TONIC FOR MOTHERS
Or. Williams’ Pink Pills Are Safe ant
Reliable—A Favorite Household
Remedy.
Motherhood may bo the crownin;
blessing of a ■Roman's life or it maj
bring grief and sorrow. Mrs. M. J
Wight, of 170 Seventh Street, Auburn
ilaine, relates ber experience after the
birth of her daughter in 1901, as fol
{lows: “I was all run down at the
ftlmo the baby came and did not irn
iprove In health rapidly after. I was
pale, thin and bloodless. My stomach
■distressed me being full of gas all the
time and my heart fluttered so that 1
could scarcely breathe.
"Finally I remembered that a friend
iiad recommended Dr. Williams' Pink
Pills to me so I commenced using
them. I gained in strength rapidly
while the baby throve also. When I
expected my next child I started tak
ing the pills again as a tonic and
•trengthener and had no such diffi
culty as before. I got up better and
iny strenglh came back much sooner.
"A year ago last winter I had an at
*tack of rheumatism in the hands which
■went from one hand to the other. The
Joints swelled up and were so stiff I
feould not move them. The pain ex
tended up through my arms and
alioulders. I felt sick enough to go to
bed but did not do so. This attack
tasted for several months. I tried sev
eral remedies but finally came back
to using the pills which had done me
•o much good before and found that
they benefited me almost at once. I
have not been troubled since.’’
All druggists sell Dr. Williams’ Pink
Pills, or they will be sent by mall
post-paid, on receipt of price, 50 cents
per box. six boxes for $2.50, by the
Dr. Williams Medicine Company,
Schenectady, N. Y. Send for book of
. -cures.
A Difficult Cass.
Governor Hoeh of Kansas was describing
sl quarrel that had shattered the placidity
of a reform party In Texas.
“The way those reformers quarreled,"
•aid the governor, "reminded mo of a po
licemen's quarrel I once witnessed. Two
policemen, walking side by side, suddenly
fell Into a violent altercation, and both In
dulged In the foulest and profanest lan
guage. Then one of them seized the other
by the collar, shouting: 'You are my pris
oner!’
" ‘No.’ growled the second, seizing the
first In his turn, 'you axe mine. Come
•long here!’
"And they walked each other off to the
eOatlon-house with what sequel I don’t
Jtnow."
160 ACRES MORTON COUNTY, N. D.
All can bo farmed; $12.50 per acre.
Also Improved farms. Sylvester Bros.,
St. PauL
Atchison Globe Sights.
Don't make a kick unless you can cash
It.
Many a man who thinks he Isn't hen
pecked, la
Some women experience real Joy In feel
ing sorry for others
When there Is a hole In a store floor,
farmer# will spit In It.
We, the people, seem to want the truth,
•mi want It exaggerated.
We wouldn't rare to be chess champion
•of the state. Would you?
You cauiiui talk to some people: You
*an only argue with them.
The guests at it, parly usually feel much
naoie at home than father does.
No one admires a stingy man, hut he
always seems to get along pretty well.
About all the promptness some people
.manifest is being on time for their meals.
A newspaper heading seen very often
pShsee days: ''Dies on the operating table.”
Almost every other kind of a man Is
/more endurable that a "mischievous” man.
Most men have a fool notion that their
■ wives think they are the smartest men In
»toivn.
.' You have probably observed that some
i people can he very busy without doing
, anything.
Hh»'rry time as many as four women get
t tosdltnrr. there arises a new way of abus
i lng the. men.
i What1 hue tbeeome of the old fashioned
f family that gut all the water It used from
la spring?
V Wnen a‘person has a poor memory for
name*,; ho usually says he Is good at re
membeelng faces.
t IQemg Cone at the boys” Is another dis
function' that never helps a man much In
••securing a Job.
What at happy world this would be t!
every one enjoyed their work as well as an
.•auctioneer seems to.
Next to an automobile It takes more
(money to buy a mule than anything In
the subbem acting line.
Here la « Joke no wife appreciates:
"'When a girt says she will he wife number
for the wife's husband
A FBXBNDLY GBOCER
t-Dropp«d « Valuable Hint About
Coffee.
"For about eight years,” writes a
Mich, woman, “I suffered from ncrv
jousness—part of the time down In bed
(with nervous prostration.
