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CHAPTER XII.—Continued.
“If you refuse? Harken, John Ire
ton; If you had a hundred lives to
thruBt between me and the thing I
| crave, I'd take them all.” So much he
said calmly; then a sudden
gust of passion seized him,
! and for once, I think, he spoke the
simple truth. "God! I'd sink my soul
In Calvin's hell to have her!"
I could not wholly mask the smile of
triumph that his words evoked. This
fox of maiden vineyards was entrapped
at last. I saw' the hre of such a pas
sion as such a man may know burning
in his eyes; and then I knew why he
was come upon this errand.
"So?" said I. "Then Mistress Mar
gery sent you here to save me?” ‘Twas
but a guess, bijt I made sure it hit the
truth.
He swore a sneering oath. "So the
priest carried tales, did he? Well, make
the most of it; she would not have her
father's guest taken from his bed and
hanged like a dog.”
t smiled again. "'Twas more than
that; she would even go so far as to
beg her husband’s life a boon from that
same husband’s mortal enemy.”
"Bah!" he scoffed. "That lie of yours
imposed upon the colonel, but I had
better information."
“A lie, you say? True, ’twas a lie
when it was uttered. But afterward,
some hour or so past midnight, by the
good help of Father Matthieu, and with
your Lieutenant Tybee for one witness
and the lawyer for another, we made a
sober truth of it."
I hope, for your own peace of mind,
my dears, that you may never see a fel
low human turn devil in a breath as I
did then. His man's face fell away
from him like a vanishing mask, and
In the place of it a hideous demon,
malignant and murderous, glared upon
me. Twice his hand sought the sword
hilt, and once the blade was half un
sheathed. Then he thrust his devil
face In mine and hissed his parting
word at me so like a snake it made me
shudder with abhorrence.
“You’ve signed your own death war
rant, you witless fool! You’d play the
spoil-sport here as you did once be
fore, would you? Curse you! I wish
you had a hundred lives that I might
take them one by one!” Then he
wheeled sharp upon his heel and gave
the order to the ensign. "Belt him to
the tree. Farquharson, and make an
end of him, I've kept you waiting over
long."
They strapped me to a tree with oth
er belts, and when all was ready the
ensign stepped aside to give the word.
Just here there came a little pause pro
longed beyond the moment of com
pleted preparation. I knew not why
they waited, having other things to
think of. I saw the firing line drawn
up with muskets leveled. I marked the
row of weather-beaten faces pillowed
on the gun-stocks with eyes asquint
to sight the pieces. I remember count
ing up the pointing muzzles; remember
wondering which would be the first to
belch Its fire at me, and If, at that short
range, a man might live to see the flash
and hear the roar before the bullets
killed the senses.
But while I screwed my courage to
the sticking place and sought to hold
It there, the pause became a keen
edged agony. A glance aside—a glance
that cost a mightier effort than it takes
to break a nightmare—showed me the
ensign standing ear a-cock, as one who
listens.
W^it he heard r know not, for all
the earth seemed hushed to silence
waiting on his word. But on the ln
Btunt the early morning stillness of the
forest crashed alive, and pandemonium
was come. A savage yell to set the
very leaves a-tremble; a crackling vol
ley from the underwood that left a heap
of writhing, dying men where but now
the firing squad had stood; then a
headlong charge of rough-clad horse
men—all this befell In less than any
time the written words can measure.
I sensed It all hut vaguely at the
first, but when a passing horseman
slashed mo free I came alive, and life
and all It meant to me was centered In
a single fierce desire. Falconnet had
escaped the fusllade; was making
swiftly for his horse, safe as yet from
any touch of lead or steel. So I might
reach and pull him down, I cared no
groat what followed after.
It was not so to be. In the swift
dash aerross the glade I wont too near
lift; shambles In the midst. The cor
poral of the tiring squad, a bearded
Saxon giant, whose face, hideously dis
torted, will haunt me while I live, lay
fairly In the way, his heels drumming
In the agony of death, and his great
hands clutching at the empty air.
I leaped to clear him. In the act the
clutching hands laid hold of me and I
was tripped and thrown upon the heap
of dead and dying men. and could not
free myself In time to stop the bar
onet.
