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DAKOTA COUNTY HERALD: DAKOTA CITY. NEBRASKA. TV ii ii. iiii wmE.w : DONKEY IN LONESOME MOOD Somewhat Peculiar Appeal Made by Small Maid, Touched by Sadness , . of Her "Dumb" Pet This summer, Mr. Oakes, an eminent lawyer, ecnt Lis wife Mid young (laugh ter to a farmhouso in tho Whlto mountains for a vacation. Shortly niter, ho received an urgent request from the llttlo girl to send her a pet donkey to uso while there. She had road about donkeys and heard about them, but was not at all familiar with their peculiar vocallsm. Tho donkey arrived and the child had. many rides around tho vicinity. Sho enjoyed it all hugoly except tho animal's strango noises, which inspired her with tho profoundest pity for his evident distress. Ono day, after vainly trying to sub duo bis vocallsm, sho wroto a letter to her father, In which sho Bald: "Dear Father: 1 do wish you would como up hero soon; my donkey is so very lonesome." National Monthly. FACE ITCHED AND BURNED S83 No. Union St, Aurora, 111. "My ailment started with a llttlo plmplo and it always Itched and burned ter ribly. I scratched it and in a few days my faco was all covered with Bores. It ran up to my eyes and tho day after I could not sco out of my right eye. I was unablo to get any rest. I couldn't go to bed, being afraid of getting tho clothing all eoilcd, although I had my faco all bandaged. "I was given two Jars of salvo but It kept getting worse. It was some thing ltko a running eoro becauso ovory timo I used soma of tho salvo J bad to wrap bandages around my neck to keep tho water and pus from running down ray body. I wroto for a Bamplo of Cuticura Soap and Oint ment and in a fow days I received theso and washed my faco with tho Cuticura Soap and put on somo Cuti cura Ointment and tho next morning my faco felt cool and somewhat re lieved. After using tho samplo I bought fiomo Cuticura Soap and Oint ment at tho drug Btoro. I followed this treatment Just twenty-six days and after using ono cake of Cuticura Soap and two boxes of Cuticura Oint ment I was cured." (Signed) Qcorgo Mlllor, Jan. 1, 1913. . Cuticura Soap and Olntmont sold throughout tho world. Samplo of each treewith 32-p. Skin Book. Address post pard "Cuticura, Dept L, Boston." .dv. Butterfly Decoration. Many artists havo employed tho but terfly in docoratlon, but neither brush nor crayon Is as effective as naturo Itself. No imitation, howover good, can do justico to the gorgeous colors sf tho tropical butterfly. Ono might as well try to reproduce a rainbow in oija. A most effective novelty a but terfly tray was shown mo yesterday by a charming North sldo hostess. It was made on tho same prlnclplo as tho tapestry tray. A glittering butter fly, tho spread of whoso wings must bnvo been all of ten Inches, was mounted an a stalk of milkwoed. Tho pressed butterfly woo then covored with gloBB and hemotlcally scaled in. To say that tho tray was stunning Is to speak very foobly of its attractive ness. With this objet d'ort as a con torploco a clover hostess could easily arrange a "butterfly luncheon." Chi cago Inter Ocean. ' Forever Parted. Goorgo, who lives in London, hap pened to moot tho vicar of his natlvo parish tho other day, and eagerly ksked for somo of his old acquain tances. "And old Mr. Jones?" ho asked. "Havo you seen him lately?" ,Tho vicar shook his head. "I shall Dover seo him again," ho answered, slowly. "Mr. Joneo has gono to heaven." That Ought to Do It Mother What oro you doing, Just sitting thero singing? ' ,? Daughter Oh, only trying to kill tlmo. A good dentist spares no pains mako his work satisfactory, to LIVING ADVERTISEMENT Glow of Health 8peaks for Postum. It roqulrea no Bciontlflo training to discover whether coffeo disagrees or "'not Simply stop It for a tlmo and use Postum In placo of It, then noto tho beneficial effects. Tho truth will ap pear. "Six years ago 1 was in a very bad condition," wrltea a Tenn. lady. "I suffered from Indigestion, nervous ness and Insomnia. "I waB then an lnvoterato coffeo drinker, but it was long beforo I could bo persuaded that it was coffeo that hurt mo. Finally I decided