“Sometimes 1 would get numb and It
■.iwould be almost impossible for me to
,»peak for a spell. At others, I would
have severe bilious attacks, ami my
heart would flutter painfully when I
iwouhl walk fast or sweep.
**I have taken enough medicine to1
start a small drug store, without any
benefit. One evening our grocer was
asking Husband how I was and he
>rged that 1 quit coffee and use Posturn,
*o lie brought home a pkg. and 1 made
awarding to directions and we wero
lx»tli delighted with it.
“So we quit coffee altogether and
Used oily Posluin. i began to get bet
ter In a month's time and look like an
other person, the color came back to my
clieeks,’I began to sleep well, my appe
tite was good and I commenced to take
on flesh and become interested In every
thing atiput the house.
■“Finally I was able to do all by own
work without the least sign of my old
trouble. I am so thankful for the little
feook. ‘Tl» lioad to Wellvlllo.’ It has
itaao me so much good. 1 haven't taken
jnediclne of any kind for six months
and don’t need any.
“A friend of ours who did not like
Posturn as she made it. liked mine, and
when she learned to boil It long enough,
hers was as good as mine. It’s easy If
you follow directions.” Name given by
Posturn Company. Battle Creek. Mich.
Head the little book, “The Hoad to
Weliville,” In pkgs. “There’s a rea
—n,"
t MORE OR LESS HUMOROUS. ♦
♦ ♦
A Nasty Knock.
The Rev. Rodn<?y Swope, rector of the
Vanderbilt church at Asheville, said the
other night In the course of an address:
“These subtle attacks are the most un
expected and the most wounding. You
havo heard about the clergyman and his
aged parishioner? The parishioner said
that he thought clergymen should be bet
ter paid.
“ 'I am pi-eased to hear you say that,
Brother Brown,* exclaimed the young
man, beaming with good will and happi
ness. It rejoices my heart to hear you
say that.’
“ ‘Yes,’ resumed the parishioner thought
fully; ‘we’d get a better class of men
then.' ”
Social Boredom.
Mrs. Hetty Green, in an interview In
New York, condemned the excesses of
modern society.
“And with .all these excesses,” she
said, “with all these swimming parties,
and mormey dinners, and horse teas,
what is the result?
“A fashionable hostess greeted a
young man at a dance.
“So glad to see you,” she said. “But
where is your mother? Why didn’t he
corn** too?”
” 'He couldn't,’ the young man ex
plained. ‘Only one of us could come.
So we tossed up for it.'
“ 'Tossed up! How delightful!’ cried |
the hostess. 'And you won!’
“The young man yawned and an- j
swered absently:
” ‘No; I lost.’ ”
—
Net the Sarr.o Growl.
Mrs. Rachel Foster Avery, the noted
woman suffrage leader, was talking in
Philadelphia about divorce.
“Ill temper Is at the root of divorce,”
Mrs. Avery said. "Men and women are
not so vicious as some people think.
Impatience causes more divorces than
immorality.
“When I was living in Pittsburg I
called one day on a certain married
woman.
“At dinner time my hostess rang for
the me.Id. She said:
" ‘Mary, is that Mr. Brown down
stairs? I thought 1 heard him just
now.’
“ ‘No’m,’ Mary answered. ‘That wuz
the dawg what wuz growlin’.’ ”
——
Snvinq Fifty a Day.
Samuel rnlerineyor said the other day
of a certain proposed retrenchment:
“It would Le a good thing, an excellent
thing, all around. But on some It would
bear harder than on others. Hence dis
content and growling, the usual accom
paniment of economics.
“It Is ...vc the care of the husband who,
looking at bis wife, reproachfully said:
“ ‘Aly love, in view of the approaching
holidays, I thought we were going to prac
tlco economy fora time?’’
” ‘Oh. so wo are, dear,’ the lady an
swered. ‘1 went down town and counter
manded the order you had given your tail
or for a 5250 fur-lined overcoat, and got in
stead an ermine stoic that only cost $200, a
eloi-.n saving, you see, of $50. Not bad for
one day, was It?’ ”
The Old Man and the New.
Miss Elisabeth Magic, the pretty and
talented Chicago girl who recently jumped
Into distinction by offering herself for sale,
said the other day In an address before a
girls’ club:
"I advise all of you to be new women. I
urge you to pay no heed to the gibes about
new women that are continually being
uttered by ram.