I saw' him gain his horse and mount;
saw the tlash of his sword and the skil
ful parry that in a single parade ward
ed death on elthei hand; saw him drive
home the spurs and vanish among the
trees, with his horse-holding trooper
at his heels.
And then my rescuers, or else my
newer captors, picked me up hastily,
and I was hoisted behind the saddle of
the nearest, and so borne away In all
the hue and cry of u most unsoldlerly
retreat.
XIII.
IN WHICH A PILGRIMAGE BEGINS
As you have guessed before you
turned this page, the men who charged
so opportunely to cut me out of peril
were my captors only in the saving
sense.
Their overnight bivouac was not
above a mile beyond the glade of am
bushment. It was In a little del), cun
ningly had; and the embers of the
campfires were still alive when we of
the horse came first to this agreed-on
rallying point.
Here at this rendezvous In the for
est's heart I had my first sight of any
fighting fragment of that undisciplined
and yet unconquerable patriot home
guard that even in defeat proved too
tough a morsel for British jaws to
masticate.
They promised little to the eye of a
trained soldier, these border levies. In
fancy I could see my old field-marshal,
—he was the father of all the marti
nets,—turn up his nose and dismiss
them with a contemptuous "Ach! mien
Gotti" And, truly, there was little
outward show among them of the ster
ling metal underneath.
They came singly and in couples,
straggling like a routed band of bri
! gauds; some loading their pieces as
! ‘hey ran. There was no hint of • the
! soldier discipline, and they might have
been leaderless for aught I saw of def
erence to their captain. Indeed, at
first I could not pick the captain out
by any sign, since all were clad In
coarsest homespun and well-worn
leather, and all wore the long, fringed
hunting shirt and raccoon-skin cap of
the free borderers.
Yet these were a handful of the men
who had fought so stoutly against the
Tory odds at Ramsour's Mill, their cap
tain being that Abram Forney of whom
you may have read in the histories:
and though they made no military
show, they lacked neither hardihood
nor courage, of a certain persevering
sort.
"Ever come any cluster to y«ur Amen
than this, stranger?" drawled one of
them, a grizzled borderer, lank, lean
and weather-tanned, with a face that
might have been a leathern mask for
any hint it gave of what went on be
hind it. "I'll swear that little whlp'
snap' officer cub had the word ‘Fire’
sticking in his teeth when I gave him
old Sukey's mouthful o' lead to chaw
on."
I said I had come as near my exit a
time or two before, though always in
fair fight; and therupon was whelmed
in an avalanche of questions such as
only simple-hearted folk know how to
ask.
When I had sufficiently accounted for
myself, Captain Forney—he was the
limber-backed young fellow I had rid
den behind—gripped my hand and gave
me a hearty welcome and congraWla
tlon.
"My father and yourA were handfast
friend* Captain Ireton. More than that
I've heard my father say he owed yours
somewhat on the sepre of good turns.
I'm master glad I've had a chance to
even up a little; though as for that, we
should both thank the Indian." At
which ho looked around as one who
calls an eye-muster and marks a miss
ing man. "Where is the chief, Eph
raim?”—this to the grizzled hunter who
was methodically reloading his long
rifle.
"Ho's back yonder, gathering In the
hair-crop, I reckon. Never you mind
about him, Cap'n. He’ll turn up when
he smells the meat a-cooking, lmme
Jltly, if not sooner."
Here, as I imagine, I looked all the
questions that lacked amtwers; for
Captain Forney took it in hand to fit
them out with explications.
" ’Tis Uncanoola, the Catawba," he
said; "one of the friendlies. He was
out a-scoutlng last night and came in
an hour before daybrek with the news
that Colonel Tarleton was set upon
hanging a spy of ours. From that t*>
our little ambushment—"
“I see, said I, wanting space to
turn the memory leaves. “This Cataw
ba; Is he a man about my age?" Cap
tain Forney laughed. "God He only
knows an Indian's age. But Uncanoola
has been a man grown these fifteen
years or more. I can recall his comiqg
to my father's house when I was but a
little codger."
At that. I remembered, too; remem
bered a tall, straight young savage, as
handsome as a figure done in bronze,
who used sometimes to meet me in the
lonelier forest wilds when I was afraid
of him; how once I would have shot
him in a tit of boyish race antipathy
and sudden fright had he not flung
away his firelock and stood before me
defenseless.
