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SYNOPSIS.
riilllp Cayley, accused of a crlmo of
,"whle.h ho 1 not sullty, resign from the.
firmy In dlsuraco and Ills affection for
hi friend. Lieut. Perry Hunter, turns to
natrcd. Cayley noekn nolltude, where ho
perteotB u flylne nmililhi V.'hlto eoarinf
Tiver tho Arctic reRlon. ho nicks up a
'curiously Miaped stick ho had seen In tho
assassin h hand. Mounting iipnln, ho dis
cover a yacht nnchorod In tho hay. Do
nconfllnK near tho Hteamer, ho moot3 n
Kirl on an Iro floe. He learns that tho
Klrl's name. Is Jeanne Kleldlntf nnd thut
the yacht has como north to seek shins
of her father. Captain I'lelillir, an nrellu
xploror. A party from the yncht Is ma
lting senrrh nation?. After Cayley departs
Jeanne find that he had dropped a ou-rlously-ahaped
ctlrk Captain I'lanck and
the surviving crow of his wrecked whaler
arc In hiding on the roast. A clant ruf
,man niunedjloscoe, had murdered Kidding
and Ms two companlonn, after tho ex
plorer hail revealed the location of an
enormous ledso of pure gold. Itoscoo then
took command of tho party. It develops
jihat the. rufllnn had committed tho mur
Wrr wltneoiod by Cayley.
CHAPTER III. Continued.
For a long tlrao Itoscoo walked
steadily on, until tho two had como
far up tho glacier. Finally, when ho
did stop, ho whfrlod quite around and
jBtood confronting Planck, Bquarcly In
Ihe middle of a narrow path between
two deop fissures In tho Ico. Ills eyes
iwero glittering malevolently.
"Do you know any reason," ho
nsked In a thick voice, "why I don't
pick you up and drop you down ono
of thoso cracks there, or why I don't
servo you ns I served that fellow yes
terday?" Planck thought ho meant to do It,
tout, with tho fatalism that marks tho
men of his profession, ho stood fast
and oyed his big opponent.
"Vou'ro strong enough to," ho said.
"And I'll do It It I want to; you
1now that," Itoscoo supplemented.
"Yob, I know that." Tho big man
nodded curtly.
"Well, I'm not going to now, bo
,causo I choose not to. Listen. It you
'had tho chance, could you navlgato
.that solid mahogany, hand-painted
ship down thoro?"
Planck cleared his throat, an If
something woro stilling him. "With n
crew, yes," ho nnsworcd.
"Could Schwartz run thoso nlckol
plated engines he'll find In hor, do you
think?"
"Yos."
"Well, within two days I'll glvo you
a chance to mako good. Now, I'm
going to tell you my plan, not be
cause you asked mo, but becauso I
want you to know. I'd run tho whole
thing alono If I could, but I want you
;wlth mo. Wo'ro going to tako that
'yacht nnd wo're going off nlono in her
wo of tho Whaler, alone. Do you
understand that?"
"They're bettor nrmod than wo,"
;said Planck reflectively; "bettor fed,
(better everything. And man for man,
jbar you, thoy're Just as good, and
'thoy'ro throo to ono of us. It will
want somo pretty good planning."
"You neodn't worry about that," an
Bwerod Itoscoo. "I didn't expect you
Ito mako tho plans; I know you
couldn't. I've made them myself;
they're working right now. Can you
Ikccp your tongue In your head nnd
listen?"
Planck noddod.
rnni searcuing party dldn t go
back to tho yacht last night. Thoy'ro
all camped togethor nbout 20 ot them
down, hi the Llttlo Hear valley.
Thoro aren't nbovo half a dozon fire
arms In tho bunch; nono of tho sail
ors from the yncht havo any, and
they've got about two days' rations.
Thoy'ro all thoro togethor, except tho
ono raau wo accountod for yesterday."
"I see," said Planck; "and you think
wo can capturo the yacht now while
they're ashore."
"Don't try to think, I toll you," Itos
coo growled. "I'm doing tho thinking.
