn ing. CHAPTER I. Tha First Wayfarer and th6 Second Wayfarer Meet and Part on the Highway.

A solitary figure trudged along the narrow road that wound Its serpen-tlnous way through the dismal, forbidding depths of the forest a man who, though weary and footsore, lagged not In his swift, resolute advance. Night was coming on, and with it the no uncertain prospects of a storm. He came to the "pike" and there was a signpost. A huge, crudely painted hand pointed to the left, and on what was intended to be the sleeve of a very stiff and unflinching arm these words were printed in scaly white: ''Hart's Tavern. Food for Man and Beast.

Also Gasoline. Established 1798. 1 Mile." On the opposite side of the "pike," In the angle formed by a junction with the narrow mountain road, stood an humbler signpost, lettered so Indistinctly that It deserved the compassion of all observers because of its humility. Swerving in his hurried passage, the tall stranger drew near this shrinking friend to the uncertain traveler, and was suddenly aware of another presence in the roadway. A woman appeared, as if from nowhere, almost at his side.

He drew back to let her pass. She stopped before the little signpost, and together they made out the faint directions. To the right and up the mountain road Frogg's Corner lay four miles and a half away; Pitcairn was six miles back over the road which the man had traveled. Two miles and a half down the turnpike was Spanish Falls, a railway station, and four miles above the crossroads where the man and women stood peering through the darkness at the laconic signpost reposed the village of St. Elizabeth.

Hart's Tavern was on the road to St." Elizabeth, and the man, with barely a glance at his fellow traveler, started briskly off In that direction. He knew that these wild mountain storms moved swiftly; his chance of reaching the tavern ahead of the deluge was exceedingly slim. His long, powerful legs had carried him twenty or thirty paces before he came to a sudden halt. What of this lone woman who traversed the highway? His first glimpse of her had been extremely casual Indeed, he had paid no attention to her at all, so eager was he to read the directions and be on his way. She was standing quite still In front of the signpost, peering up the road toward Frogg's Corner confronted by a steep climb that led Into black and sinister timberlands above the narrow strip of pasture bordering the pike.

The fierce wind pinned her skirts to her slender body as she lenned against the gale, gripping her hat tightly with one hand and straining under the weight of the bag In the other. The ends of a veil whipped furiously about her head, and, even In the gathering darkness, he could see a strand or two of hair keeping thera company. Retracing his steps, he called out to het above the gale: "Cart I be of any assistance to you?" She turned quickly. He saw that the veil was drawn tightly over her face. "No, thank you," she replied, nor voice, despite a certain nervous note, was soft and clear and the voice and speech of a wejl-brcd person who was young and resolute.

'Tardon me, but have you much farther to go? The storm will soon be upon us, and surely you will not consider me presumptuous I don't like the Idea of your being caught out In" "What Is to bo done about It?" sho Inquired, resignedly. "I must go on. I can't wait here, you know, to bo washed back to the place I started from." v0 smiled. Sho had wit as well as "If I can be K1 to you pray don't hosi t0 me. I am a sort of tramp, yon say, and I travel as well by night as I do by day so don't feel that you are putting me to any Inconvenience.

Aro you by any chance bound for Hurt's Tavern? If so, I will bo rIihI to lag behind and carry your bag," "you ore very good, but I am not bound for Hart's Tavern, wherever that may be. Thank you, Just the same. You appear to be nn uncommonly genteel, trump, and It Isn't because I nin afraid you might make ofT with my belongings." bh (iied the Inst by way of apology. He smiled a nl then frov.r.rd be Cast an uneasy look tho black clouds now rolling oulnously up over the mountain ridge. "By Jove, we're going to catch It good and hard," lie exclaimed.

"Better take my advice. These storms are terrible. I for I'vo encountered Lair a doze!) of tliew la tbo runt wuvk. Good Enough for Him. "You know, Pat, if is said that a good name is rather to be chosen than great riches," "Is that so?" "Yes, Pat.

Now, which would you prefer to have, a good name or riches?" "Well, you can give me the riches. Me name's O'Toole, and that's good enough for any man." "For heaven's sake," he began, shouting to her above the roar of the wind and rain, "don't let him drive like that over those "You're getting wet," she cried out, a thrill in her voice. "Good eight and thank you "Look out!" rasped the unpleasant driver, and In went the clutch. The man in the road jumped hastily to one side as the car shot backward with a jerk, curved sharply, stopped for the fraction of a second, and then bounded Soothing Sirup. They were talking in a foreign but a friendly tongue.

"Do you know what they are say lng?" asked another guest. "No," replied the hostess; "I do not understand a word hut Is that not the charm of their conversation?" Hens Wanted We want to buy all the hens we possibly can for a few days and will pay an attractive price. Bring one hen or as many as you please. Possibly you have some that are fat and are not laying. Come, if possible, in the early part of the day so we can serve you more promptly.

