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! READ AND YOU WILL LEARN That the leading medical writers and teachers of all the several schools of practice endorse and recommend. In the strongest terms possible, each and every Ingredient entering into the composition of Or. Pierce’s Gulden Medical Discovery for the cure \f weak stomach, dyspepsia, catarrh of stomach, "liver complaint,” torpid liver, or biliousness, chronic bowel affections, and all catarrhal diseases of whatever region, name or nature. It Is also a specific remedy for all such chronic or long standing cases of catarrhal aff ec tions and their resultants, as bronchial, throat and lung diseases (except consump tion) accompanied with severe coughs. It Is not so good for acute colds and coughs, but for lingering, or chronic cases it is especially efficacious In producing per fect cures. Itcontains Black Cherryhark, Golden Seal root. Bloodroot, Stone root,, Mandrake root and Queen’s root all of which are highly praised as remedies for all the above mentioned affections by such eminent medical writers and teachers as Prof. Barthoiow, of Jefferson Mod. Col lege; Prof, llare. of the t.'niv. of i’a.; Prof. Finley Ellingwood, M. I)., of Ben nett Med. College, Chicago; Prof. John King. M. D.. late of Cincinnati; Prof. John M. Scudder, M. D.. Into of l incin nati ; Prof. Edwin M. Hale. M. !)., of Hahnemann Med. College, Chicago, and scores of others equally eminent In their several schools of practice. Tho "Golden Medical Discovery" is t ho only medicine put up for sale through druggists for like purposes, that has any such professional endorsement worth more than any liumher of ordinary testi monials. Open publicity of its formula on the bottle wrapper Is the best possible guaranty of its merits. A glance at this published formula will show that "Golden Medical Discovery” contains no poison ous or harmful agents and no alcohol— chemically pure, triple-refined glyceroie being used instead. Glycerine Is entirely unobjectionable and besides Is a most useful Ingredient In tho cure of ail stom ach as well as bronchial, throat and lung affections. Thero Is the highest medical authority for Its use in all such cases. Tho " Discovery ” Is a concentrated glyc eric rr.traot of native, medicinal roots and is safe and reliable. A booklet of extracts from eminent, medicnlcauthorlties, endorsing Its ingre dients mailed free on request. Address Dr. li V. Pierce, Buffalo, N. Y. Our Greatest Arsenal. From tho Four-Track News. I luring the civil war Rock Island was called Into unexpected service. At tho very outbreak of hostilities the Island sug gested itself as a suitable place to care for the prisoners of war, and extensivo liar racks, were constructed, with a hospital, offleers’ quarters and other necessary buildings. Over 20,(WO confederate prison ers were conflnrd there. Horace was Indeed wise when he coun seled to prepare for war in times of peace, but ttiat advice was disregarded, and when, in 1S9S, war was declared with Spain, it found us unprepared, but the Rock Island arsenal promptly responded to the call. The force of workmen was In creased from 600 to nearly 3,000, and tho necessary articles were poured out in like proportion. Kvcn then It was 111 days lie fare the soldiers could be made ready for action. Had Spain been In a position to take ad vantage of the delay, our victory might have been less decisive. It Is not the object of the arsenal to encourage war, but to prepare for It when R becomes Inevitable; in the words of Washington: "To bo prepared for war la the most effectual means of preserving peace." WASTED TO A SHADOW. But Found a Care After Fifteen Yeare of Sufferlna. A. H. Stotts, messenger at the State Capitol, Columbus, 0., says: "For fifteen years I had kidney trou bles, and though I doctored faithfully, could not find a cure. I had heavy backaches, dizzy headaches and ter rible urinary 'dis orders. One'day I collapsed, fell in sensible on the sidewalk, and then wasted away in bed for ten weeks. After being given up, I began using Kona's Kidney rills. In n couple of i imontha I regained my old health, and himw tv-jlgb 18S pounds. Twelve boxes • did it. aud 1 have been well two | lyears.” . Sold by nil dealers. 50 cents a box. 'Foster-lllllnirti Co.. Itnffnlo. \*. V. They Practiced What He Preached. "When Ellison Capers, bishop of South Carolina, was rector of Christ church. In Orcenvllic, he would often go to other I .cities to preach, for his powerful eloquence | made h’.m sought after." The speaker, a resident of Columbia. M smiled and resumed: "Bishop (tapers in those days had an ItT clslve way with him. One Sunday he preached in a parish where he chose for 8 his subject. 