Also, I recalled a little incident of the
terrible scourge In '60 when the black
pox bade fair to blot out this tribe of
the Catawbas; l.ow when my father
had found this young savage lying in
the forest, plague-stricken and deserted
by all his tribesmen, he had saved his
life and earned an Indian friendship.
“I know this Uncanoola," I said.
"My father befriended him In the
plague of '60, and was never sorry for
it, as I believe." Then l would ask if
these Catawbas had ranged themselves
on the patriot side, a question which
led the young militia captain to give
me the news at large while his border
ers were breaking camp and making
their hasty preparations for the day's
march.
“ 'Tis liberty or death with us now;
we've burnt our bridges behind us,”
he said, when he had confirmed the
tidings I had the day before from
Father Matthleu. “And since here in
Carolina we have to light each man
against his neighbor, 'tis like to go hard
with us. lacking help from the North.”
“Measured by this morning's work,
Captain Forney, these irregulars' of
yours seem well able to give a good
account of themselves," I ventured.
He shook his head doubtfully. He
was but a boy in years, but war /s a
shrewd schoolmaster, and this youth,
like many another on the lighting fron
tier, had matriculated early.
"You've seen us at our best.” he
amended. "We can ambush like the
Indians, lire a volley, yell, charge—and
run away."
"What's that ye're saying, young
ster?" The grizzled hunter had fin
ished reloading his rifle, and, lounging
in earshot with all the freedom of the
border, would take the captain up
sharply on this last.
"You heard me. Eph Yeates," replied
my young captain, curtly.
The old man leaned his rifle against
a tree, spat on his hands, cut a clumsy
caper in air, and gave tongue in a yell
that should have been heard by Tarle
ton’s men at Appleby.
"By the eternal 'coonskins! I can
gouge the eye out of ary man that says
Eph Yeates carn't stand up fair and
square and whop his weight in wild
cats; and I can do it now, If not soon
er!” he shrilled. "Come on. you
pap-eating, apron-stringed, French
daddled—"
Where the blast of vituperative Insult !
would have spent Itself in natural
course we were not to know, for In the
midst another of the borderers, a wiry
little man in greasy deerskin, came up
behind the capering ancient, whipped
an arm around his neck, and in a
trice the two went down, kicking,
scratching, buffeting and mauling, as
like a pair of battling bobcats as were
ever seen.
For a moment I thought my young
ster would let them have it out to the
finish, but fie did not. At his order
some of the others pulled the twain
apart, reluctantly, 1 fancied; and when
the thing was done the old man caught
up his rifle and strode away in black
est wrath without a look behind him.
Captain Forney shrugged and spread
his hands as his French father might
have done.
■’Now you know wherein his weak
ness lies, Captain Ireton," he said.
"There goes as true a man and as keen
a shot as ever pulled trigger. Let him
fight his own way, and he'll take cover
and name his man for every bullet in
his pouch. But as for yielding to de
cent authority, or standing against
trained troops in open field—” He
shrugged again and turned to tighten
his saddle girth.
“I see,” said I. Then 1 asked him
for his plans and intendlngs, and was
told that he and his handful were
a-maroh to Join General Rutherford,
who was gone to the Forks of Yadkin
to break up some Tory embodiment
thereabouts.
•"You have your work cut out to
dodge the British light-horse. Captain
Forney.” said I; capping tne venture
by telling him what little he knew of
Tarleton’s disposition, and also of the
Indlan-armlng plot 1 had overheard.
"We'll dodge the redcoats, never you
fear; we're at our best In that," he re
| Joined, rather carelessly. “And as to
! the Cherokee upstlrrlng, that's an old
story. The king's men have tried It
twice and they have not yet caught
Jack Sevier or Jimmie Robertson
a-napplng. Ease your mind on that
score, Captain Ireton, and come along
with us, if you have nothing better to
do. I can promise you a hard living,
and hard fighting enough to keep it In
countenance.”
At this I was brought down to some
consideration of the present and its de
mands As fortune's wheel had
twirled; I had my life to be sure; but
by the having of It was made the
basest traitor to my friend—to Jennifer,
and no whit less to Margery.