to leavo It oft a fow days and find out tho truth. "Tho first morning I loft off coffeo t bad a raging hoadacho, bo I decided I must have something to tako tho placo of coffeo.' (Tho hoadacho was caused by tho reaction of tho coffoe drug caffelno.) "Having hoard of Postum through a friend who used it I bought a package and tried It I did not llko it at first but after I learned how to mako It right, according to directions on pkg., I would not chongo back to coffoo for anything. "When I began to uso Postum I weighed only 117 lbs. Now I weigh 170 and as r havo not taken any tonlo In that tlmo I can only attributo my present good health to tho uso of Po turn In placo of coffeo. "My husband sayB I am a llvlnir ad- yertlsement for Postum." ' Name given by tho Postum Co, Bat, Ua Creek, Mich. Postum now cornea In two forms; Regular Postum must bo well 'toiled. 15o and 2So packages. Instant Postum Is a soluble pew 4er. A teaspoon M dissolves quickly lit a cup &t hot water and, with cream aad sugar, makes a delicious bever w Instawtly Wo and 50o tins. Tateost per cup ef both kinds is out the sam. v "Tbsrs's a Reason" tor Potum. sold by QroMi The Lapse of Into a fairly decent career there comet occasionally a moral lesion. Temptation comes, and the man, heretofore honorable and honest, falls as though his backbone were of gristle. CHAPTER I. The Bond. Of course the game ended with a consolation pot Merry and Went worth, each with his last chip in the middle of tho table, called for a show down. All but Singleton dropped out, and he, the big winner of the evening, took tho pot Wentworth and Merry wero broke. The gamo had been played in Wont worth's library. Before its close the gray light of tho morning began to steal past the curtains and tho glow of each electric lamp took on a murky haze. Enoch Wentworth, acting as banker, cashed in tho chips of the winners. Three of tho men put on their hnts, said "Good morning," and went out Androw Merry sat beside tho baizo-covered tablo with Its litter of chips, pulling slowly at a cigar and staring into vacancy. "Do you mind If I open this win dow?" nsked Wentworth. "There's a chill In the air outdoors that will feel good. I've swallowed so much smoko my throat feels raw." "Open every window in tho room if you like, old man. I'm going home." "Hold on a minute," cried Went worth unexpectedly. "I'll go you Just one more hand. Let's play ono big stake and then swear off forever." "I tell you, Enoch, I haven't a cent. Heaven knows how I can tide over theso months until tho season opens. It's a good thing I'm not a married man." Merry laughed mirthlessly. "Ono last hand!" pleaded Wont worth. "What do you want to" play for?" Merry turned up a coat sleeve and stared at his cuff buttons thoughtfully. "I havo nothing left but these. I don't think I'll put them up." "We've thrown away enough money and collateral tonight," Wentworth re plied. "Let's mako this stako some thing unique sontlmontal, not finan cial. Why not mako It your future against mine?" "That's a great stako 1 Sha'n't I throw in my pastl" "No, let each of ua play for the other's future. It Is a mere fnncy of mine, but It appeals to mo." "Are you serious? What in God's name would you do with my future if you won it what should I do with yours?" "I tell you, it's a mere fancy of mlno." "All right Carry out your fancy, if it amuses you. I ought to bo willing to stake my Ufa against yours on any hand, if you say eo." "Do you mean that?" "Yes, if you want to call mo." Andrew Merry smiled and blow a flurry of smoke rings Into tho marblo faco of tho Shakespparo, whllo he watched Wentworth's pen hurry across a sheet of paper. The newspaper man handed it to him with tho ink still wot "There," he said, "we'll play for that document, the winner's namo to bo written at tho top, tho loser to write hlB namo at tho bottom." Androw Merry read it aloud: To I hereby pledge myself until death to do your every bidding to obey your every demand to the extent of my physical and mental ability you to furnish me with support "Will that hold good in law?" "Just so long as tho loser is a man of honor no longer. Aro you going