Thoro aro probably ten able-bodied
men loft on the yacht. Tliat'9 not
good enough odds, considering the
way they're armed. Hut about an
hour ago I Bout Miguel down to tho
shoro party to bo their guide. Ho
Isn't going to say anything much to
them. Imt what ho sayn will
bo
enough, I reckon. He's to protend ho's
dotty and can't understand what thoy
say to him."
Planck's oyes widened 11 llttlo and
ho did not ask his next question very
steadily. "Whoro is he going to tako
them?"
"Can't you guess that? Ho's going
to lead thorn Into Fog lake, ot course."
The thought of It made Plnnck's
teeth chattor, Fog lake was, perhaps,
the most curious natural phenomenon
upon that strange arctic land n little
cup-shaped valley, from which the fog
never lifted had uover lifted unco In
all tho four years thoy had lived thore.
,On days when tho rest of tho land
was clear, tho fog hung thero, half
.way up tho sldo of tho IiUIb, bo that
from the ridges Hiirroundlng It It real
(ly looked liko a strange vapory soa.
iThny hud explored the edges of It,
fearsomely, at times, but had novor
penetrated far enough to loam tho
decret of 11b mystery, If It had ono,
"And th;n?" Planck asked.
"Why, they'll Kend out a rollof party
Irom the yacht, of course. Tho yacht's
people know what rations the Hoarch
1ng party took with them, and when
they don't come back In two days,
(they'll probably set out from tho
yacht, with ovory able-bodied man on
board, and try to find tho first party
and bring It in. As soon an they aro
Country Girl in the City
She. Comes for Study, Business and
Amusement, and Can't Be Left
I Out of the Social Reckoning.
Sho comes so generously, so eagerly,
frith such diverse purposes, and with
uch persistent If seemingly Intermit
tent regularity, that it Is Imposslblo to
leave her out ot any serious social
reckoning.
comes to study music, medicine.
well out of hearing, wo tako tho
yacht. Wo may not find n living kouI
aboard hor; and wo certainly can't
lenvo one thoro. Hut we'll steam up
and tako our gold aboard all our
gold. And then, well Micro's whoro
you'll como In."
"Hut whnt then, man? My God!
what then? Do you supposo wo can
go stoamlug into Sun IiYanclsco, or
any other port In the world, with nil
that gold In our hull and anothor cap
tain's log and papers? Wo might JuBt
as well hang oursolves from our own
crow-Jack yard."
"I hope your wits will Improvowhon
you got n deck under your feet," Roa
coe growled. "On land hero you're
nbout as much good as a pelican in
n foot rnco. No, your sailing ordors
won't ho San Francisco, nor any oth
er port that has such a thing as a
revenue olllcer about. Hut you ought
to know tho north coast lino over
(hero as far oast as McIConzIo bay,
You must know somo harbor thoro
v liero wo can Ho up for tho winter
a d not bo bothered."
Yes," said Plnnck, "I could tako
(' ' yacht to such a placo as that.
I hero's a very good harbor In behind
II rshol Island. Hut what will we do
when wo got thoro?"
"After that, it's ray affair," Hald
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Roscoe. "Wo'll winter on tho yacht.
Then when tho wenthor begins to
loosen up a bit, but boforo the spring
tlmws, wo'll land our gold and our
Stores; encho all tho gold, except
what wo can carry over tho trail, say,
nbout 500 pounds of It, and wo'll loavo
ho yacht's seacocks open, ho that
v.hen the Ico goes out, she'll scuttlo
nrself. Wo shall probably find
pledgee, and perhaps a pony or two,
on the yacht. If wo do, It will tin
I easy. It's only a Bhort hlko to ono
of tho tributaries of tho Porcuplno
river. Once we reach the Porcuplno,
It will bo enBy, for It flows Into tho
Yukon, and that's us good as a rail
way line. Wo'll make a raft and float
all the way down to Snlnt Mlchnols
with no trouble at all. The gold wo
havo with us will bo enough to tako
us down to Vancouver, and thero we
can charter a ship. You take command
of her, nnd wo go north through tho
Btralts again that very Huinmor noxt
summer that will bo, of course. Wo
go back to tho barber where wo left
tho yacht. You can flguro out the
rost for yoursolf, I kuohs."
"Yos," Bald Planck. "It's all very
well only won't thoro be a good
many to trust that sort of socret to?"
