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Reflection* of a Rhinoceros.
j Chicago Tribune: I am glad beauty la
only skin deep.
Sometimes I wonder what I was made
-■for. anyhow.
' I hear other animals talking about mos
iqultoea. IVhat are mosquitoes?
i Of all the awkward, ungainly things I
•ever saw. I think the kangaroo In that
imext cage Is the queerest.
• It must be awfully unhandy for these
*two-legged creatures they tall men to
‘enove around. They seem to have only
■one toe on each foot
Some day when I have a good chance
,V!l run my horn through that fellow
(with the sharp stick that makes me get
jtjp and walk around when I'm tired, ilo
Juiowa where my sore spots are.
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kiexe lawyers who are on the boards of
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^dowager seems to know the distinction .
(between a lawyer and a member of the
"bar.
Mrs. Wlmalow ■ bootbiso oraur Tor Children
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’ Chicago Record-Herald: "Ah!" said the
«arl, “I am afraid you are marrying me
merely for my title.”
' "Oh, dear, no!” replied the heiress. It’s
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Then and Now.
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(Aatorfeller started In life he worked In a
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(the counter."
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"He’s so troubled with Insomnia that
-he’d be glad to sleep anywhere."
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Fort Worth Record: "Where have
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: "On a deer hunt."
"How’d you come out?"
"Fine! Wasn’t mistaken for a deei
(once."
protesting Against Rsle Keduotion
Atlanta, Ga.
') The recent proposition of J. Pope
Brown, Chairman of the Georgia Rail
road Commission, to reduce the passen
ger rate in Georgia from three to two
cents per mile was protested against
by the Brotherhood of Locomotive En
gfmeers, the Order of Railway Conduc
'tors. and unions of the blacksmiths,
machinists, telegraphers, boilermakers,
.railway train men, carpenters and
Joiners, clerks and car men. These or
ganizations employed an attorney es
pecially to represent them, who urged
that such n reduction would work
against the prosperity of the State and
lead to reduction in the number of
railroad employes, as well as of their
wages. The Travelers’ Protective As
sociation also protested that a reduc
-tion as proposed would result In fewer
drains and poorer service.
'Kngllsh opticians are preparing to
Introduce a bill In parliament for the
{registration of persons who profess to
test sight.
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Scraps: Mrs. Newrlch—Don't the ozone
•melt strong up 'ere, 'Enery?
•Boery—Why, M'rla, It ain't In bloom
got. Yer can't sniff nuftink but the sea.
THE MASTER OF APPLEBY;!
%--. .-- By Francis Lyr.d*. -—-—-— <,
-■ - -~^* "»»AAA*A**A***^*^ft*A/1<‘A**A***ft***‘>A**AAAi»
j ’* Tls good and true of you to say so,
little one; but there he two sides to that
as well. So my father’s acres come at
last to you and Richard Jennifer, I shall
be well content, I do assure you, Mar
gery."
She sprang up from her low seat and
went to stand in the window bay. After
a time she turned and faced once again,
and the warm blood was in cheek and
neck, and there was a soft light in her
eyes to make them shine like stars.
"Then yon would have me marry Rich*
ard Jennifer?" she asked.
’Twas hut a little word that honor
bade me say, and yet it choked me and I
could not say it.
"Dirk would have you, Margery; and
Dick is my dear friend—as I am his."
"But you?" she queried. “Were you my
friend, as well, is this as you would
have it?"
My look went past her through the
lead-rimmed window-panes to the great
oaks and hickories on the lawn; to these
and to the white road winding in and out
among them. While yet I sought for
words In which to give her unreservedly
to my dear lad, two horsemen trotted into
view. One of them was a king's man;
the other a civilian in sober black. The
redcoat rode as English troopers do, with
a firm seat, as if the man were master
of his mount; but the smaller man in
black seemed little to the manner born,
and daylight shuttled in arid out beneath
h!m, keeping time to the Jog-trot of his
beast.
I thought it passing strange thut with
all good will to answer her. these coming
horsemen seemed to hold me silent. And,
indeed, 1 did not speak until they carne
so near that C could make them out.
"1 am your friend, Margery mine; as
good a friend as you will let me be. And
as between Richard Jennifer and another,
T should [>e a sorry friend to Dick did I
not—"
She heard the clink of horseshoes on
the gravel and turned, signing to me for
silence while she looked below. The win
dow' overhung the entrance on that side,
through the opened air casement I heard
some babblement of voices, though not
the words.