to weakon?" "I'll bo damned If I am. I'll nut this bit of paper in my ecrapbook." "Tho man who wins, koops that bit of papor," Wentworth answered with a whimsical smllo. Ho tossed tho unslgnod bond into tho centor of tho tablo and shuffled the cards with grave deliberation. Merry lit a fresh cigar and puffed it meditatively. Upon each listless brain began to dawn the realization that this, wus a stako of groator import than tho rolls of bills which had grown lighter and lighter till tho last greenback van ished. "Who'll deal?" asked Wentworth. "Wo'll cut." Merry spoko quietly. "Low deals, nco low." Enoch Wentworth cut a tray, Merry a seven Bpot Wentworth shuffled tho cards again and held them out to his opponent "Does ono hand docldo It?" "Yes, ono hand. Each man to dis card, draw, and show down." Wentworth dealt with notlcoablo deliberation. They picked Up their hands. "Glvo mo four cards," said Merry. "I'll tako throe." Wentworth'B faco was as solemn as his voice. For a moment each man sat staring at h! hand. Then Merry spoko. "There's no use in showing down," ho said. "I haven't oven ono llttlo pair." "Hold oi," expostulated Wentworth, Bcorcoly concealing tho rellof which his friend's admission gave him. "I'm only ace high. Does that beat you?" Merry's faco also told ita etory of reaction. "Samo hero," be Bold, laying the card on the tablo faco up, "and a Jolly king to follow It." "King for me, too." Wentworth'B faco flushed and his volco grow impa tient "What's your next card?" "A ten," Merry replied tranquilly, too tonso to wonder why Enoch awaited his declaration. "Ten hero. My Godl aro they all alike 7" "Seven next" "And mtno'B a seven I" Both men paused, each with his eyes on the other's card. "And a four," cried Wentworth Irritably. Ho passed his hand across his forehead; it was moist and cold. "You win." When Merry tossed down his hand a tray turned over it was the same tray which gave Went worth the deal. Wentworth had draws to an ace and ten. Merry held up a king. Tho younger man lifted a pen, dipped it in the ink, and scrawled Enoch Went worth acroes the slip of paper. At tho bottom-ho wrote with grave delib eration, Andrew Merry, and handed tho paper to Wentworth. Tho news paper man stared at It for a moment, then dropped it on the table, laid his cheek on the palm of his hand, and, looking straight In the faco of Uhe actor, asked: "Merry, do you realize what this means?" "Not yet, perhaps; still I wish you moro luck of my life than l'vo had. Now, since I'm to look to you for sup port, could you scaro up a nickel? I've got to ride homo, you know." Before Wentworth could reply, tho curtains parted, and a girl's figure Bhowcd ItBolf for a brief moment "I beg your pardon, Enoch, t thought you were alone," she said, and tho fig ure vanished as suddenly as it had ap peared. "Who's that?" Merry demanded. Wentworth's only answer was to pull out tho lining of his pockets. Prom one he produced a quarter and "Let's Keep This Transaction to Our selves." handed it to the actor. Merry pocketed it without further questioning, and pulled on his gloves. "Good night," ho said, "or good morning, whichever you choose." "Say, old man." Wentworth held the door for a moment half closed while ho spoko. "Say, If you don't mind, let's keep this transaction to ourselves." "I'm willing." Merry paused to strike a light for his last cigar, then ho laid his hands solemnly acrosB his breast "Cross my heart," ho added in a sepulchral tone. Wentworth started at the sound of an opening door. A girl entered. "For heaven's sake, Dorryl What aro you doing up at this unearthly hour 7" "I've had my sleep, you haven't" sho answered with a laugh. "DorcaB, elt down," said her brother. "Do you boo that fellow on the bench under a tree?" The girl leaned a hand on Went worth's shoulder whllo she turned her eyes m the direction hlB finger pointed. "Yes I What's the matter with him? Is he anybody you know? la ho In troublo7" "Ho'a an old friend of mine. It's Andrew Merry, tho comodlan." Wentworth sat for a moment gazing into hie Bister's beautiful face. Sho was a child in splto of her eighteen years. Ho felt like an