Roscoe looked at him with a savago
sort of grin. "Come, you're Improving,
nut that hike across tho mountains to
the uppor tributaries of tho Porcupine
is a hard trail. Thero aren't likely to
be many ot uu loft by the time we
get started floating down open water.
When we get to the Yukon It won't
he surprising If thero Isn't anybody
loft at all, but you and me,"
Plnnck rnught his meaning quickly
enough, Indeed, a duller mini could
have read It In Koscoo's savngo light
blue eyes; and the thought mndo his
tooth chatter. Ho would have felt a
deadllor terror, perhaps, could he
millinery, art, archery, astrology, ngrl
culture, stenography, aculpturo, tho
danco and tho drauin, hyglono and
handicrafts, osteopathy and tho art ot
conversation, Journalism, thoology, nl
most any and everything one can Im
aglno. Broadway, Stato street, Broad
street, all tho groat arterlos of city
Hfo and trafflo continually nro crowd
ed with her and her follows. Sho
comes looking for work as well as
education. And. alas, poor youngster,
havo read tho thought that lay at tho
bottom ot Horcoc's mind. Tho gold
hunter was not much of a sailor, but
ho felt confident that on tho broad
stretches of tho Yukon ho could navl
gato a raft alone.
CHAPTER IV.
The Throwlng-Stlck.
"Oh, I suppose," said Jeanne,
"there's no uso worrying."
Across the tablo from where sho sat
at breakfast in the snug, wnrm, lux
urious llttlo dining room on tho yacht,
old Mr. Fanshnw methodically laid his
coffee spoon In the saucor bcsldo his
cup, and looked up at her with his
slow, deliberate smile.
"My dear," he said, "remember that
Tom Is In tho party. Unless thoy find
everything that, by tho utmost stretch
of hope, they could find, ho would in
sist on keeping up tho search as long
as tho light lasted, and when tho light
failed, thoro would bo no more light to
come homo by. Don't think of wor
rying; I don't We'll hear nothing of
them for hours."
"It won't bo as long as that," sho
predicted confidently. "My sky-man
will probably bring mo news beforo
then."
Old Mr. Fanshnw halted his coffco
Glittering Malcolcnt ly.
cup hnlf way to his lips, "Your
what?" ho questioned. "Oh, I under
stand." And then ho laughed. Hut
his faco grew suddenly serious, and
he looked intently, curiously, Into
hers. "My child!" ho cried; "It can't
bo that you aro taking that dream of
yours aerloimly. If I thought that, I
would havo to bellovo that this queer
arctic cllmato was doing strange
things with those nlnihlo wits of
yours. A man alighting on tho ice
floe, out of mid air, and telling you
that ho had Just dropped In from Point
Harrow; it's like the flight from (he
moon of Cyrano do Hergorac."
3ho pressed her finger tips thought
fully ngalnst hor oyollds. "I know,"
sho snld, "it's perfectly Incredible, Un
cle .lorry, but it's perfectly true for
all that."
"NonsciiRo! XmiBiMiso'" m said
explosively. "Don't carry a Joke loo
far, my dear."
"ItV anything but a Joke," Hhe Mild
slowly, "and If It wns a dream If
the sky-man, was nothing but a vision,
he certainly loft mo a material souve
nlr of his visit." Thon. with a nod to-
warn the buffet, she spoke to Mr.
Fonshaw's big negro valet who was
serving tholr breukfaM: "Hnnd Mr.
Fanshnw that quoer looking stick,
Sam, the one on the buffet. Why
why, what's Ihe matter?" For she had
lifted hor eyes 10 the man's face ns
she finished speaking. It wn woodon
with fright, and Ihe whites showed all
around the pupils ot his oyes.
"No, MIhs .leanno," ho said, "Sense
me. I wouldn't touch dat stick, not
for all de gol' and Jewels In do world;
not even to oblige him."
"Whnt'B that?" Fanshaw exclaimed,
whirling upon him. "Whnt do you
mean? What the devil nre you talk
ing nbout?"
"1 seen him, Mr. Fanshaw; 1 seen
sho nlao tomes looking for amuse
Tho teachorB of art, music, commer
cial branches, nil the thousand things
sho studios, welcome hor eagerly. So
do tho more Jaded co-workors to whoso
cuHtotndullod perceptions shu restores
a ahnrpor edgo. Many employers pro
for hor services for this very reason.