"I must go down,” she said. “'Tis com
pany come, and my father is away."
She passed behind my chair, and. hear
ing her hand upon the latch, I had
thought her gone—gone down to welcome
my enemy and his riding mate, the fac
tor. But while I was cursing my unready
tongue and repenting that I had nof.'glv
en her some small word of warning, she
spoke again.
“You say ‘Richard Jennifer or another.’
What know you of any other, Monsieur
John?"
"Nay, 1 know nothing save what, you
have told me; and from that I have been
hoping there was no other."
“But if T say there may be?"
My heart went sick at that. True, T
had thought to give her generously to
Dick, whose right was paramount; but
to another— •
“Margery, come hither where I may see
you." And when she stood before me
Ilka a bidden child: "Tell me, little
comrade, who is that other?"
But now her mood was changed, and
from standing sweet and pensive she fell
a-laughlng.
“What Impudence!” she cried. “Ma
fol! You should borrow Pere Matthieu’s
cassock and breviary; then, mayhap, I
might confess to you. But not before.”
But still l pressed her.
“Tell me, Margery."
She tossed her head and would not
look at me “Dick Jennifer is but a hoy;
suppose this other were a man full
grown.”
“ Y es ?' ’
“ A n.l a anl.l Ia.< ••
The sickness In my heart became a
fire.
"O, Margery! Don’t tell me It Is this
fleml who came Just now!"
All in u flash the Jesting mood was
gone, but that which took Its place was
strange to me. Tears came; her bosom
heaved. And then she would have passed
me but I caught her hands and held them
fast.
"Margery, one moment; for your own
sweet sake, If not for Dick's or mine, have
naught to do with this devil’s emissary
of a man. If you only knew—If I "dared
tell you—”
Hut for once, It seemed, I had stretched
my privilege beyond the limit. She
whipped her hands from my hold and
faced me coldly,
“Sir Francis says you are a brave gen
tleman, Captain Ireton, jnd though he
knows well what you would be about,
he has not sent a file of men to put you
In arrest. And In return you call him
names behind his back. 1 shall not stay
to listen, sir.”
With that she passed again behind my
chair, and once again I heard her hand
upon the latch. Hut 1 would say my say.
''Forgive me. Margery, I pray you;
'twas only what you said that made mo
mad. 'Tls less than naught it' you'll
deny It.”
I waited long and patiently, and thought
ahe must have gone before her answer
came And this Is what she said;
"If I must tell you then; 'tls now two
weeks nnd more since Sir Francis Fal
connet asked me to marry him. I—I hope
you do feel better, Captain Ireton."
And with these bicterest of all wordr
to her leave-taking, she left me to en
dure an best 1 might the hell of torment
they had lighted for me.
CHAPTER VI.
SHOWING HOW RED WRATH MAY
HEAL A WOUND.
It was full two days after the coming
of the baronet and the factor-lawyei
Pengarvin before I saw my lady's fact
near-hand again, and sometimes 1 vva«
glad for Richard Jennifer's sake, bul
oftener would curse and swear be
cause I was bound hand and foot ant
could not balk my enemy.
I knew Sir Francis and the lawyei
still lingered on at Appleby Hundred
Indeed, I saw them dally from my win
dow—and Darius would be telling me
that they waited upon the coming o
some courlet from the south. But thh
I disbelieved. Some suchlike lie th<
baronet might have told, I thought; bu
when I saw him walk abroad wltt
Margery on his arm, pacing back ant
forth beneath the oaks t-nd bending lov
to catch her lightest word with gravi
and courtly deference that none knov
better how to feign, 1 knew wherefon
he stayed—knew and raged afresh a
my own impotence, nnd for the though
that Margery was wholly at the mere;
of this devil.
Yours Is a colder century than wa
ours, my dears. Your art has tempere<
love and passion into sentiment, ant
hate you have learned to call aversloi
or dislike. But we of that simple-heart
ed elder time were more downright
and 1 have writ the word 1 mean Ii
saying that my love was at the mere;
of this fiend.
I know not how It is or why, bu
there are men who have this gift—sont
winning way to turn a woman's hea<
or touch her heart; and I knew wel
this gift was his. 'Twas not his face
for that was something less than hand
some, to my fancy; nor yet his figure
though that was big and soldierly
enough. It was rather in some sublety
of manner, some power of simulation
whereby jn any womanly heart he
seemed to stand at will for that which
he was not.