nnclont, Bin battored, soiled, city-worn hulk of humanity as he returned the straight forward gaze of her gray eyes. "Tell me about him, Enoch." "I ran acrosB him when I was doing dramatics on tho Pittsburgh Union. He wna a gonial lad, but thero wasn't much for him to tell an lnterviower. Ho had been born and raised in a western town and then apprenticed to a country bank. Ho hated figures and loved tho stage. Ho stuck to tho ledgers for a whllo because ho was all his mother had. I guess aho worshiped him." "How did ho happen to go on the stage?" "Came on to New York, as they all do sooner or later, and bogan with a turn In a vaudovillo house. He had reached a salary of fifty a week. Ho wbb perfoctly happy except for one thing ho couldn't get the mother's loneliness out of hie mind. Thoy wroto to each other every day." "I think I should liko him," sug gested Dorcas. "I gave Merry all the spaco noxt morning Instead of tho dancer, and he wroto me a grateful letter. I didn't seo him again until two years later, when I came to New York. I found his name In- tho cast of a light opera company on Broadway. Ho was pretty far down tho list, but beforo the thing had run two weeks ho was moved up to second place. His work was un usual. Ho'a the funniest Merry An drow I over saw, yet onco in a while there's a touch of whimsical, tearful pathos in his antics that makes a man wink." "Tako me to seo him," cried the girl eagerly. "Wo'll go tomorrow. It's his closing night In 'Tho King at Largo.' He's a bigger favorite than several of the big otara, yet It's tho queerest thing in all those years ho's never taken the stop that would bring htm to the top." "Why?" "Tho Lord knowB. Ono manager died, another went under. It's the un certainty of stage life." "And his mother?" asked Dorcas. Sho died suddenly last season. A fool usher gave Merry the telegram in the middle of a performance, when he went off tho stage. Ho dropped as If he'd been shot They rang dawn tiie curtain until the understudy could got into his togs. He didn't act for two months. I thought be would never braco up. I had him here halt tiy win- Enoch By ISABEL GORDON CURTIS Author of "The Woman From Wol- vertont," "The Congress Woman," Etc. (Copyright, 1913. by F. Q. Brown.) tcr trying to cheor him. Ho gavo mo the dumps." - "Poor follow," cried Dorcas. "I roused him through his pride. Ho hadn't a cent to his namo, so I shamed him Into going back to work. Ho earns lots of money, but It gets away from him." Wentworth's gaze turned to the lit ter of chips on tho table. His sister's eyes followed. "Is it that?" sho askod. "Partly." Tho girl rose to her feet Sho put her hands on her brother's shoulders and gazed down into his faco. "Enoch," she said hesitatingly, "I wish you wouldn't You could help your friend If you would turn over, a new leaf yourself." "Wo both swore off tonight for good and all, little girl." Wentworth took her hands between his own and looked into her eyes with a resolute look. "I want you to help both of us Merry and mo. Tho evil of the world was never whispered Inside convent walls. You'vo left a quiet, simple life foT a very different world. There's moro mission work waiting you right hero than If you had taken tho veil." "Enofh," tho girl's face was grave and earnest, "Enoch, nothing would ever make mo tako tho veil. I have only ono ambition I want to go on the stage." "Good Lord I" cried Wentworth, "I never dreamed of such a future for you. "You don't know stage life as I do," ho continued seriously. "Thero art women and men for that matter who go Into the profession clean skinned, clean souled. They spend their lives in it and come out clean; but thero aro experiences they never forget" "Is life as bad as that?" tho girl asked simply. "Life is as bad," her brother answered slowly, "and yet I would as willingly see you go on tho stage as Into society I mean fashionable society, as I know it here in New York. A newspaper man sees the undor side of life." "It would not hurt me." The girl tossed back a heavy braid of hair which feJi over her shoulder, and knelt at Wentworth's knee. "I have you always to turn to, big