'Economy.' “At the end of the service, a couple of prominent vestrymen congratulated tho bishop. " Your sermon on economy, sir,' they said, 'was a very sens'ble discourse.’ " Thanks,’ said the bishop. ‘It seems to have been appreciated, judging from the appearance of tho collection.’ ” Deafness Cannot be Cured by local applications, as they cannot reach toe diseased portion of, the ear. There Is only one way to cure deafness, and that Is I.v constitutional remedies. Deafness la caused by an Inflamed condition of the uiu cocs lining of the Eustachian Tube. When this tube Is Inflamed you have a rumbling sound or Imperfect hearing, and when It is « ntirely closed. Deafness is the result, and unless the Inflammation can be taken out and this tnbe restored to its normal condi tion. hearing will be destroyed forever; nice cases out of ten are caused by Ca t ;ii t h. which Is nothing but an luflamed eon c'tlnu of the mucous surfaces. We will give One Hundred Dollars for any case of Deafness (caused by catarrh) , ttint cannot be cured by Hall’s Catarrh "'urc. Send for circulars, free. F J. CHENEY & CO.. Toledo, O. coid by Druggists, 75c. Vu-e Hull's Family Fills for constipation. ( —. * ♦ 1 — ■ ■ ■ Tho Women. From the Minneapolis Journal. Japanese women gild their teeth. In Greenland women paint their faces blue and yellow. The ladles of Arabia stain their Angers and toes red. In India the women of three high castes paint their teeth black. Borneo women dye the hair In fantastic colors—pink, green, blue and scarlet. A Hindu bride Is anointed from head to foot with grease and saffron. J n New Holland scars, made carefully with shells, form elaborate patterns on the ladies’ fac?s. iu some South American tribes thf wemon draw the front teeth, esteeming as an ornament the black gap thus made.. In New Guinea the ladles wear nose rings. piercing the nose in the same" fiend ish way that civilized women pierce the tars. Twu bottles of Piso's Core for Coa* euuiprlon cured ms of s tarribl# rough — Fred Hermann. 209 Boi avenue. Buffalo. 'S. Y. 8*ot 24 1901. Stopped Car to Save a Dove. From the New York Sun. The passengers In a crowded Twenty ' third street car the other day felt th€ i brakes applied with such suddenness that j only a few of the straphangers withstood ' the jar. Then they saw the motorman I Jump from the platform and kneel In I front of the car. Those who could make I their way out did so. and wore surprised I to sec the motorman stroking the feathers of a mother dove that sat near the trolley slot with a little one under her wing. "I've never taken a life yet," he ex plained as ho placed them on the curb, out of harm's way, "and I don't propose to start with a tame dove.” Wanted to Save Interest. Daniel Webster, the famous Ameri can statesman, once dined with an old Boston merchant, and when they came to the wine a dusty old bottle was carefully opened by the servant and passed to the host. Taking the bottle, he filled Webster's glass and handed It to him. Then pouring out another for himsilf, he held it to the light and said: "How do you like it,” Mr. Webster?” ”1 think it's a fine specimen of old port.” •"Now can you guess what It cost me?” asked the host. "Surely not," said Webster. "I only know that it is excellent.” "Well, now -I can tell you, for I made a careful estimate the other day. When I add the Interest to the first price, I find that It cost me the sum of just 5 shillings per glass.” "Good gracious! You don't say so!” cried Webster. And then, draining his glass, says a biographer, he presented It again, with the remark: "Fill It up again as quick as you can, for I want to stop that confounded 'nterest!” Convincing Evidence. Wlnthrop, Cal., Nov. 20.—-(Speclnl.1 —A plain anti straightforward story Is always the most convincing. And that is what has Impressed us most in reading the testimonials In regard to Dodd’s Kidney Pills. The experience told by Davis Lewis of tills place bears ttic ring and stamp of truth upon It. lie says: “I was troubled for six months with dull, heavy pains In the small of my back; sometimes it passed Into my stomach, at other times up between my shoulders. When It was In my stomach I was doubled up, and hardly know what to do for the pain. I was advised to take all kinds of remedies, ami did so, but without getting any re lief. Then some one told me to try (I)odd’s Kidney Pills. I got a box and began taking them. The first few doses gave me relief; by the time I had finished them all the pain was gone and I have been well ever since.” A Queen's Cradle. From the Minneapolis Journal. The recent sale ot