As I have said, I knew him well
enough: knew him incapable of love
apart from passion, and that to him
there was no sacredness in maiden
chastity or wifely vows. So he but
gained lis end, he r%red no whit what
followed after: ruin, broken hearts, lost
so ils, a man slain now and then to keep
the scale tipping—all were as one to
him. or to the Francis Falconnet I
knew.
And. touching marriage, with Mar
gery or any other, 1 feared that love
would have no word to say. Passion
there might he, and that fierce desire to
have and wear which burns like a
miser’s fever In the blood; but never
love as lovers measure It. Why, then,
had he proposed to Margery? The an
swer did not tarry. Since he was now
hut a gentleman volunteer It was plain
that he had squandered his estate, and
so might brook the marriage chain if
it were linked up with my father's
acres.
It was a bait to lure such a gamester
strongly. As matters stood with us in
that wan summer of exhaustion and
defeat, the king’s cause waxed and
grew more hopeful day by day. And in
event of final victory a landless
baronet, marrying Margery's dower of
Appleby Hundred, might snap his
fingers at the Jews who, haply, had
driven him forth from Kngland.
And as for Margery? Truly, she had
tol«t me, or as good as told me, thp.t her
maiden love had pledged itself a pawn
for Jennifer’s redeeming. But there be
other tilings than love to sway a wom
an’s will. This volunteer captain with
the winning way was of the haute
noblesse, and he could make her Lady
Falconnet. Moreover, he was with her
day by day; and you may mark this as
you will, that a present suitor hath
ever the trump cards to play against
the absent lover.
So. brooding over this, I wore out two
most dismal days—the first in many I
had had to pass alone. But on the
morning of the third the sky was light
ened, though then the light was but a
flash and darkness followed quickly
after. She came again and brought me
a visitor; It vvaa this same Father Mat
thieu with whom she had jestingly
compared me, and lest I should take my
punishment too lightly, stayed but to
make the good priest known to me.
Now 1 was born and bred an heretic,
by any papist’s reckoning, but I have
ever held It witless ir. that man who
lets a creed obstruct a friendship.
Moreover, this sweet-faced cleric was
the friendliest of men; friendly, and yet
Lhe wiliest Jesuit of them all, since he
read md at a glance ard fell straight
way to praising Margery.
”A truly sweet young demoiselle,” he
said, by way of foreword, no sooner
was the door closed behind her, and
while he preached a sermon on this text
I grew to know and love him.
He was a little man, as bone and
muscle go, with deep-set eyes, and fea
tures kind and mild and fine as any
woman's: some such face as Leonardo
gave St. John, could that have been less
youthful. I could not tell Ills order,
though from his well-worn cassock
girded at the waist with a frayed bit
of hempen cord he might have tieen a
Little Brother of the Poor. But this I
noted; that he was not tonsured, and
his white hair, soft and fine as Mar
gery's, was like an aureole to the finely
chiseled features. As mlssionay men of
any creed are apt, he looked far older
than he really was; and when he came
to tell me of his life among the Indians,
It was patent how the years had multi
plied upon him.
I listened, well enough content to
learn him better by his own report.
"But you must find It thankless
work; this gospeling in the wilderness,"
I ventured, when all was said. “ 'Tis
but a hermit's life for any man of
parts; and after all, when you have
done your utmost, your converts are
but savages, as they were."
At this he smiled and shook his head.
“No, monsieur, not so. You are a sol
dier and cannot sec beyond your point
of sword. Mills, mon ami, they have
souls to save, these poor children of
the forest, ami they are far more sinned
against than sinning. I find them kind
and true and faithful; and somo of
them are noble, in their way.”
I laughed. "I’ve read about these
noble ones," I said. “ 'Twas in a book
caled ‘Hakluyt's Yolages.’ Truly, I
know them not as you do, for in my
youth 1 knew them most in war. We
called them brave but cruel then; and
when I was a hoy I could have shown
you where, within a mile of this, they
burned poor Davie Davidson at the
stake."
"Ah, yes; there has been much of
that," he sighed. “But you must con
fess. Cuptaln Ireton, that you English
carry tire and sword among them, too."
From that he would have told me
more about the savages, but I was In
terested nearer home. As I have said,
1 was like any prisoner tn a dungeon
for lack of news, and so by degrees I
fetched him round to telling me of
what was going on beyond my window
sight of lawn and forest.