'Tvvas out of any thought that I
should take the field against the com
mon enemy, leaving this tangled web
of mystery and misery behind. In
sheerest decency I owed It first to Jen
nifer to make a swift and frank confes
sion of the Ill-concluded tale of happen
ings. That done, I owed it equally to
him and Margery to find some way to
set aside the midnight marriage.
So I fell back upon my wound for an
excuse, telling the captain that I was
not yet fit to take the field—which was
true enough. Whereupon he and his
men set me well beyond the danger of
immediate pursuit and we parted com
pany.
When I was left alone I had no plan
that reached beyond the day's end.
Since to go to Jennifer house by day
light would be to run my neck afresh
into tne noose, 1 saw nothing for it
but to lie In hiding until nightfall. The
hiding place that promised best was
the old hunting lodge in the forest, and
thitherward I turned my face.
It was a wise man who said that he
who goes with heavy heart drags heavy
feet as well; but while I live I shall re
member how that saying clogged the
path for me that morning, making the
shrub-sweet summer air grow thick
and lifeless as I tolled along. For sober
second thought, and the unnerving re
action which comes upon the heels of
some sharp peril overpast, left me
aghast at the coil in which a tricky fate
had entagled me.
The second thought made plain the
dispiteous hardness of It all, showing
me how I had reasoned like a boy in
planning for retrieval. Would Jennifer
believe my tale, though I should swear
it out word for word on the Holy Evan
gelists? I doubted it; and striving to
see It through his eyes, was made to
doubt It more. For death should have
been my Justifier, and death had played
me false.
As for setting the midnight marriage
aside, I made sure the lawyer tribe
could find a way, if that were all. But
here there was a loyal daughter of the
church to reckon with. Loathing her
bonds, as any true-hearted maiden
must, would Margery consent to have
them broken by the law? I knew well
she would not. Though our poor knot
ting of the tie had been little better
than a tragic farce, it lacked nothing
of force to bind the tender conscience
of a woman bred to look upon the
churchly rite as final.
So, twist and turn as Ipnight, the cotl
was desperate; and as 1 strode on
gloomily, measuring this the first
stage in a pilgrimage I had never
thought to make, a fire of sullen anger
began to smoke and smolder within me.
and X could find it In my heart to curse
the cruel kindness of my rescuers; to
sorrow In my Inmost soul that they had
come between to make a living recreant
of one who would fain have died an
honest man.
CHAPTER XIV.
HOW THE BARONET PLAYED
ROUGE-ET-NOIR.
The sun was well above the tree-tops,
and the morning was abroad for all the
furred and feathered wood-folk, when I
forsook the Indian path to make a pru
dent circle of reconnaissance around
the cabin in the maple grove.
Happily, there was no need for the
cautionary measure. The hunting lodge
was undiscovered as yet by any en
emy; and when I showed myself my
poor black vassals ran to do my bld>
ding, weeping with childish Joy to have
me back again.
Since old Rarius was still at Appleby
Hundred, Tomas ranked as majordomo,
; and 1 bade him post the blacks in a
! loosely drawn sentry line about the
cabin, this against the chance that
' Falconnet might stumble on the place
in searching for me. For I made no
doubt his tory spies would quickly pass
the word that I was not with Abram
Forney's band, and hence must be in
hiding.
When all was done I flung myself
upon the couch of panther skins, hoping
against hope that sleep might come to
help me through the hours of wait
ing. 'Twas a vain hope. There was
never a wink of forgetfulness for me
in all the long watches of the summer
day, and I must lie wide-eyed and hag
gard, thinking night would never come,
and making sure that fate had never
before walled a man in such a dungeon
of despair.
(Continued Next Week.)
Irish Princes of Royal Blood.
Westminster Review: Not many
generations have passed away since
princes of royal blood, the legitima's
rulers of Ireland, the O'Neills, O'Dow
nells, G'j.Mores, O'Byrnes and hundreds
of others were deprived of their birth
rights—hunted, harried and persecuted
even unto death.
The reader smiles incredulously, per
haps derisively, at the mention of Irish
princes of royal blood. I have here be
fore me the genealogy of the kings of
Leix, from a date anterior to the ar
rival of the first Saxon "intruder” in
Ireland, in the reign of Henry II. (1169).