"It Isn't a fine type of rnan that gibes
at the new woman You know the story
of the man In the county jail?
" 'What brought you here, my poor fel
low?' a missionary asked.
" T married a new woman,* sire,’ the
prisoner groaned.
" ‘Aha,’ said the missionary. ‘And she
was so domineering and extravagant that
it drove you to desperate courses, eh?’
" 'No,’ said the prisoner. *The old worn*
an turned up.’ ’’
A Pertinent Question.
Richard Harding Davis was talking in
New York about the life of a reporter.
"A hard life It is," said he. ‘‘It Is a life
ojoo J.uop I soiaaouo oq} |[b saxin }uqj
how great a genius a man might be, how
resourceful, how persevering, how alert,
all those qualities would be brought in
play If the man turned reporter, and on
many a good story he would still fall down
at that.
"Reporters are often snubbed. There is
a stupid type of man that likes to snub
them. Such a man. a bonk president, once i
tried to snub my friend Jimmy Patterson. I
"The bank had gone up through a de
falcation, and Jimmy went to interview Its
head. But Its head was crusty. He re
fused to be interviewed. He took Jtmmy
by the arm and led him toward the door.
" ‘Young man,' hu said, "I always make
It a rule to mind my own business.’
“ ‘Were you doing that,' said Jimmy,
‘when the cashier made his haul?’ ’’
Cheerful Advice.
From the Now York Tribune.
A number of railw ay men were once dis
cussing the question of accident.
‘‘The roads of Scotland,” said one offi
cial, "used to have a bad name, indeed, in
respect to accidents. No one thought of
embarking on a railway journey unless he
had provided himself with an accident pol
icy of insurance.”
The famous Dr. Norman MacLeod was
once about to set off on a long journey
through me Scotch country. Just as the
train was pulling out the clergyman’s ser
vant put his head through the window and
asked:
Ha'o ye ta’en an insurance ticket, sir?*
“ l have,’ replied the doctor.
“Then,’ continued the servant, write
ye’er name on it and g’e it to me. They
ha’e an awful habit o' robbin’ the corpses
on tnls line.’ ”
He Didn’t Inject It.
An elderly resident of Lynn, Mass., wa*
talking about Mrs. Baker Eddy, the head
of the Christian Science church.
“When she lived here In Lynn,” said the
old man, ’’she conducted a temperance
campaign for a time. She* did a lot of
. gcod, though now and then she met with a
rebuff.
“The story goes that a tramp once ask
ed her for help.
” ’I’ll help you, my friend,’ said Mrs.
Eddy, ‘but first you must answer me one
question. Do you, or do you not, drink
beer?’
“The tramp, a hardened customer, look
ed at her in amazement.
” ‘Why, lady.’ he said, *ye cert’n'y don’t
think 1 squirt it into me arm wid a
syringe!’ ”
Color and Light.
From Harper’s Weekly.
The peculiar simplicity of the countr.
darky in the south is illustrated by a story
j told by Representative John Sharp Wil
liams.
An old negro had gone to a postoffice in
Mississippi and offered for the mail a let
ter that was over the weight specified for
u single stamp.
“This is too heavy,” said the postmaster.
“You will have to put another stamp on
:t. '
The old darky’s eyes widened in aston
ishment. “Will anudder stamp make it
*uy lighter, boss?” he asked.
i
R TON E. STEVENSON. ^
tSfoz&gSEa a^JSsazSteata esSOB^paBaefcaasMateffiBa^''’
CHAPTER X.
AN ASTONISHING DISAPPEAR
ANCE.
Mr. Royce grasped the arms of his
chair convulsively, and remained for a
moment speechles* under the shock
Then he swung around toward me.
"Come here, Lester,” he said hoarsely
“I needed you once before, and I need
you now. This touches me so closely I
can't think consecutively. You will
help, won’t you?"
There was an appeal in his face which
ihowed ids sudden weakness—an appeal
there was no resisting, even had 1 not,
myseif, been deeply interested In the
case.
"Gladly,” I answered from the depths
[>f my heart, seeing how overwrought
he was. "I’ll help to the very limit o(
my power, Mr. Royce."
He sank track into his chair again,
and breathed a long sigh.
"I knew you would," he said. “Get
the story from Thompson, will you?”