Brave deeds were to the fore, it
seemed. At Ramsour's mill, a few
miles north and west, some little hand
ful of determined patriots had bested
thrice their number of the king's par
tisans. and that without a leader big
ger than a oountv colonel. Lord Raw
don. In command of Lord Corn
wallis' van, had come as far
as Waxhaw creek, but being
unsupported, had withdrawn to Hang
ing Rock. Our Mr. Rutherford was on
his way to the Forks of Yadkin to en
gage the Tories gathering under Colo
nel Bryan. As yet, it seemed, we had
no force of any consequence to take
the field against Cornwallis, though
there were flying rumors of an army
marching from Virginia, with a new
appointed general at its head.
On the whole it was the king’s cause
that prospered, and the rising wave of
invasion bade fair to inundate the land.
So thought my kindly gossip; and. hav
ing naught to gain or lose in the great
war, or ather having naught to lose
and everything to gain, whichever way
these worldly cards might run, he was
a fair, impartial witness.
As you may well suppose, this news
awoke in me the lust of battle, and 1
I must chafe the more for having it.
I And while my visitor talked on, and I
t was listening with the outward ear,
ray brain was busy putting two and
two together. How came it that the
i British outpost still remained at
• Queensborough, with my Lord Rawdon
withdrawn and the patriot home guard
t well down upon its rear? Some urgent
> reason for the stay there must be; and
1 at that I remembered what Darius had
1 toldi me of its captain waiting for some
, messenger from the south.
■ | I scored this matter with a question
. i siark. Dulling it aside to think on more
when I should be alone. And when the
priest had told me all the news at
large, we came again to speak of Mar
gery.
"1 go and come through all this bor
derland." he said, when I asked him
how and why he came to Appleby Hun
dred, "but It was mam’selle’s message
brought me here. She is my ewe lamb
in all this region, and I would journey
far to see her.”
I wondered pointedly at this, for in
that day the west was fiercely Protest
ant and the mother church had scanty
footing in the borderland.
"But Mistress Margery Is not a Cath
olic!" said I.
His look forgave the protest In the
words.
"Indeed she is. my son. Has she
not told you?”
Now truly she had not told me so in
any measured word or phrase; and yet
I might have guessed it, since she had
often spoken lovingly of this same Fa
ther Matthieu. And yet It was incred
ible to me.
“But how—I do not understand how
that can be," I stammered. "Surely,
she told me she was of Huguenot blood
on the mother's side, and that is—”
The missionary’s smile was lenient
still, but full of meaning.
"Not all who wander from the Cath
olic fold are lost forever. Captain Ire
ton. The mother of this demoiselle
lived all her life a Protestant, I think,
but when she came to die she sent for
me. And that is how her child was
sent to France and grew up convent
bred. Monsieur Stair gave his promise
at the mother's deathbed, and though
he liked it‘not, he kept It.”
“Aha, I see. And for this single lamb
of your scant fold you brave the terrors
of our heretic backwoods? It does you
credit, Father Matthieu. The war fills
all horizons now, mayhap, but I have
seen the time in Mecklenburg when
your cassock would have been a chal
lenge to the mob."
His smile was quite devoid of bitter
ness. "The time has not yet passed,"
he said, gently. "I have been six weeks
on the way from Maryland hither, hid
ing in the forest by day and faring on
at night. Indeed. I was in hiding oni
a neighboring plantation when our|
demoiselle’s messenger found me.” I
This put me keen upon remembering,
what had gone before; how he had said
at first that she had sent for him. I
thought it strange, knowing how peril-’
uuri me lime nun jnuee in u ji i/c iwi
such as he. But not until he rose and,!
bidding me good-day, left me to my
self, did I so much as guess the thing]
his coming meant. When I had guessed
it; when I put this to that—her telling]
me Sir P’rancis had proposed for her,'
and this her sending for the priest—j
the madness of my love for her was as
naught compared to that anger whichi
seized and racked me.