relics of Mary Queen of Scots reminds one of many other memorials of the beautiful and Ill-fated queen which have survived to our time and which aro most jeal ously treasured. It Is not long since n harp which had once been hers excited keen competition In Edinburgh and was purchased by the Antiquarian museum authorities for $4,250. Of this harp Miss Strickland tells an Interest ing story. When on a hunting excur sion In the highlands of Perthshire In 1603, Mary, then a radiant girl of 21, offered her. harp as a prize to the mu sician who' could play most skillfully and sweetly on tt, and when the verdict was given in favor of Miss Beatrix Gardyn of Banchory the young queen presented the prize to her with the pretty compliment: "You alone are worthy to possess the harp you touch so well.” The' very cradle In which James V.’s :"lovely and luckless" child was rocked as an Infant Is still In existence, For nearly a century this cradle of carve,? oak was completely loBt to sight, and It was naturally assumed that It had been destroyed. About the year 1820, however, a col lector of antique furniture chanced to see a woman rocking her child In a very ancient and dilapidated cradle In a cottage near the ancient palace. “What are ye doing?” he exclaimed to the woman, “jumbling your balm’s brains In a thing like that?" “Eh, mon!" the mother answered proudly, “do you ken that was once the queen's own cradle?” “Ye'll be askin' a lot for It?” con tinued' the collector. “Indeed. I wouldna tak' a poun' not’ for It,” was the decisive answer; nnd before long the priceless rello had changed hands, at a price, however, considerably In excess of the pound de manded. PASSING OF PORRIDGE. Make* Way for the Better Food of a Better Bay. “Porridge Is no longer used for breakfast in my home,” writes a loyal Britain from Huntsville, Out, This was an admission of no small significance to one ‘brought up’ on the time-hou ored stand-by. "One month ago," she continues, “I bought a package of Grape-Nuts food for nty husband, who had been an In valid for over a year. He hud passed through a severe attack of pneumonia and la grippe combined, nnd was left In a very bad condition when they passed away. “I tried everything for his benefit, but nothing seemed to do him any good. Month followed month and he still remained as weak as ever. 1 was almost discouraged about him when I got the Grape-Nuts, but the result has compensated me for my anxiety, “In the one month that he has eaten Grape-Nuts lie has gained 10 pounds In weight, his strength is rapidly return ing to him, nnd he feels like a new man. Now we all eat Grape-Nuts food, and are the better for it. Our little 5-yenr-old boy, who used to suf fer pains in the stomach after eating the old-fashioned porridge, lias no more trouble since he began to use Grape-Nuts, nnd I have no more doc tor's bills to pay for him. "We use Grape-Nuts with only ‘sweet cream, and find it the most .tnsty dish in>our bill of fare. ; “Last Monday I ate 4 teaspoonfuls 'of Grape-Nuts nnd cream for break fast, nothing else, then set to work nnd got my morning's work done by 9 o'clock, aud felt less tired, much stronger, than if I bad made my break fast on meat, potatoes, etc., as 1 used ,to. I wouldn’t be without Gn»pe-Nuta In the house for any money." Name given by Posttim Co., Battle Creek, Mich. There’s a reason, j Bead th» little book. “The Bond u, j WellvlHe,” in pkga. CHAPTER XLI.—Continued. "Thill we cannot; 'twill be over the horses’ ears. The beasts will drown them selves and us as well." How we should have argued it out T do not know, for just then Jennifer's horse, scenting the troop mounts on the farther shore, cocked tail and ears, let out a squealing neigh, and fell to curveting and plunging in a racket that might have stood for the splashlngs of an advancing army. In a twinkling the oulpost camp was astir and a bellowing hail came to us across the water. Having no answer, the troopers began to let off their pieces hap hazard in the darkness; and with the singing zip of the first musket ball, Rich ard went battle mad, as he always did In tho face of danger. "At them:” he thunderpd, clapping spurs to his jaded beast and whipping out the great claymore; and so we charged, the forlornest hope that ever fell upon an enemy. How' we came ashore alive through the gun-fire Is one of those mysteries to which every battle adds its quota; but the poor beasts we rode were not so lucky. Jen nifer's horse went down while we were yet some yards from the bank; and mine fell a moment later. To face a score of waiting enemies afoot was too much for even Richard's rash courage; so when we were free of the