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Hard's flend, too." "Good Heavens, now what do you suppose the heathen means by that?" gasped the astonished woman. "Come here," she added, sternly, and seizing the Chinaman by the sleeve of his blouse, she led him into the room occupied by Polly. Dramatically, she pointed to the photograph on the wall. "Is that the woman you're talking about?" Li examined the face gravely and nodded.

"He said she was a singer; married an Englishman and lived down near Mexico City. Husband died two or three years ago. I've a notion she's an old sweetheart of Henry Hard's you can tell from her clothes it's an old picture." "I like her looks," commented Polly. "So do I. Give me a wide-awake looking woman every time," agreed Mrs. Van Zandt.

The Times. Do not let me be misunderstood. I do not mean to say, but that the mixing of farinaceous food such as Lemann's Biscuit Powder, Robb's Biscuit, Hard's Farinaceous Food, Brown and Polson's Corn Flour, and the like, with the milk, is an improvement, in some cases a great improvement; but still I maintain that a child might live and thrive, and that for a lengthened period, on milk and on milk alone!

A ninth food may be made with "Farinaceous Food for Infants, prepared by Hards of Dartford". If Hard's Farinaceous food produces costiveness as it sometimes does let it be mixed either with equal parts or with one third of Robinson's Scotch Oatmeal. The mixture of the two together makes a splendid food for a baby.

"We won't desert until we have orders, but I'm rather glad to have the car," continued Scott. "I thought we'd run over and see Herrick in the morning." "I say, Scott, that Chinaman of Herrick's is a doctor. Why not have him take a look at Jimmy's leg?" "A Chinaman!" Polly had come in with Hard's coffee. "Sure!" cried Scott. "Just the thing. I'd forgotten about him.

It must have irritated her awfully to have to pack up and move when she was so comfortable. Oh, Henry, that's not wind blowing the dust! It's men horsemen!" "It does look like it." "They're coming this way. I don't like it." "Neither do I." Hard's voice was anxious. "If we had a bit of shelter "

"Come in, Tommy, I'm just gettin' something ready for that Mexican, but there's plenty for you," said Mrs. Van. "Where'd you put the feller?" "In Hard's office," said Scott. "Will you cart him his grub, Matt?" "You said I might. I want to," protested Polly. "Certainly." Scott handed her the key ceremoniously. "You've earned the right to have your own way to-night, but Matt goes with you.

He gave a name rich with meaning to Tom Hard's daughter. One evening when he was recovering from a long debauch the stranger came reeling along the main street of the town. Tom Hard sat in a chair before the New Willard House with his daughter, then a child of five, on his knees. Beside him on the board sidewalk sat young George Willard. The stranger dropped into a chair beside them.

By this time Beauchamp, having swallowed the rest of his tumbler at a gulp, had recovered a little. He rose with defiance on his face. "Dinna lat him gang, gentlemen," cried Cupples, "till I tell ye ae ither God's trowth. I ran back to the brig, as hard's my legs cud carry me, consolin' mysel' wi' the reflection that gin Alec had na been sair hurtit i' the scuffle, there was no fear o' him.

Just as the dawn wind was rising, though, and the cottonwoods were outlining themselves against the eastern sky, stumbling footsteps near the tent wakened both Diana and Na-che, and they opened the tent flap, hastily. Forrester was clinging to a cottonwood tree. At least it was a worn, bleached, ragged counterfeit of Forrester. "Hard's back on the trail apiece.