brothor," she whispered. She laid her cheek fondly against his hand". "Don't you remember that used to be tho only name I had for you? You wero so big, so strong, so wise and so old. I used to sit on the gatepost, waiting for you to come home. Don't you remember our Saturday tramps, how we used to play 'I spy In the orchard, and went blrd'e-nestlng, picnicking and fishing, or playing Indian camp on the Island?" Enoch clasped her hands tightly. "I remember, little Dorry. They were the happiest days In my life." "Lot us get out of tho city," cried the girl. Their eyes turned to the sun lit square below. Tho morning rush of New York life had begun, with Its clang of bells and thunder of vehicles. "Dorcas, I'm off to bed. I haven't shut an eye for 24 hours." CHAPTER II. The Measure of a Man. A week later Wentworth and his sis ter left town for a vacation. They had discovered an old-fashioned farm house on a quiet stretch of shore, and settled down contentedly to a simple, outdoor life. Ono morning a telegram broka thnlr solitude. "I have half an hour to catch a train to tho city," said Enoch, as he tumbled out of a hammock. "You may drive me to the depot if you wish, Dorcas." "You're not called back to that hot office," sho cried wistfully, "after a vacation of only three days?" "It Isn't the paper, Dorcas; it's Merry. Get into the buggy; I'll tell you about It on our way to the station. n a Half-Dazed Fashion He 8hook Hands. You may drlvo." He leaned back comfortably in the wide seat "You like driving, I don't." "What's the matter with Mr. Merry?" Dorcas asked. "Is he HI?" "Not that, but he's In danger of kill Ing his career. He's going up the state to a llttlo ono-horse town to play lead ing roles In a ten, twenty, thirty stock company." "Why docs he do that?" "I guess he's broke. I can't tell until I see him. I'll be back tonight, or tomorrow at tic tmt. I'll wire you Wentworth what train. You'll meet me, won't you?" "Of course," she promised. Next morning tho two 'men stood on the platform of tho smoker on a shore accommodation train, which sauntered from one small station to tho next, skirting the water for miles. Androw Merry tossed a half-smoked cigar into a swamp besldo the track where the thin, green blades of cat tails wore whipped by tho breeze. "I don't believe I want to mix odors this morning," ho enld. "It is great ozono." Wentworth lifted his hat to let tho wind cool his head. "There's tho little station now! I'll bet that speck of whlto is Dorcas!" "How queer that I've never met your sister," Merry suggested. "Is eho grown up?" Wentworth laughed. "Almost," ho admitted. "You did see her once." Merry followed Wentworth as the train stopped. In a half-dozed fashion he shook hands with a tall young woman in a, white linen gown. Was this tho child long limbed, gawky and ohy he had Imagined he might meet? Somewhere back in his mind lay on impression that Enoch had referred to his sister as a young colt. Tho thought was bo absurd that ho smiled; any coltish awkwardness must have disappeared with short frocks! Merry stared at tho girl with bewildered ad miration, wondering now why he had never felt the mildest curiosity about Wentworth's sister. He became con scious that he was making a mental analysis; she had black-fringed gray eyes; warmth and dancing blood glowed In her face, for sho had the coloring of a Jack rose; a mass of auburn hair was colled In a loose knot at the back of her head; she wore no hat; a band of dull-blue velvet was tied about her head and fell in a looae bow over her ear, but strands of hair, which glowed like copper in the sun shine, had escaped and blow about her face; she had the tender mouth of a child. In the straightforward eyes was sweet womanliness, gentle deter mination, and a lack of feminine vanity which 'Merry had seldom seen in the face of a beautiful woman. He even forgot to drop her hand whllo he gazed Into her faco, half admiringly, half perplexedly.. . "I've brought Mr. Merry down to stay with us till we go home," Went worth announced. "I'm delighted," cried Dorcas cor dially. Next morning after breakfast Enoch and his sister rowed out to deep