It was made out from the records In
Dublin castle by William Hawkins,
esq., ulster king of arms and principal
herald of all Ireland, during the vice
royalty of the first Marquis Town
; shend, 1767-72. It Is an original docu
! ment, and there is a copy of it in book
form in the office of the present ulster
king of arms, Sir Arthur Vicars, in
Dublin castle. I have also before me
as I write a portrait of the last lineal
male descendant of the kings of Leix,
a princely looking youth of almXst
feminine beauty of feature, who ditX^
at an early age in a foreign land. 1
know, moreover, that there are mai\
descendants of the family on the ma
j ternal side now living, one at least of
I whom has attained to a position of
1 great wealth and public distinction in
the United States of America. But, it
1 may be asked, what does all this lead
1 up to? Well, If any curious inquirer
i turns into the National gallery of Ire
land In Leinster Lawn, Dublin, the
| most prominent picture therein is a
very large canvas representing the
1 marriage of Eva, the beautiful daugh
ter of Dermot McMurrough, king of
Leinster, and granddaughter of Cuch
' ogrius O'Morra. king of Leix, with
Strongbow, earl of Pembroke. The
marriage is duly recorded in the docu
ment before me, with the statement
! that “from this marriage are descended
! the klugs of England through Edward
! iv.”
SECRET PRESS IN
i AUTOGRATIC RUSSIA
i _
Daring Work of Men and
Women Who Strive for
Freedom of Speech.
JEW STARTED THE FIRST
— ——
It Was in 1877 That the First “Free’
Printing Office Worthy of the
Name Wa3 Started in the
Heart of Spydom.
London, May 30.—Of all enterprises
(dynamite, perhaps, excepted) a clan
destine press in Russia is most danger
ous.
It is now eight and twenty years
since a Jewish conspirator, Aaron Zun
delevic by name, a native of Wilna in
Lithuania, came forward and assured
the organization to which he belonged
that if they would find the means he
would find the press, and would, more
over, set it up in St. Petersburg. A
sum of money was provided, and from
abroad Aaron smuggled into St. Pet
ers all the necessary plant. Then he
set to work to learn the compositor’s
art (just as, in the first days of the
Propaganda, young nobles taught
themselves a trade in order to go down
"among the people”) and in 1877 the
first “free” printing office worthy of
the name was established in the heart
gnd center of spydom.
During four years Zundelevic ran his
press under the nose, as it were, of
the Third Section, and was only then
detected by a mere mischance. From
that date, however, the Russian secret
press has never been in a condition
3f absolute abeyance. As often as its
work has been interrupted in one place
it has been Instantly resumed in an
other. Father Gapon indicates the
spirit in which it is pursued; "We shall
continue," he said the other day at
Geneva, "to launch manifestos, and
work steadfastly, but secretly, toward
our ideal—the overthrow of suppres
sion and the bureaucracy and the es
tablishment of popular government.
We will, we must, win in the end.”
This clandestine press is clandestine
in everything. It is the most secretly
conducted press in the world. There is
no editorial office, with an editor in a
snug inner chamber, receiving the
visits of his contributors, discussing the
articles for the next issue. A mystery
and inviolate secrecy govern the whole
working of the affair. The editor him
self may, or may not, know the
persons who are responsible for the me
chanical production of the paper; he
seldom, if ever, visits the place at
which it is produced. A confidential
messenger comes to a given spot on a.
given day to receive manuscript from
the editor’s hand; he comes again to
deliver the proofs, and the rendezvous
(s never twice the same. The con
tributors are known probably to none
except the editor. In a word, precau
tions, the most minute and extraordi
nary, must be observed if the secret
press is successfully to baffle the ever
lasting efforts of the police to un
mask it.
At Office Only Once.
Stepniak tells us that during the time
he was one of the editors of Land and
Liberty he was taken once, and once
only, to the printing office. An import
ant niece of news had to be Inserted in
the number that was about to be is
sued, and he made his way to the of
fice "in one of the central streets of the
city." The chief of police had declared
that his office could not possibly he in
St. Petersburg, "because otherwise he
would infallibly have discovered it.”
Stepniak found the people of the of
fice, and the women who helped them
and managed for them, living in almost
absolute durance.