struggling horses we promptly dove for shelter under the up stream bank. Here the darkness stood our friend; and when tho redcoat troopers came down to the river’s edge with torches to see what had become of us, we took advantage of the noise they made and stole away up stream till a shelving beach gave us leave to climb to the valley level above. Richard shook himself like a water soaked spaniel and laughed grimly. "Well, here we are, safe across, horse less and well belike to freeze to death,” he commented. “What next?" I made him a bow. "You are on my de mesne of Appleby Hundred, Captain Jen nifer, and It shall go hard with us If we cannot find a lire to warm a guest and a horse to mount him withal. I<et us go to the manor house and see what we can dis cover." He entered at once Into the spirit of tho jest, and together we trudged the scant mile through the stubble fields to my old roof-tree. As you would guess, we looked to find the manor house turned Into an outpost headquarters; but now we were desperate enough to face anything, Howbelt, not to rush blindly Into the jaws of a trap, we first routed out the old black majordomo at the negro quarters; and when wre learned from him that the great house was quite deserted, we took possession and had the black make us a rousing fire In the kitchen arch. Nay, more; when we had steamed ourselves a little dry, we had old Anthony stew and grill for us, and fetch us a bottle of that madetra of my father’s laying In. “A toast!" cried Richard, when the bot tle came, springing to his feet with the glass held high. "To the dear lady pf Ap pleby Hundred, and may she forgather with the man she loves best, be It you, or I, or another. Jack Ireton!" We drank It standing; and after would sit before the fire, havering like two love sick school boys over the charms of that dear lady to whom one of us was less than naught, and to whom the other could be but naught whilst that first one lived. You will smile, my dears, that we should come to this when, but a short hour be fore, one of us had been bent upon slay ing the other for MLstress Margery's sake. But the human heart is many-sided; not ably That heart the soldier carries. And though I looked not to live beyond the setting of another sun, I was glad to my finger tips to have this last loving cup with my dear lad. I thought It would nerve me bravely for what must come — and so It did, though ot as I prefigured. We were still sitting thus before the kitchen arch when the dawn began to dim the firelight, and the work of the new day confronted us. Pinned down, old An thony confessed that some two or three horses of the Appleby Hundred stables had escaped the hands of the foragers of both sides; and two of these he fetched for us. Of the twain one chanced to be Biuckstar, the good beast which had car ried me from New Berne in the spring; and so I had my own horse betwixt my knees when I set Dick a mile on the road to Salisbury, and bade hltn farewell. Ills last word to me was one of generous caution. "Remember, Jack; ‘haste, haste, post haste' is your watchword. There will be other couriers in from the battle field at King's mountain; and you must hang and fire your news-petard and vanish before they come to betray you." "Trust me," said 1, evasively; and so we parted, he to gallop eastward, and I to charge down peaceably upon the British outpost we had set abuzz in the small hours of the night. XLII. IN WHICH MY LORD HAS 11 IS MARCHING ORDERS. Though I had passed out of the British lines less than a week before In decent good odor, save for Colonel Tarleton's 111 word, 1 met with nothing like the wel come at the outpost camp that a king's courier had a right to expect. The captain in command was not the one who had passed me out. He was a surly brute of the Yorkshire breed; and when he had heard that I was an express rider from Major Ferguson, he was pleased to demand my papers. To this I must needs make answer that I carried no written dispatches; that my news was for the commander in chief’s private ear. Tilts I told my Yorkshire pig, demanding to be sent, under guard if he chose, to the headquarters in Char lotte. But Captain Nobbut would hear to no such reasonable proposal. On the con trary, he would hold me in arrest till he could report me and have instructions from his colonel. Knowing what a stake it was I rode for, you may imagine how this day in durance ate into me like a canker. With ordinary diligence the trooper w'ho carried the news of me should have gone to Charlotte by way of ; Queensborough and returned by noon. But being of the same surly breed with his captain, ’twas full three of the clock