Socially, the normal girl from tho
smnll town Is fnmous for her flourish.
Ing, Ready, piquant. Intensely alive,
vitally doslious ot tasting llfo to tho
utmost, sho comes, sees and conquers
fresh social kingdoms yearly. Sho Is
him myself, coming' down out of de
sky las night. I was out on deck,
suh."
Fanshnw looked quickly from the
negro's face to tho girls as If ho sus
pected n hoax, but tho terror In ono
faco and tho myatlflcatlon In tho other
wero obviously genuine.
Then ho rose and went over to tho
buffet, returning to the table with the
oddly-shaped, rudely-whittled stick.
"Do you mean to say," he demanded,
looking up at tho girl with a puzzled
frown "do you mean to say that he,
tho man you dreamed about, mado
you a present of this stick?"
She laughed. "If that seeni3 a rea
sonable way of putting It, yes; at
least it slipped out of his belt and I
found It whero ho had been sitting.
Hut can you imaglno what ho used it
for?"
"Oh, I know what It is, but that
only makes tho puzzle all the deeper.
It's an Eskimo throwlng-stlck. They
uso It to shoot dnrts with. It lies
In tho palm of the hand, so, and the
dart is put in that groove, though tho
butt of this ono seems curiously mis
shapen; I can't make It fit my hand.
But I can't figure out how the thing
got aboard tho yacht; it wasn't hero
yesterday."
"Of courso not," she said; "my sky
man brought It."
Ho ran his fingers through his
bushy gray hair pcrplexodly. Then ho
laid the thing down and seated him
self at tho table. "At any rate," ho
said, "wo needn't let even a mystery
spoil our breakfast. Come, my dear,
you've eaten almost nothing. That
omelet deserves belter treatment."
Obediently she look up her fork,
but almost immediately laid it down
again, and ho saw her eyes brighten
with tears. "Of course, If thoro'd been
any news, If there'd been nnythlng to
And, we'd havo heard."
Silently he-eached across the tablo
and patted tho hand that lay thero on
tho white cloth.
"Oh, I know I oughtn't to cry," she
said, "ami I von't; It's your goodness
and kindness to mo ns much as any
thing else. Ever slnco ho went away
you've been like a father to me, nnd
Tom, dear old Tom, like n brother.
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"I Can't Make
And then building this ship and com
ing up here yourself, facing tho dan
gers yourself nnd letting Tom face
them, all for such nn Impossible, hope
less hopo ns that message tho sen
brought to us."
Her voice faltered there, and. she
bent down abruptly and kissed tho
hand that was Htlll caressing her own.
"My child," ho said, "your fathor
and I wero liko brothers nearer to
each other than most brothers. Ho
wont away, knowing that If his von
turn failed, If It ended fatally for him,
as It probably did, I should regard you
aa my daughter as Just ns much a
child of mine ns Tom Is, If you
hadn't been In the caso at all, we'd
have built this ship and cono up hero
to find Tom Fielding Just the same.
There, don't cry. Put on that big fur
coat of yours and como out with mo
on deck "
popular nnd prominent in tho clubs,
tho churches, tho schools, tho social
settlements, tho work (of tho Young
Women's Christian association, tho
tiado and craft organizations all tho
rich and varied llfo ot tho city.
Hut tho abnormal or subnormal girl
from tho small town, tho girl who, por
haps, motborloss, porhaps carelessly
reared, perhaps U10 victim ot Innocent
Ignorance or sudden family disaster,
faces metropolitan conditions less ably
ah! that'B anothor talo. Tho New
Idea Woman's Mairazlne
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Tho moment Mr. Fanshaw and
Jeanne emerged upon tho deck they
heard the sound of oars beneath them,
and looking over tho rnll saw one of
tho boats In which the shoro party
had sot out, pulling up alongside tho
accommodation ladder. Three men
wero In it, two of the crew and Tom
Fanshaw.
"What news, Tom?" his fnther
called out anxiously enough to belle
his former tranquil manner. "Havo
you found anything? I hope thcro's
nothing wrong."