I know not how the hours of this,
black day were made to come and go,'
grinding me to dust and ashes in Iheir.
passage, yet leaving me alive and keenl
to suffer at the end. . ;
A thousand times that day I lived in!
torment through the scene in which' |
the priest had doubtless come to play! ]
his part of joiner. The stage for it;
would be the great room fronting!
south; the room my father used to,
call our castle. P’or guests I thought;
there would be space enough and some|
to spare, for, as you know, our Meek-,
lenburg was patriot to the core. But i
as to this, the bridegroom's troopers)
might till out the tale, and in my heat
ed fancy I could see them grouped be-] [
neath the candle-sconces with belts' j
and baldrics fresh pipe-clayed, andt
shakos doffed, and sabretaches well in
front. "A man full grown—a soldier,”! i
she had said; and trooper guests were)
fitting in such case.
From serving in a Catholic land Ij
knew the customs of the mother|
church. So I could see the priest ini
cassock, alb and stole as he would'
stand before some makeshift altar lit!
with candles. And us he stands,they'
come to kneel before him; my winsome!
Margery in all her royal beauty, a child!
to love, and yet an empress peerless in!
her woman’s realm; and at her side,I
with his knee touching hers, this man!
who was a devil!
What wonder it I cursed and choked)
and cursed again when the maddening}
thought of what all this should meant
for my poor wounded Richard—and la-1
ter on. tor Margery herself—possessed)
me? In which of these hot fever-gusts'
of rage the thought of interference
came, I know not. But that it came a4
length—a thought and plan full-growil
at birth—I do know. !
The pointing of the plan was desper-J
ate and simple. It was neither more!
nor less than this; I knew the house]
and every turn and passage in it, and.
when the hour should strike 1 said)
I should go down and skulk]
among the guests, and at the cru-l
cial moment find or seize a weapon and'
fling myself upon this bridegroom as'
he should kneel before the altar.
With strength to bend him back and]
strike one blow, I saw not why it might’
not win. And as for strength, I have*
learned this in war; that so the ragei
be hot enough, ’twill nerve a dying man,
to hack and hew and stab as with tho
strength of ten.
(Continued Next Week.)
LIFE A LOTTERY.
Chanco of Being Born With Health and
Good Temper.
Mexican Herald: A far northern con
temporary objects to the phrase, "Life Isi
a lottery,” and goes on to repeat the time
worn platitudes, that "Life Is an oppor
tunity," a "struggle,” etc. But life may*
be both an opportunity and a battle, and
yet have some of the features of a lottery.
In the first place, men and women are
not responsible for their temperament
which makes or mars fortunes, and ren
ders life happy or the reverse. We think
as our temperament inclines us, and her^
does fate lay a heavy hand upon us at
: the very outset of existence. Then theta
is the bare chance of being born Into a)
well-to-do family with civilized instincts
■ and so having the benefit of solicitous care
: bestowed on one’s health and education.
| The child born into a cross-grained, un
happy. perhaps struggling family is sur*
rounded by unfortunate influences. ‘
There Is the lottery chance of drawing
a health prize. To be born with a strong
I constitution in addition to a genial and
i care-free temperament is an immense ad
vantage. To be born nervous, rickety,
| subject to fits of depression from child
hood is nothing less than a calamity.
Many a man wtio has won fame, though
j handicapped by an irritable disposition,
lias confessed how hard was his struggle.
| To make enemies more easily than friends
is the lot of many men and women.
No human being can select his time for
entering tho world; he may arrive just
i when the "lean years” begin, when par
ents arc forced to deny themselves and
their children not merely luxuries, but
| comforts. The child born of a care-worn
i or anxious mother Is marked for moodl
| ness during life. The child whose mother
i is a superstitious, timorous person is
! handicapped in a world where courage
; and cheerfulness are the great success
] compelling qualities.
All through life the lottery feature of
j human conditions is made manifest. Luck i
; may easily go past the careful, honest and
i industrious and throw its prize Into the
laps of fools. Life is very much a lot
' tery.
! New York city consumes 2,000,000 bar- ,
; reis of potatoes a year.
POINTERS FOR FARMERS.
From the Farmer and Breeder.
Tobacco water will destroy bugs and
I worms on rose bushes.
Keep the ground which the crops oc
cupy free from weeds and soft and
mellow.
It always pays to make every addi
tion to the manure heap possible.
Loose hair in the mane and tail of a
horse usually denotes bad blood.
A noisy and slow milker will soon ruin
the most gentle of cows.
A slow, sluggish horse is a nuisance
everywhere except at heavy dray work.
While salt is beneficial to trees it
must be used in limited quantities or it
may kill them.
Do not be too cautious about thinning
out the plants as the remainder will
only grow the larger.