If you can't come early, come when you can; but come sure. So It Seems. "A seamen's strike is a very serious one." "Naturally, since a vessel cannot start its cruise until its crews start the vessel." He Drew a Small Electric Torch From His Pocket and Directed Its Slender Ray Upon the Sign Post. drew a small electric torch from his pocket and directed its slender ray upon the signpost. "It is on the rond to Frogg's Corner," she explained nervously.

"A mile and a half, so I am told. It isn't on the signpost. It is a house, not a village. Thank you for your kindness. And I am not nt all frightened," she added, raising her voice slightly.

"But you are," he cried. "You're scared half out of your wits. You can't fool me. I'd be scared myself at the thought of venturing into those woods up yonder." "Well, then, I am frightened," she confessed plaintively. "Almost out of my boots." "That settles It," he said flatly.

"You shall not undertake It." "Oh, but I must. I am expected. It Is Import "If you are expected why didn't someone meet you at the station? Seems to me "Hark! Do you hoar doesn't that sound like an automobile ah The hoarse honk of an automobile horn rose above the howling wind, and an instant later two faint lights came rushing toward them around a bend In the mountain road. "Better late than never," she cried, her voice vibrant once more. He grasped her arm and jerked her out of the path of the oncoming machine, whose driver was sending It along at a mad rate, regardless of ruts and stones and curves.

The car careened as it swung Into the pike, skidded alarmingly, and then the brakes were jammed down. Attended by a vadt grinding of gears and wheels, the rattling old car came to a stop fifty feet or more beyond them. "I'd sooner walk than take my chances In an antediluvian rattletrap like that," said the tall wayfarer, bending quite close to her ear. "It will fall to pieces before you" But sho was running down the road toward the car, calling out sharply to the driver, Ho stooped over ami took up the traveling bag she had dropped In her haste and excitement. It was heavy, amazingly heavy.

"I shouldn't llko to enrry that a mile Inilfj" ho said In himself. Tho voice o7 bvlllt- came to hlM ears on the swift wind. It was high-pitched and unmistakably apologetic. He could not hear what she was saying to him, but tlu-ro wasn't much doubt as to the nature of her remarks. Sho was roundly upbraiding him.

Urgnt to action by thoughts of hid own plight ho hurried to her side and said "KxciiKO me, please. You dropped somciK Shall I put It up In front or In onuniu?" Tim IiIiunIchI nolo In his voice brought a quick, responsive laugh from her lips, "Thank you no much. I am frightfully rareU'HH with my valuables. Would you nihid putting It hi behind? Thanks Her (one altered completely Hi vuq ordered thu tuuu tu turu J. CLIFFORD forward again, headed for the crossroads.

"Thanks!" shouted the late passenger after the receding tall light, and dashed up the steps to the porch that ran the full length of Hart's Tavern. A huge old-fashioned lantern hung above the portal, creaking and straining In the wind, dragging at its stout supports and threatening every Instant to break loose and go frolicking away with the storm. He lifted the latch and, being a tall man, Involuntarily stooped as he passed through the door, a needless precaution, for gaunt, gigantic mountaineers had entered there before him and without bending their arrogant heads. 1 CHAPTER II. The First Wayfarer Lays His Pack Aside and Falls in With Friends The little hall In which ho found himself was the "office" through which all men must pass who come as guests to Hart's Tavern.

A steep, angular staircase took up one end of the room. Set In beneath its upper turn was the counter over which the business of the house was transacted, and behind this a mnn was engaged in the peaceful occupation of smoking a corncob pipe. An open door to the right of the stairway" gave entrance to a mora from which came tho sound of a doep, sonorous yolee employed In what turned out to bo conversational solo, To the left another door led to what was evidently the dining room. The glance that tho- stranger sent 10 tjiat direction revealed two br tnrco tabloi covered with wblto cloths. "Can you" put mo tip for tlio night?" ho Inquired, advancing to the counter.

"You look like a feller who'd want a rootn with bath." drawled tho man behind tho counter, surveying the applicant from head to foot. "Which we Bia'i got," be i'JtoL. Henry Litts, sheriff of Dickinson county in the 80's and who established the Abilene Daily Reflector in 1887, died last week at his old home in Scranton, where he had gone a few days previous for his first visit in forty years. J. C.

Republic. Francis Kirk and wife of Ok lai returned home last Saturday after a weeks visit with Mr. Kirk's parents. Mrs. Kirk stopped off at Herington a few days to visit relatives and friends at that place.

Francis has a good position with the Empire Oil Gas Co. at IJartlcsville. U. P. TIME TABLE EAST BOUND No 102' Passenger a.m.

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