before he came ambling back with an or der to set me forthwith upon the road to headquarters. Once free of the camp of detention you may be sure I put Blackstar to his best paces; but hasten as 1 would it was com ing on to evening when I passed the inner safety line and galloped down the high j street of the town. As luck would have it, the first familiar face 1 saw' was that of Charles Stedman. , the commissary general. On my inquiry , he directed me straight. “My lord is at supper at Mr. Stair’s. Have you news, captain?” f I drewr breath of relief. Happily the loss of the day had not made me the bearer of stale tidings. So I made answer with proper reticence, saying that I had news, but it w'as for Lord Cornwallis’ ear first of all. None the less, if the commissary general were pleased to coma with me— j He took the hint at once; and he it was •twho urocured me Instant admittance to the house, and. who took on himself the responsibility of breaking In upon the party in the supper room. I sha^l not soon forget the scene that ! fronted us when we came into my lord’s | presence. The supper was in some sort i a g;i!a feast held in honor of my lord’s ! accession to his earldom. The table, , lighted by great silver candelabra which 1 recognized as Ireton heirlooms, was well filled around by the members of the eomniander-in-chief’s military family, i with the earl at the head, and Mistress Margery, bedight as befitted a lady of the ! quality, behind' the tea urn at the foot. At our Incoming all eyes were turned i upon us, but it required my lord’s"sharp question to make me leave off dwelling upon my sweet lady’s radiant beauty. "How now, Captain Ireton? Do you bing us news from the major?" I broke the fascinating eyehold and turned slowly to face my fate. "I <lo, my lord." "Well, what of him? You left him has tening to rejoin witn his new loyalist levies, I hope?” I drew my sword, reversed It and laid it upon the table. "May all the enemies of the common weath be even as he is, my lord," I said, quietly. Now, truly, I had hanged my petard well and ’twas plain the shock of it had gone far to shatter the wall of confidence our enemies had builded on the field of Camden and elsewhere. Had a hand grenade with the fuse alight been dropped upon the table, the consternation could scarce have been greater. To a man the tableful was up and thronging round me; but above all the hubbub 1 beard a little cry of misery from the table foot where my lady sat. "How is this, sir?—explain yourself!" thundered my lord, forgetting for once his mild suavity. “ ‘Tis but a brief tale, and I will make It as crisp as may be in the telling," I re plied. "I came upon the major some miles this side of the crossing of the Broad. He was marching to rejoin you, in ac cordance with his orders. But when he had your lordships command to stand and fight, he obeyed." "My command?—but I gave him no such order!” “Nay, truly, you did not—neither in the original nor In the duplicate, my lord. But when we had waylaid Lieutenant Tybee and quenched the duplicate, and had so amended the original as to make it fit our purpose, the brave major thanked you for what you had not done and made his stand to await the upcoming of the over mountain men." For a moment I thought they would hew me limb from limb, but my lord quelled the fierce outburst with a word. "Put up your swords, gentlemen. We shall know how to deal with this traitor," he said. And then to me: "Go on, sir, if you please; there has been a battle, as I take It?" "There has, Indeed. The mountain men came up with us in the afternoon of the Saturday. In an hour one-third of the major's force was dead or dying, the ma jor himself was slain, and every living man left on the field, was a prisoner.’’ Again a dozen swords hissed from their scabbards, and again I heard the little cry of misery from the table foot. I bowed my head, looking momently to pay the penalty; but once more my lord put the swords aside. "Let us have a clean breast of it this time. Captain Ireton," he said. "You know well what you have- earned, and nothing you can ray will make it better or worse for you. Was this your purpose in making your submission to me?" "It was." "And you have been a rebel from the first?” I met the cold anger in the womanish eyes as a condemned man might. “I have, my lord—since the day nine years agone when I learned that your king’s minions had hanged my father In the Regulation." "Then it was a farrago of lies you told me about your adventures in the western mountains?" "Not wholly. It was your lordship’s good pleasure to send succors of powder and load to your allies, the western sav ages. I