The workers of the secret press are,
in fact, prisoners, and, in addition to
their all but total loss of liberty, they
endure the anxieties of people who are
carrying on an illegal business in the
midst of a ceaseless vigilant police^
Leo Tikhomirov, the author of "Con
spirateurs of Policiers,” has drawn a
vivid picture of the hidden life of one
of these strange undergrounds. It is
the office of the paper with which Step
niak himself was associated. "Narod
nala Volia."—"Land and Liberty.”
In five rooms including a little kitch
en, four conspirators were installed,
two men and two women. Maria Kri
loff, who passed as mistress of the
house, a woman of about 45, had de
voted her life to the “cause;” she had
been transported to Siberia and es
caped. The other woman of the party
was under 20, fair and delicate; name
unknown. Of the two men, one was
Basil Buch, of Boukn, "the son of a
general and the nephew of a senator."
The second was a figure as enigmatic
as the younger woman; he was known
only as "Ptlza," "L’Osieau" and "The
Bird"—a nickname which he owed to
his voice. The men were entered as
lime. IvriloiTs lodgers, the delicate in
connue was the nominal maid of the
household.
Outwitted the Police.
These four brought out the Narod
naia Volia, which the head of the po
lice declared could not be produced in
St. Petersburg. The plant of the paper
consisted principally of a few cases of
type, a small and large cylinder, a jar
or two of printer's ink, and a few
brushes and sponges. It was a modest
outfit, but remember how dark it must
be kept. The dvornik had to be hood
winked from day to day.
Maria Krlloff went upon the bold
plan of sending for him at any and
every hour, and conducting him
through all the five rooms, under the
pretense of hunting for a troublesome
rat. They learned in this way how' to
dispose of the plant at from five to ten
minutes* notice. At night, behind a
double curtain of canvas, sealed across
the window, the type was set. In the
strangling monotony of this existence,
the workers tasted only one excitement,
but that was a daily and an hourly one,
the likelihood of discovery and arrest.
So ever-present was this danger that
it passed into a joke, and the ladies
used to speculate at their meager even
ing meal whether they would be hanged
or transported to Siberia.
The expected happened at last at the
office of the Narodnala Volia. One
night the police came down on it. What
they had reckoned on as an easy
seizure transformed itself Into a four
hours' siege and battle. Maria Kriloff
drew on the gendarmes with her re
volver. and to a challenge of this sort
the response is always prompt and
mercl.ess In St. Petersburg. The office
was riddled with bullets, but for four
hours the conspirators kept their stand.
The survivor was "The B<rd," who blew
his brains out when the game was up.
lie has transmitted no name to pos
terity; he is among the Russian terror
ists who have elected to be nothing but
a memory. But while there are such
to choose from the clandestine press is
invincible.
The Cruel Piano.
London Outlook: My landlady’s lit
tle boy. separated from me only by
! a thin lath partition of a wail, is play
ing five-finger exercises In halting
rhythm and with innumerable false
j notes. The instrument is one in which
the flight of years has left a tone like
I a discontented nutmeg grater.
The little boy. a pale child in a long
j pinafore and big white ears, hates his
chosen instrument as much as I do,
and so we meet or. a level of mutual
I affliction. I loathe hearing him and he
| hates his instrument; now, in the
name of good common sense, why must
^ he be offered up in sacrifice?
His mother is a poor woman, and
the tinkling cottage piano with the
plaited faded green front represents
the chops and many other wholesome
things she has not eaten, and what she
allows the young lady in the third
floor back, who takes her board out in
piano lessons, is a serious sacrifice. ^
Now, I ask, what for?
Why is all the world playing an un
necessary piano?
Marriage has a fatal effect on music.
For some occult reason, as soon as tho
girl is married the piano—the grave
of so much money and time—retires
out of active life, and swathed in “art
draperies,” burdened by vases, cabinet
photographs and imitation "curios,”
serves less as a musical instrument
than a warning: but no sooner are the
next generation’s legs long enough to
dangle between the keyboard and the
pedals than the echoes awaken to the
same old false notes that serve no pur
pose unless an hour of daily martyr
dom over a tear splashed keyboard is
m excellent preparation for the trials
Df life. __
It Pays to Read Newspapers.
Cox, Wi3., June 12.—-Frank M. Rus
sell of this place had Kidney Disease
so bad that he could not walk. He tried
Doctors' treatment and many different
remedies, but was getting worse. He
was very low.