The best stock for any farmer to keep
is the kind best adapted to his farm
and his markets.
The dairy cow should be well suited
to her business in life and not be a
mere stock or beef animal.
Feed will obviate many difficulties in
breeding and building up any ahimal,
and sheep are no exception.
The future horse depends a good deal
on the treatment the young colt re
ceives the first summer of its exist
ence.
The feeding of farm animals is often
attended by loss just because the feed
is not suitable or not properly pre
pared.
In fattening animals, seeing to their
health and comfort is just as import
ant as giving them an abundance of
nourishing food.
In selecting a horse for any purpose
other than draft a very wide breast
should be avoided for in most cases a
horse with this formation paddles when
he trots.
The churn should never be filled more
than half full and then if the temper
ature is just right it will churn easily.
The young fruit trees will send up
many shoots which will need trim
ming off and this should be done as
soon as they make their appearance.
It is important to milk clean from
the first as the retention of milk in the
udder injures it and tends to decrease
the yield.
Sheep bear a strong relationship to
mixed husbandry, especially where high
farming is followed and any attempt to
separate the two will prove dtstastrous.
As it is the nervous system which di
gests the food it is not best to give a
horse anything to eat that is hard to
digest w'hen he is tired and weary.
One of the chief lacks in stone fruits
is potash in the soil. This is especially
true of peaches which are supposed to
do better on sandy soils where potash
is usually deficient. Liberal dressing
with wood ashes will be found bene
ficial.
rune is always lost anu tuuui speni,
at least partially in vain, whenever the
crops are not cultivated sufficiently to (
insure their highest yield and when
ever any piece of work is done in such .
a manner as to necessitate its being
done over again in a short time.
To make the best mutton the animal
should be made to grow rapidly and
to mature as young as possible and be- :
yond everything else, always be kept
in prime condition. The last is im- j
portant in making tender, juicy mutton !
as the tendency to poverty in an ani
mal is to make the meat hard and dry.
ATTEND the big breeders’ Hereford and
Shorthorn auction, Sioux City, Thursday,
May 4th.
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Don Carlos as a Revolutionist.
Vance Thompson In Success: Don
Carlos has his palace on the grand
canal In Venice. You may see him,
any day, driving at full speed In his
electric launch through the silent wa
terways. As the yellow, whizzing
launch appears the black gondolas
scatter hke waterflies. In foam and
noise It passes, Don Carlos lolling on
the red cushions, his handsome, dis
satisfied wife beside him. Manned by
flunkies in the red and yellow livery
of Spain, it passes—a thing of noise
and pomp and color, which has no
business there, drumming up the quiet
waters of the canals. Don Carlos is
a big man physically, his body is vast
—high and wide and profound: he is
rosy, blond, bearded, with bulging
eyes; so far as the look of him goes,
he might sit on any throne with credit
—this last of the kings in exile of the
male branch of the Bourbons of Spain.
But he will never reign. This, perhaps,
may be in store for Don Jaime, his
son, who is with the Russian cavalry
in the far east. This pretender has
found a more profitable occupation.
Oh, men have died for him, truly
enough! Still In Biscay women pray
f.arkly for the day when he shall come
to his own. Round about Bilbao, good
men—furious little royalists—go to jail
for him joyous martyrs. Bankers, so
far away as Frankfort, gamble money
on Ills chance of reigning. Don Carlos
smiles skeptically in his blond beard.
He has long been one of the lackeys
of the court of Alphone XIII., that, but
nothing more. Whenever the ministry,
or whenever the king, has need of a
small revolt, which may be promptly
repressed, and add thus to government
prestige, the word is passed to the big
pretender In Venlee. Forthwith scores
of frantic little Carllsts go out to be
shot or jailed for him. It Is. I be
lieve, a new industry. In time the pre
tended pretender may become a use
ful adjunct to every throne, just as the
circus carries Its pseudo “Rube” and
the bad gambler his innocent looking
"capper.”
Lord Dufferin’s Gallantry.
Harper's Weekly: "T. P.” recalls the
following entertaining anecdote of Lord
Dufferin. in Illustration of his ready wit:
Lord Dufferin was describing to Queen
Victoria the extraordinary feat of a man
who, he said, had leaped twenty-one feet.
Nobody believed the story.
"But,” said Lord Dufferin. “I myself
have leaped fifteen feet.”
“That is as far as the end of the table
is from Miss-observed the prince
consort, referring to an attractive young
girl on Dufferin s right.