and three others followed Cap tain Falconnet and his Indians, and I have the honor to report that we over took and exploded them with their own powder cargo." And Captain Sir Francis Falconnet with them?" "[ do so hope and trust, my lord " He turned short on his heel, and for a moment a silence as of death fell upon the loom. 1 hen he took the Ferar from the table and sought to break it over his knee; but the good blade, like the cause It stood for, bent like a withe and would not snap. "Put this spy in irons and clear the room," he ordered sharply. And this is how the little drama ended: with the supper guests crowding to the door; with my lord pacing back and forth at the table head; with two sergeants bearing me away to await, where and how I knew not, the word which should efface me. XLHI. IN’ WHICH I DRINK A DISH OF TEA Being without specific orders what to do with me, my two sergeant bailiffs thrust me into that little den of a strong-room below stairs where I had once found the master of the house, and one of them mounted guard whilst the other fetched the camp armorer to iron me. The shackles securely on, I was left to content me as I could, with the door ajar and my two Jailers hobnobbing be fore it. Having done all I hud hoped to do, there was nothing for it now but to wait upon the consequences. So, hitching my chair up to the oaken table, I made a pillow of my fettered wrists and presently fell adoze. I know not what hour of the night it was when the half-blood Seipio, who was Mr. Gilbert Stair's body-servaiit. came In and roused me. I started up suddenly at his touch, making no doubt It was my summons. But the mulatto brought me nothing worse than a cold fowl and a loaf, with a candle-end to see to eat them by, and a dish of hot tea to wash them down. I knew well enough whom I had to thank for this, and was set wondering that my lady's charity was broad enough to mantle even by this little my latest sins against the king’s cause. None the less. I ate and drank grateful ly, draining the tea-dish to the dregs— . which, by the by, were strangely bitter. I had scarce finished picking the 1 bones of the capon before sleep came again to drag at my eyelids, a drowsl j ness so masterful that I could make no head against it. And so, with the bitter taste of the tea still on my tongue, I fell away a second time into the pit of forgetfulness. When I awakendd from what seemed in the memory of it the most unresting sleep I ever had. it was no longer night, | and I was stretched upon the oaken : settle in that same lumber garret where I had been bedded through that other night of hiding. So much I saw at the waking glance; and then I realized, vaguely at first, but presently with, startling emphasis, that it was the westering sun which was shining In at the high roof windows, that the shackles were still on, and that my temples were throbbing with a most skull-splitting headache. Being fair agasp with astonishment at this new spinning of fate’s wheel, I sprang up quickly—and was as quickly glad to fall back upon the pallet. For with the upstart a heaving nausea came to supplement the headache, and for a long time I lay bat-blind and sick as any landsman in his first gale at sea. The sunlight was fading from the ! high windows, and I was deep sunk in a sick man’s megrims, before aught I came to disturb the silence of the eob ' webbed garret. From nausea and rack | 'ng pains I had come to the stage of I querulous self-piety. 'Twas monstrous, this burying a man alive, ill, fettered, uncared for, to live or die in utter soli tude as might happen. I could not re motely guess to whom I owed this dis mal fate, and was too petulant to spec ulate upon it. But the meddler, friend 1 or foe, who had bereft me of my chance to die whilst I was fit and ready, came in for a Turkish cursing—the curse1 that calls down in all the Osmnnli vari ants the same pangs in duplicate upon the banned one. It was in the ‘midst of one of these impotent fits of malediction that the wainscot door was opened and closed softly, and light footsteps tiptoed to my bedside. I shut my eyes wilfully when a voice low and tender asked: "Are you awake. Monsieur John?" I hope you will hold me forgiven, my dears, if I confess that" what with the nausea and the headache, the fetters and ihe solitude, I was rabid enough to rail at her. 