water With their flshinc outfit Merrv hUH was In bed; ho was tired, he pleaded, and could not Immediately acquire the habit of early rising. "What do you think of Andrew?" nsked Wentworth abruptly. Ho lifted his head after the task of baiting a hook and looked Into his sister's face. "I think ho ought to be waked up." "To Join our fishing trip?" "I mean waked In his ambitions. He seems to mo like a man who has no goal in sight Ho needs something to work for. He spoke last night of one ambition he has " "Sort of moonlight confidences?" queried her brother. "No not that He's detprminnil in Jump straight Into a part that will wring tne neari out or nis listeners." "That's foolish. Tho public wants Just eo much versatility. You can't kill off a beloved comedian to resur rect a new emotional actor, no matter how good he may be. People won't stand for it" "He isn't satisfied." The girl pulled up her line and tossed away a morsel of nibbled bait, covering the hook with a fresh clam. "Somo greedy fish had a square meal off your bait and never ent thn hook In his gullet He'll come back for more, then got caught It's the same way with human beings." "PhlloBopherl" laughed Dorcas. Sho dropped her line again Into deep water and waited for her brother's predic tion to come true. Merry had breakfasted beforo their return. He sat upon tho vine-grown piazza, gazing at the sparklo of the ocean, when "tho two agilo figures stepped across his vision. "Well, Sir Lazy, bo you're up!" cried the girl. "You should havo been with ua to find on appetite. See our fish! Here's a dinner for you!" "I'm going to turn over a new lea'f," said Merry. His eyes wero fixed on the girl's glowing face, and for a mo ment ho shared her Intense enjoyment of life. "Will you turn It oyer tomorrow morning at sunrise?" sho demanded. "Even bo soon, most gracious, lady." Ho swept her a stage bow, hisoft hat trailing tho ground as if it had been a cavalier's cap loaded with plume3. Matching his grace, the girl turned" to him, laughing, with tho mock dignity of a queen. "I command that at early dawn, when tho tide goes out ye hlo three to yon flats and dig clamo for our savory meal." "I shall obey, most royal highness," answered Merry solemnly. "I believe he la waking up," thought Dorcas as sho ran upstairs to dress for the noon dinner. "If ho does that, I'll believe he has somo backbone." When Dorcas and her b'rother came down next morning for breakfast, Morry had disappeared. "I'm glad I'm not your victim," eald Wentworth, with a note of sympathy In his Yolce. "Enoch," the girl turned to him gravely, "I told you he needed waking up, and this la a good start It won't hurt him a bit" "Poor Merry! What a sight!" Thoy watched him como tramping over the beach. Ho woro Farmor Hutchlns' overalls rolled up to his kns and a flapping cow-breakfast hat He carried a clam fork and occa sionally shifted a heavy basket of clams from one arm to the other. CHAPTER III. Castlopea'a Chair. Dorcas Wentworth stopped on the crest of a cliff and looked down. A few feet below hor, on a ledge llko a wide shelf, Merry lay watching the waves as they broke against the Jagged walls ot a narrow cove. "Day-dreaming, Mr. Merry?" cried tho girl. Ho sprang to his feet "Why, I never henrd you. Do you wear velvet shoos? Let me help you down." Ho began to climb the uneven steps. "The idea of helping me down, aftor I have made my way alono over theso chasms!" Sho pointed to tho wall be hind her. Then resting ono hand on his shoulder, eho leaped past him lightly. "What a heavenly retreaj!" "Yes," answered Merry, dreamily. "1 found It several days ago. I've called It Casslopea's Chair." "Who was Casslopea?" "I've forgotten. Some satellite crea ture, I bcllevo. Her name bos a rest ,ful sound, and thle place Is restful and lonely." The girl laughed. "Wero you day dreaming?" "I suppose so. I was watching those waves. Most of them break without a splash; then once in a' whllo, away out as far as your eyo can reach, you see ono roll up, gathering force from you can't imagine where, and it comes on tempestuously through a calm sea, to crash against the cliffs. Sometimes It throws