The younger man looked up. IIo
saw his father, but not tho girl.
"Nothing wrong," he growled, "except
this Infernal ankle of mine. I've
sprained It ngnln, nnd I did it Just
when " Ho broko tho scntenco oft
Bhort thoro, his cyo falling at that
moment upon Jeanne.
Sho paled a llttlo, for sho had been
quick to perceive that something ho
had been about to tell would not bo
told now, or must be told differently.
Hut sho waited until his father, to
gether with tho two sailors, had got
tho disabled man up onto tho deck
and safely Installed In an easy chair.
Then gravely, but steadily, "Just as
what, Tom? What clue had they found
Just as you had to como away?"
"It was very wonderful," ho Bald;
"quite Inexplicable. Just an wo were
about breaking camp this morning wo
saw a man coming toward us across
tho Ice. Wo thought at first that it
was Hunter, and we wero mlghtly
glad to bco him, because ho had stray
ed off somowhero and hadn't camped
with us. But we soon saw it wasn't
he, wasn't a man anything liko him.
IIo was a queer, slouching, shuffling
creature, dressed in skins, and ho
enmo up in a hesitating way, as if ho
was afraid of us. He couldn't talk
English, nor understand It, apparent
ly. Ho looked to mo liko a Portu
guese, nnd I tried him In Spnnlsh
good Filipino Spanish on the chance.
I thought it startled him a little, and
ho pricked up his ears at It, but he
couldn't understand that either. Ho
Just kept beckoning and repeating two
words "
"Whnt words, Tom? Out with it!"
It Fit My Hand."
This from U10 old gentleman, who
had controlled his patienco with dif
ficulty during tho llttlo silence. Hut
the younger man healtated nnd looked
Into tho girl's faco, mutely, hnlf-ques-tlonlngly,
beforo ho spoke.
"The words," ho said, "seemed to be
your father's nnme 'Cnptaln Field
ing;' It sounded like that."
She went quite white, and reeled a
little. Then clutched nt tho shrouds
for support. Tho old gentloman was
nt her side In nn Instant, his strong,
steadying arm across hor shoulders.
Tom himself half rose from his chnlr,
only to drop back Into It again with a
grlmaco of pain and n llttlo dew of
perspiration on his forehead. Ho
looked rather whito himself under the
tan.
"1 suppose" tho girl said almost
volcelessly, "I supposo I mustn't daro
Things Worth Knowing.
Thero Is no part of tho sunflower
thnt Is without commercial value. The
stalk Is pithy, and when compressed
Into blocks the pith 1b enabled to ab
sorbing an iramouso quantity of wa
ter, besides retaining much flexibility,
and so It Is used In solving tho prob
lem ot lining for battloshlp sides. Tho
blocks aro placed between two walls
of steel, and tho stuff is so resillont
that it closes up tho hole mado by
a projectile keeping out tho water for a
long tlmo. Tho sunflower Is used somo
even lot mysolf begin to hopo yet.
must I, not yet7"
"I don't know," said Tom. "The fel
low seemed half-crazed; seemed, al
most, to have lost tho power of speech
from long disuse of it. But ho meant
to take us somewhere, that was clear
enough from his gestures. If I could
only have seen you before I began to
blurt tho thing ont, I'd havo Bparcd
you tho suspenso until thero was Bomc
thlng to tell. I'm Borry, Jennno."
"Its queer," she said, at the end of
a rather long silence. "I'm sure thero
was no Portuguese In father's expedi
tion. Except for two or three Swedes
and Norwegians, they wero all Amer
icans. I know tho nnmo of every man
who sailed In his ship."
"He might havo taken some one on
nt St. Michaels," suggested the elder
FnnBhaw.
"Ycb," sho said a little dubiously,
"only ho never thought much of south
ern Europeans as sea-faring men."
Thero was another silence after
that. She rose presently and began
sweeping tho shoro line with a pris
matic binocular which was sluug
across across her shoulders. Tho two
men exchanged glances behind her,
tho elder, ono of inquiry, his son, a
reluctant negative. No. It would
clearly bo Insane to build any hopo on
the Incident.