'Twas so near dusk in the ill-lighted garret that I could not see how she took it; but she let me know by word of mouth. “Merci, monsieur,” she said, icily. And then: “Gratitude does not seem to bo amongst your gifts.” "Gratitude! Mayhap you will tell me what it is 1 have to be grateful for. All I craved was the chance to die as a soldier should, and some one must ! needs spoil me of that!” I “Selfish—selfish always and to the last,” she murmured. “Do you never give a moment's thought to the feel ings of others, Captain Ireton?" This was past all endurance, "If I had not, should I be here this moment?” I raved. “You do make me ; sicker than I was, my lady.” "Yet I say you are selfish,” she in sisted. “What have I done that you should come here to have yourself hanged for a spy?” "Let us have plain speech, in God’s name, ’ I retorted. “You know well enough there was no better way in which I could serve you?” i "Do I. indeed, mon ami?" she flashed out. "Let me tell you sir, had she ever j a blush of saving pride, Margery Stair —or Margery Ireton, if you like that better—would kill you wdth her own hand rather than have it said her hus band died upon a gallows!” A sudden light broke in upon me and I went blind in the horror of it. “God in heaven!” I gasped; “’twas you. then? I do believe you poisoned me in that dish of tea you sent me last night! ” She laughed a bitter little laugh that I hated to think on afterward, i “You have a most chivalrous soul,1 Captain Ireton. I do not wonder you are so fierce to shake it free of ths poor body of clay.” "But you do not deny it!” I cried. "Of what use would it be? I have said that I would not have you die shamefully on the gallows; so I may; as well confess to the poppy-juice in the tea. Tell me, Monsieur John; was1 it nasty bitter?” I “Good Lord!” I groaned; “are you a! woman, or a fiend?” i "Either, or both, as you like to hold! me, sir. But come what might, I said’ you should not die a felon’s death. Andl you have not, as yet.” "Better a thousand times the ropai and tree than that I should rot by inches here with you to sit by and gird at me. Ah, my lady, you are hav-' ing your revenge of me.” "Merci, encore. Shall I go away and leave you?” I "No, not that.” A cold sweat broke out upon me in a sudden childish hor ror of the solitude and the darkness and the fetters. And then I added: "But 'twould be angel kindness if you would leave off torturing me. I am but a man, dear lady, and a sick man at that.” All in a flash her mood changed and she bent to lay a cool palm on my throbbing temples. "Poor Monsieur John!” she said soft ly; "I meant not to make you suffer more, but rather less." Then she found water and a napkin to wring out and bind upon my aching head. At the touch and the word of woman ly sympathy I forgot all, and the love madness came again to blot out the very present memory of how she had brought me to this. "Ah, that is better—better,” I sighed, when the pounding hammers in my temples gave me some surcease of the agony. "Then you forgive me?” she asked, whether jestingly or in earnest I could not tell. “There is none so much to forgive,” I replied. "One hopeless day last sum mer I put my life in pledge to you; and you—in common justice you have the right to do what you like wdth it.” (Continued Next Week.) Formation of Gold Nuggets. Mines and Minerals: Th'U gold is formed from solution is generally rec ognized. The miner receives the the ory because it explains the making of gold to him, but he often wonders how it is done, so here is what has been seen: Daintree once prepared a solu tion of gold and left in it a small piece of metallic gold. * Accidentally a small piece of wood fell into the solution; the solution decomposed, the gold assumed a metallic state and collected and held to the small piece of undissolved gold, which increased in size. Another in vestigator heard of this and made a dilute gold solution, in which he im | mersed a piece of iron pyrites and left it there a month. He added also or ganic matter, and at the month’s end the pyrites were covered with a film of metallic gold. Pyrites and galena were ijext tried, and each was covered , with gold. Gold, copper pyrites, arse nical pyrites, galena, wolfram were al so tried, with similar results. Metallic j precipitates were tried, and while they threw down the gold as a metallic pow der they did not cause it to cohere nor to plate any of the substances ; tried. Organic matter thus seined the | necessary chemical agent. Through the wood used in these experiments i gold was disseminated in fine particles. : Imagine these experiments conducted by nature through ages and the result | could be a nugget. __ The Sunken Rock. From Ernest Thompson Seton’s "Fable and Woodmyth" in the Decem ber Century: "X positively decline to have that young Cllppercut in my house again. His influence on my son Is most dangerous.” "Why, my friend, he is far from be ing a bad fellow. He has his follies. I