Its spray up hero." He pointed to a wet line on the rock Just below thom. "Then again, one which prom ises to he a ripper amounts to nothing when it breaks." "Yes it is fascinating," she agreed. "Yesterday I spent an hour watching them. It makes me think of people." "What people?" ho demanded, not understanding. "All sorts. Peoplo who never do anything, who saunter through life and are the failures, and tho few who live after their work Is done. "Merry," In her Intensity tho girl addressed him as her brother did, "they mako mo think of you. You could make a towering big wave of yo;ir lifo. You don't!" The man turned quickly and looked Into her eyes with flushed face. He did not speak. "I wish oh, I do wish" Dorcas' volco was like that of an ardent child. Merry Stared Down Into the Girl's Face. "I wish I could rouse you to make the best of yourself. There is so much you could do!" "Do you really think so?" "No, I don't think it, I know it You are two people; one Is lazy and indif ferent, with Just ambition enough to do tho work you have to do. You can't help doing it well you could not do it badly. Then thero is the other a man with vivid imagination, feeling, emotion, and ability; but It Is so hard to wake him up I" Merry Jumped to his feet and stared down Into tho girl's face. "How did you learn this about mo? Has Enoch laid my soul bare to you?" "Enoch told mo something of your career, that was alL I know you bet ter than he does." ' (TO BE CONTINUED.) NEAT, EVEN FOR FRENCHMAN Typically Parisian Was the Witty, If Ironical, Rebuke Admlnlctered Mean House Mistress. The Parisian is proverbially pollto, although he may and often does Im part a flavor of Ironical mischief to his courtesy. Tho following Incident Is typically Parisian. It is the custom in the French capi tal for the cook to do all the market ing. This adds considerably to the cook's income, for every dealer allows her about 1 cent on every 20 cents that sho spends. So French cooks in sist on their marketing prerogative, and tho mistress who denies It to them Is hold to be a very mean per son. Well, a person of this sort, an older ly woman, was In tho habit of doing her own marketing In a long duster. The dustor hid her purchases. Whllo she was usurping her cook's rights, It kopt her from being detected In the act. As this woman, one hot morning, was walking homeward in her duster from the St Honore market, she stum bled and a leg of mutton fell and rolled across the sldowalk. A passing stranger, sizing up the situation, picked up the leg of mutton and, with a bow and smile, returned It with this salutation: "Permit mo, Madame your fan." Only One. She (gazing at the view) What a magnificent sceno! He (an auto fiend) Tou mean that limousine? Vast Continent ef Asia. Asia, which is the largest of the con tinents, has an estimated area of 17, 057,688 squaro miles. WESTERN CANADA'S - PROSPECTS FOR 1914 Excellent Spring for Work and Wheat Seeding About Finished. Tho writer has Just returned from an extenslvo trip through tho Prov inces of Manitoba, Saskatchewan and Alberta, in Western Canada. Tho crop conditions aro tho very best, and no one locality seems to havo an advan tage over another In this respect. The uniformity in growth is remarkable, and In all parts of tho thrco provinces spring wheat at tho tlmo of writing, May 10th, is well above tho ground from two to threo inches. Consider able fall plowing was dono last year, and this, with tho summer fallow, 1b already Beeded bo that practically wheat seeding is over by this date. Evorywhoro tho farmers aro busy and tho whole country presents ono great sceno of activity threo-horso, four horso and five-horse teamB aro busy preparing land for barley, oats and flax. On some of tho larger farms batteries of steam and gasollno out fits aro at work, but in a great many districts where these havo been oper ated In the past they aro being displaced- by horses, owing no doubt pnr tlally to tho difficulty of securing ex perienced men to operate thom. Any wny, thero Is being put Into agricul ture In Western Canada, greater ef fort with more promise than for somo years past The soil 1b