At last she let the glass fall from
her listless hand and turned to them,
her faco haggard with tho torture of
Imposslblo hope. "I wish my sky
man would como" she said forlornly,
"come whirling down out of the nlr,
with nows of them."
"Your sky-man?" snid Tom Fanshaw
questlonlngly,
Hero was somothlng to talk about
at last, and tho old gentlemnn seized
tho chance It afforded.
"Yes, we'vo another mystery," he
said. "See what you can do toward
solving It." With that for an Introduc
tion, bo plunged into a humorous ac
count of Jeanne's report of her ad
venturo of tho night before, of the man
who had dropped down from the sky, in
the middle of Uu ulght, and talked to
her awhile, and thon flown away again.
"She was really out on the ice floe,"
he said; "so much I concede; but
when I assure her that she dreamed
the rest, she Is skeptical about my ex
planation." "But oven you can't explain," she
protested, "how I could dream about
an Eskimo throwlng-stlck, and then
bring it back to the yacht with mo
when I was wide-awake, and show It
to you at the breakfast tablo thl3
morning."
"I'll havo to admit," said the old
gentleman, "that my explanation
doesn't adequately account for thnt."
Tho expression of the younger
man's faco was perplexed rather than
incredulous.
"But, my boy," cried the older man,
"think of It! Ho comes down out of
tho sky and says ho Just dropped In
from Point Harrow; and that's EOO
miles away. That's Just as Imposslblo
as It would be to materialize an Eski
mo throwlng-stlck out of a dream,
tfcry bit."
"No, hardly that," said Tom Judici
ally. "What was his aeroplane like?
What was It mado of? Did you notlca
It particularly?"
"Yea," she said; "I helped him fold
It up. It was mado of bladders and
bamboo and catgut, he said."
"And his motor?" cried Tom. "What
was his motor like?"
"Thero was no motor at all," she
said; "Just wings."
"There you see, Tom," Interrupted
his fathor, "absolute moonshine."
Hut still tho younger man shook a
doubtful head. "No," ho said, "the
things' not Imposslblo not Inconceiv
able, at least. Tho big birds can fly
that far, and think nothing of it."
The old man snorted: "They're
built that way. Think of tho Immenso
strength of their wing muscles."
"Not so enormous," said the young
r man. "I dissected tho wing of an
albatross pneo to see. Its not by
main strength they keep afloat In tho
nlr; It's by catching the trick of it."
"That's what he said," the girl criod
cagorly. "He told me ho could lly
across tho north pole, from Dawson
City to St. Petersburg, and when I
asked him if ho could koep flying, fly
ing all tho time like that, ho said the
biggest birds didn't fly; . they sailed,
and he said ho sailed, too, and tho
force of gravity was his kel "
Her story was making Its Impres
sion on tho younger man, at least,
even if his father was as Impervious
to It as ho still seemed.
"Well, if you dreamed that," said
Tom, "It was n mighty Intelligent
dream, I'll say that for It"
"But It wasn't a dream at all," she
cried. "Didn't I help him tako the
thing apart and fold It up Into a bun
dle? And didn't ho say that he was
n tax pnyer, and that his name was
Philip Cayley?"
(TO VIK CONTINUED.)
By Way of Variety.
"How did you enjoy the vnudevllle
performance?" "It waa good. Thoy
bail performing cats, a baseball play
er, 11 champion pugilist, a trained
cockatoo, and, I give you my word,
thoy even had nn actor dotng a turn,"
Loulsvlllo Courier-Journal.
times' In the manufacture ot clgart
Tho seeds, raised by hundreds of mil
lions of pounds In Rusala, make a
palatable edible oil, with tho residue
good for cattle. Tho seed Is also ex
cellent food for poultry, and birds
generally. Tho blossoms furnish
honey and an excellent yollow dye.
Tho Chinoso extract a silky fiber from
tho stalks, which are also good for
fuel nnd for tho production of pot
ash. Among some people thero Is a
bollef that the sunflower keens away
malaria
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?apt. Butt Wac Merely Giving to His
Friend a Few Philosophical
Reflections.
Cnpt. Archibald W. Butt, tho presi
dent's mllltnry aide, was called out of
bed nt nine o'clock ono morning to
nnswer a telephono call.