admit, but how unlike such really vic ious men as Grogster, Cardflip, and Ponyback!” •’Sir. the only danger of a sunken rock is that it la not sunk deep enough." j A Troublesome Errand. From the Saturday Evening Post. "John,” said Mrs. Bassett, as they set at breakfast in their pretty suburban home, "we must have a new hoe. Shail I order' one from Moneymaker’s by maid, or will jjcu go up there today and get one?” *‘I’ll go up there and get it, my dear. Ar hoe is rather an important Implement, and 3hould be carefully selected.” At noon, therefore, Mr. Bassett went up town to Moneymaker’s department store, and inquired of the affable floorwalker where he might find liccs. Street floor, third aisle to the left.” was the reply, and John Bassett marched on, thinking how much more methodically a man shops than a woman. But when he reached the counter he saw nothing but stockings. "I beg pardon,” he said to the pompa doured saleslady, "I was mistakenly di rected. I wish to see hoes.” "Right here, sir,” said the pompadoured one. "Twenty-five cents a pair." "Oh," sail! Mr. Bassett, a light breaking; ) in on him. "I don’t mean that kind of* hose. I mean just common, ordinary hoes.” ( "These are the cheapest we have, sir., Twenty-five cents a pair.” "But I mean hoes; I don’t want a pair. I only wrant one.” The girl stared. "We never separate a pair of hose, sir.” ‘If you did, would they bo half-hose?” said Bassett, unable to quell his humorous instinct. Again the salesgirl stared haughtily and Mr. Bassett hastened to add: "I beg your pardon. I’m sure. But I don’t mean this kind of hose at all. I mean garden hoes.” ' ' \ou could wear this kind in the gar den.’ said the girl accommodatingly, and Bassett turned away in despair. Book here,” he said to a fioor-walker, can t you tell me W'here to find hoes, harden hoes, you know, to use in the country—in a small garden.” Certainly, sir. You’ll find w?hat you want in the basement, at the foot of these stairs.” Downstairs Bassett marched, and. after arriving at the department indicated, found himself surrounded by a fine as sortment of reels of rubber hose. “Where can I find hoes?” he exclaimed, gazing at the clerk in exasperation. Right here, sir. Will you have black rubber, brown rubber, or electric hose?" “Not that kind; I mean hoes, for a gar den, you know.” "Yes, sir. This Is our best garden hose.” John Bassett looked at the clerk. “Never mind,” he said; "I’ve decided I don’t w'ant to look at hoes, after ail. I’m going to buy a rake.” ‘Irs. WIrslow’3 hooramo syrup Tor ChUdrai i teething; softens the gums, reducea mfGmmaucn pi 'eys pain, cures wind noiin. 2.r» cent- a oottis Educating Future Diggers. From the San Antonio Express. Governor Magoon proposes to construct forty little red schoolhouses in the canal zone. After the canal zone has got plenty of school houses and churches and the aters and other paraphernalia, perhaps somebody may be persuaded to begin the construction of a canal, and then, in the course of time, there may be a practical exemplification of "the earth divided and the world united.” Racing Deafens Chauffeurs. From the Philadelphia Bulletin. He had done in his 110 liorse-power car a mile in 39 seconds. , "Congratulations," said a young girl, a# he got out. "What?” said he. "Congratulations." He smiled and shook his head. "What?” "I said ‘Congratulations.’ What is tha matter with you? Are you deaf?” But again he failed to hear her. "In a few hilnutes,” he said, "I’ll be alb right. I suppose It was the noise of the; motor or the swift going—at any rate, I am enveloped in the most terrific tumult—* a roar like the winds of a hundred storms— and I can’t hear a word you say. "I am always like this after a race,”: he continued. "For fifteen minutes or so L am as deaf as a post. Then gradually that roaring In my cars subsides and I begin to» ‘distinguish the sounds that occur around; me. I see now lips moving and mouth, a-Jump, but 1 hear not a wprd. "All men that rdee in Heavy, powerful, .■“detonating cars are deaf, like me, at their Iraces’ end. I am unaware, though, of any: chauffeur whose hearing has been perm* ‘nently injured by racing." Forgot Her Fatigue. She said, "I am weary, I cannot make my bed, Nor help with the preserving, Nor dust the room,” she said. And, leaping from the hammock, She seized her bag of sticks, And did the eighteen holes in just Exactly ninety-six. —Philadelphia Bulletin. I STIFF AND SORE from head to foot? Can't work today, but tomorrow you can, as the Old-Monk-Cure | St. Jacobs Oil will soften and heal the muscles while you sleep. | It Conquers Pain Prica. 25c. and 50c. • rrr.- ■■ - 1 i m. mThompn's EjeWatir