He read in a newspaper how Dodd’s
Kidney Pills were curing cases of Kid
ney Trouble, Bright’s Disease and
Rheumatism, and thought he would
try them. He took two boxes, and
now he is quite well. He says:
“I can now work all day, and not
feel tired. Before using Dodd's Kidney
Pills, I couldn’t walk across the floor.”
Mr. Russell’s is the most wonderful
case ever known in Chippewa county.
This new remedy—Dodd’s Kidney Pills
—is making some miraculous cures io
Wisconsin.
WOMEN STREET CLEANERS.
A Club Woman of Kalamazoo Telia
Club Sisters of Her Success.
New York Times: ‘‘Since the women’s
clubs of Michigan decided to have clean
streets, and showed the men how clean
they could keep the main street in Kala
mazoo, with only half the money the men
spend on the towns, cities and villages
throughout the state are going to try the
Colonel Waring system of street clean
ing, inaugurated tirst by the Kalamazoo
club,” announced Mrs. Caroline Bartlett
Crane in her lecture on “State and Munici
pal Housekeeping" at a reception given
by the women’s conference of the Society
for Ethical Culture, in 33 Central Park,
West.
‘‘The women in our club, called the
Women’s Municipal league, acted as street
cleaners last summer,” said Mrs. Crane,
‘‘and we found that the saloon men were
the best friends we had. They did more
to encourage us than any other men. We
secured a contract from the city of Kala
mazoo to clean the main street for three
months. On the tirst day of the contract
we sprang the white wings, suits, helmets,'
carts and all on the city, and showed them
that we could clean the street for half
as much as it cost them and keep it far
cleaner.”
Mrs. Crane said that she got into this
work through her desire to have better
milk and meat in her home. She decided
to investigate the condition of the milk
and the meat before it reached the homes
of the consumers, and found, to her hor
ror, she said, that the dairies were filthy
and that often the meat was sold decayed.
“The women’s clubs throughout the
state took up this work,” said she. ‘‘and
now our milk and meat are much cleaner.”
Mrs. Crane said that in Kalamazoo even
the school children were enthusiastic
about keeping the streets clean and that
over 11,000 of them were writing essays
on "How to Keep the Streets Clean” for
prizes that the board of trade had offered.
“Even the colored women's club has
joined in this crusade,” said Mrs Crane,
“and we women hope to make the streets
of Kalamazoo the cleanest in the state.”
An Infallible Sign.
Baltimore American: Anxious Mother
—I’m so afraid Dorothy is to be an old
maid.
Dense Father—Why?
Anxious Mother—Oh, she seems to
take such an interest in these mother’s
congresses and child study clubs.
FEED YOUNG GIRLS.
Must Have Right Food While Growing.
Great care should be taken at the
critical period when the young girl is
just merging into womanhood that the
diet shall contain all that is upbuild
ing. and nothing .harmful.
At that age the structure is being
formed, and if formed of a healthy,
sturdy character, health and happiness
will follow; on the other hand, un
healthy cells may be built in and a
sick condition slowly supervene which,
if not checked, may ripen into a
chronic disease and cause lifelong suf
fering.
A young lady says:
‘•Coffee began to have such an effect
on my stomach a few years ago, that l
was compelled to quit using it. It
brought on headaches, pains in my
muscles, and nervousn--c. *
“I tryd to use tea i:i its stead, but
foun^'is effects even worse than those
I suffered from coffee. Then for a
long time 1 drank milk alone at my
meals, but it never helped me physic
ally, and at last it palled on me. A
friend came to the rescue with the sugi
gestion that I try Postum Coffee.
“I did so. only to find at first, that I
didn’t fancy it. But I had heard of so
many persons who had been benefited
oy its use that I persevered, and when
l had it brewed right found it grateful
'.n fcavor and soothing and strengthen
ing to my stomach. I can find no
words to express my feeling of what I
owe to Postum Food Coffee!
"in every respect it has worked a
wonderful improvement—the head
aches. nervousness, the pains in my
side and back, all the distressing symp
toms yielded to the magic power of
Postum. My brain seems also to share
in the betterment of my physical con
dition; it sweats keener, more alert and
brighter. I am, in short. In better
oealth now than I ever was before, and
1 am sure I owe it to the use of your
Postum Food Coffee.” Name given by
Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich.
> There's a reason.