"Archie," said his friend on tho
othor end of the wiro, "I called you
up to tell you that I shall not bo ablo
to keep tho appointment I mndo with
you for eleven o'clock today."
"I'm sorry," snld Butt, his tone a
trifle chilly.
"Yes; It's too bad," agreed tho
other.
Thero onsued an ominous pause.
"You know," remarked Butt senton
tlously, "telephoning seems to bo a
habit, a bad habit, In Washington.
Peoplo aro beginning to issuo their
invltntlons by telephono. They 'phono
on tho slightest provocation. They
don't seem to know when not to tele
phone. They oven get you out of bed
to talk to you on tho telephone."
"I'm afraid I annoyed you, and
you're bawling 1110 out," suld tho
friend.
"Oh, no!" contradicted Butt in a
louder tone. "My remarks aro merely
a few philosophical reflections induced
by the early hour of tho morning."
The Sunday Magazine.
SCRATCHED TILL BLOOD RAN
"When my boy was uboul lined
months old his head broke out with a
rash which was very itchy and ran a
watery fluid. Wo tried everything wo
could but he got worse all the time,
till it spread to his arms, legs and
thou to his entire body. IIo got so
bad that he camo near dying. Tho
rash would itch so that ho would
scratch till tho blood ran, and a thin
yellowish stuff would bo all over his
pillow in tho morning. I had to put
mittens on his hands to prevent him
tearing his skin. Ho was so weak
and run down that ho took fainting
spells as if he wero dying, Ho was
almost a skeleton and his llttlo hands
wero thin liko claws.
"IIo was bad about eight montli3
whon wo tried Cutlcura Remedies. I
had not laid him down in his cradle
In tho daytime for a long while. I
washed him with Cutlcura Soap and
put on ono application of Cutlcura
Ointment and ho was so soothed that
he could sleep. You don't know how
glad I was ho felt better. It took ono
box of Cutlcura Ointment and pretty
near ono cako of Cutlcura Soap to
euro him. I think our boy would have
died but for tho Cutlcura Remedies
and I shall always remain a Arm
friend of thorn. Thoro has been no
roturn of tho trouble. I shall bo glad
to havo you publish this true state
ment of his cure." (Signed) Mrs. M.
C. Maltland, Jasper, Ontario, May 27,
1910.
Not Exactly Patriotic.
He wns, let us say, Irish, was among
sevcnil.incu of other nationalities, and
had imbibed several beverages. Ho
was extremely anxious, moreover, to
uphold tho glories of Erin, but was
not quite so sure ot what was going
on nbout him. A foreigner near him
remarked;
"An honest man is tho noblest work
of God!"
Tho nibernian didn't quite catch
what was said:
"Get out! an Irishman is!" ho
roared.
A Herford Bon Mot.
Oliver Herfoid and a friend wore
strolling through n section of town
thnt was plentifully strung with pul
ley linen on which many a family
"wash" waH waving in tho wind. Mr.
Herford'a companion called attention
to tho manner In which theso gar
ments shut out tho iky and othenviso
disfigured tho landscape. Mr. Herford
gazed at them thoughtfully nnd then
gently murmured: "The short nnd
slmplo flannels of tho poor."
Not a Singer.
"Johnny," tho teacher said, "hero Is
a book. Now, stnud up straight and
sing like a little man."
The song was "Nearer, My God."
No Booner had the school commenced
to sing than a little girl waved her
hand frantically. Stopping the fling
ing, the teacher Inquired tho cause.
"Please, teacher, 1 think Johnuy
will get nearer It ho whistles."
Well Known.
Hlobbs Ib Harduppo pretty well
known In your town?
SItibbs I should say be Is. Ho's so
well known he can't oven borrow an
umbrella. Philadelphia Record.
A Good Score.
"What's bogey at your suburb?"
"Forty cooks a year. Lost year we
had only forty-one." Exchange.
For your own saV-e, don't wait until it
happens. It may be a headache, tooth
nehe. earache, or some painful accident.
IlamlinB Wizard Oil will cure it. Get a
bottlo now.
Let us never bo discouraged by any
difficulty which may attend what ve
know to bo our duty. Bowdler.
A man Is seldom arrested for strik
ing an attltuda
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