In tho best possible condition; moisture has been Bufilcient, thero have been no winds to dry out tho soil, and If the farmers havo had to lay up for a day or so now and again, It was merely that tho ground might hnvo the advantage of tho rain and nn occasional snow, which promise so much for tho grow ing crop. With some warm weather tho grain will como along In a man ner that will equal tho best years Western Canada has ever had. It must not be thought from this that tho farmers are full bent on se curing a grain crop alono. In nearly every district thero Is more and moro tho Indication and inclination to go into mixed farming. Herds of cattlo now dot the plains that up to tho present had been fully given up to grain growing, hogs and sheep aro In evidence. Now buildings aro to be seen on a great many places, theso being pig houses and cow stables, al though protection of cattle Is not regu larly required, excepting for calves and such cows as it may bo necessary to house from timo to time. The growing of alfalfa and other fodder grasses is an Industry that Is being rapidly developed. During this spring a splendid class of new settlers have gono in, many of them from tho eastern states. These havo seen what success the western and central states man has achieved In Western Canada, and are now go ing In in hundreds. Thn movement from Montana, Oregon and Washing ton to Canada continues without any abatement as to numbers and value of effects, while tho central and eastern states arey still sending an excellent class of farmers with means sufficient to begin farming on a scale that will pay from the start Those who contemplate visiting tho Panama Exposition next year will find that one of tho most interesting trips they can make will bo via tho Cana dian West There will be three lines of railway they can use tho Canadian Pacific, Canadian Northern and Grand Trunk Pacific, all of which will have through to coast lines comploted. Thus will be given a view of prairie, wood land and mountain scenery unexcelled In America. Advertisement Bankruptcy Decision. Tho supremo court of Now Jersey holds in Bolton ya. Bolton that when a wife goes into bankruptcy tho trus tee in bankruptcy is entitled to tako possession of arrears of alimony duo her for tho benefit of the creditors. Tho court said: "When it 1b considered that during tho period of non-payment the wife has in all probability been contract ing debts for her support on tho faith of recovering theso payments, and that alimony is awarded for tho express purpoBO of hor support by paying in cash as Bho goes along, and when it is considered further that by her dis charge in bankruptcy theso debts are wiped out, it seem manifestly unjust that tho creditors should havo no re courso to the very fund that tho di vorce court provided to pay them," Pleasant for Preacher. A mother sent her llttlo daughter down to open tho door and entertain tho minister, Mr. Black, whllo sho fin ished dressing. When sho appeared tho little kitten ran In ahead of her, and the tiny maiden Jumped up and down and screamed at the top of her voice: "Oh, kitty, kitty, go out, quick." Tho mother was horrified, and said: "Daughter, what makes you act so?' "Well, mother, dad said last night 'that Mr. Black's sbrmons woro enough . v malrn nt alMr nnri T Hftn'f wnnf mlno sick." " Line of Duty. Undo Luke had 'been over into Cal houn county to seo the son of his old master, now grown to ripo ago and Judicial office. ' " "Luke, how does Mr. John look?" asked tho old gentleman. "Ho'a get ting stout, eh?" "Yaa, suh," agreed Luke. "Ah will say dat w'en Ah saw Mas'r John ov'y buttln on hlB wala'coat was doln' ita duty, sah." 8he Knew What She Meant "Miss Ethel," ho began, "or Ethel, I mean I've known you long enough to drop tho 'MIsb,' haven't I?" Sho fixed her lovoly eyes upon him with a meaning gazo. "Yes, I think you have," she said. "What prefix do you wish to substitute?" Catholic Citizen. Suitable .Match. "That girl has shocking wavB." "Maybo that's tho reason sho mar ried an electrician." Many a friendship has boon short by a Ions tongue. cut. 1 tJ N :rfG- J-- . " . '"f - H - wr"t