"If, sir,” responded Dufferin, ".Miss
-were on the other side. 1 could leap
t. foot farther.”
Depressing.
Washington Star: "It is pretty hard,”
said the czar, suddenly arousing him
self from a brown study.
"What does your majesty mean?”
asked the courtier.
"It's pretty hard to think of suing for
peace when you feel as if you ought to
be suing for damages.”
His Work.
Public Ledger: "Young man," said
:%e old merchant, sternly, 'I caught I
you kissing the typewriter when I re- |
turned to the office this morning. What i
have you to say, sir?”
"Why,” said the blight clerk, “you I
told me to attend to all your duties In I
your absence.”
The Tragedies of the Stage.
Detroit Free Press: Old Friend—Is
your part very difficult to play?
Barnstormer—Well, rather! I'm liv
ing on one meal a day and playing the
role of a man with the gout.
Mrs. Pinkham claims that there is a
kind of dyspepsia that is caused by a
derangement of the female organism,
and which, while it causes a disturb
ance similar to ordinary indigestion,
cannot be relieved without a medicine
which not only acts as a stomach tonic,
but has peculiar uterine-tonic effects
also.
As proof of this theory we call at
tention to the case of Mrs. Maggie
Wright, Brooklyn, N. Y., who was
completely cured by Lydia E. Pink
ham's Vegetable Compound after every
thing else had failed. She writes:
“ For two year* I suffered with dyspepsia
which so degenerated my entire system that I
was unable to attend to my daily duties. [
felt weak and nervous, and nothiiig that I ate
tasted good and it caused a disturbance in my
stomach. X tried different dyspepsia cures,
but nothing seemed to help me. I was ad
vised to give Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable
Compound a tnal, and was happily surprised
to find that it acted like a fine tonic, and in a
few days I began,to enjoy and properly digest
my food. My recovery was rapid, and in
five weeks I was a well woman. I have rec
ommended it to many suffering women.”
No other medicine in the world has
received such widespread and unquali
fied endorsement,or has such a record of
Cures of female troubles, as has Lydir
E. i-’inkham’s Vegetable Compound.
THE NEXT MORNING I FEEL BRIGHT AND NEW
AND MY COMPLEXION IS BETTER.
My doctor saya it acts gently on the atomach, liv^r
and kidneys and is a pleasant, laxative. This drink i*
made from herbs, ana is prepared for uso as easily as
tea. It is called ‘'Lane’ll Tea” or
LANE’S FAMILY MEDICINE
All druggists or by mail 25 cts. snd fiOcts. Buy it to
day. l ane’s Family Medicine moves Ilia
bowel* each day. In Older to be healthy this is
necessary. Address, O. V. Woodward. Le Roy, N.Y.
Alabastine
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Pox—the germs of these deadly
diseases multiply in the decaying
glue present in all kalsomines, !
and the decaying paste under
wall paper.
. ALABASTINE is a disinfectant; It de
stroys disease germs and vermin; Is man
ufactured from a stoue cement base,
hardens on the walls, and Is as enduring
as the wall Itself. ALABASTINE is
mixed with cold water, and any one can
apply It. ,
Ask for sample card of beautiful
tints and information about deco
rating. Take no cheap substitute.
Buy only .1 pound packages
properly labeled.
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Grand Ave., Grand Rapids, Mich.
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“All Signs Fail in a Dry Time”
THE SIGN OF THE FISH
NEVER FAILS IN A WET TIME
In ordering Torrer's Slickers,
i a customer writes: “I know 5
they will be all right if they
have the ‘FISH* on them.”
This confidence is the out
t growth of sixty-nine years of
careful manufacturing.
Highest Award World’s Fair. IDOL
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Contact with Living People.
Janies Russell Lowell: Books are,
at best, but dry fodder; we need to be
vitalized by contact with living peo
ple.
No Middle Partings.
Pittsburg Dispatch: At the meeting
of the Pittsburg presbytery of the
Cumberland Presbyterian church at
Donora today the Rev. W. S. Danley
proposed this resolution:
"Whereas, sissified asses are no longer
to be tolerated in the ministry,
"Resolved, That their admission be
discouraged; that the ministers be in
structed to no longer part their hair lit
the middle."
"This Is a gross case," said a Man
chester magistrate to a prisoner, who
was making his 141th appearance be
fore him for drunkenness.