I brought a chair and sat down by
the old butler.
“You have been in Mr. Holladay’s
family a great many years, haven't
you, Mr. Thompson?” I asked, to give
him opportunity to compose himself.
"Yes, a great many yeurs, sir—nearly
forty, I should say."
"Before Miss Holladay's birth, then?"
“Oh, yes, sir; long before. Just be
fore his marriage, Mr. Holladay bought
the Fifth avenue house he lived in ever
since, and I was employed, then, sir, as
an underservant."
"Mr. Holladay and his wife were very
nappy together, weren't they?” I ques
tioned.
“Very happy; yes, sir. They were
Just like lovers, sir, until her death.
They seemed just made for each other,
sir," and the trite old saying gathered
a new dignity as he nttered tt.
I paused a moment to consider. This,
certainly seemed to discredit the theory
that Holladay had ever had al iason
with any other woman, and yet what
other theory was tenable?
"There was nothing to mar their
happiness that you know of? Of
course," I added, “you understand,
Thompson, that I am not asking these
questions from Idle curoslty, but to get
‘.o the bottom of this mystery, If pos
sible.”
"I understand, sir,” he nodded. "No,
there was nothing to mar their happi
ness—except one thing.”
"And what was that?"
"Why they had no children, sir, for
fifteen years or more. After Miss
Frances came, of course that was all
changed.”
“She was born abroad?”
"Yes, sir; in France. I don't just
mow the town.”
“But you know the date of her
birth ?”
"Oh. yes, sir—the tenth of June,
eighteen seventy-six—we always cele
brated it.”
"Mr. Holladay was with his wife at
the time?”
Yes. sir; he and his wife had been
abroad nearly a year. His health had
broken down and the doctor had made
him take a long vacation. He came
home a few months later, but Mrs.
Holladay stayed on. She didn’t get
strong again some way. She stayed
nearly four years and he went over
every few months to spend a week with
her; and at last she came home to
die, bringing her child with her. That
was the ilrst time any of us- ever saw
Miss Frances."
“Mr. Holladay thought a great deal
Of her?”
"You may well say so, sir; she took
his wife's place," said the old man
simply.
"And she though a great deal of
him?"
• CVT * 1 *1 _l _ . .. . . >
them. Her father's rooms, too, were
evidently undisturbed.
"Here’s one thing," I said, “that
might help," and 1 picked up a photo
| graph from the mantel. “You wouldn’t
mind my using it?"
Mr. Royce took it with trembling
hand and gazed at it for a moment—
at the dark eyes, the earnest mouth-——
Then he handed it back to me.
“No,” he answered; "not if it will
really help; we must use every means
we can. Only-”
"I won't use it unless I absolutely
have to," I assured him; “and when I'm
done with it. I'll destroy it.”
“Very well." ho assented, and I put
it In my pocket.
There was nothing more to be dis
covered there, and we went away, after
warning the two men to say not a
word to anyone concerning their mis
tress's disappearance
Plainly, the first thing to be done was
to find the coachman who had driven
Miss Holladay and her maid away from
tho hous<\ and with this end in view,
we visited at ail the stables
in the neighborhood; but from
none of them had a carriage been
ordered by her. Had she ordered it her
self from a stable in some distant por
tion of the city for the purpose of
concealing her whereabouts, or had it
been ordered for her by her maid, and
was she really the victim of foul play?
I put the question to Mr. Royce, but
he seemed quite unable to reach a con
clusion. As for myself, I was certain
that she had gone away of her own
accord, and had deliberately planned
her disappearance. Why? Well, I be
gan to suspect that we had not yet
really touched the bottom of the mys
tery.
We drove back to the office and found
Mr. Graham there. I related to him the
circumstances of our search, and sub
mitted to hint and to our junior one
question for immediate settlement.
“At the best, it's a delicate case,” I
pointed out. “Miss Holladay has plain
ly laid her plans very carefully to pre
vent us following her. It may be diffi
cult to prove that she has not gone
away entirely of her own accord. She
certainly has a. perfect right to go
wherever she wishes without consulting
us. Have we the right to follow her
against her evident desire?”
For a moment Mr. Graham did not
answer, but sat tapping his desk with
that deep line of perplexity between
his eyebrows. Then he nodded em
phatically.
“It's our duty to follow her and find
her," he said. “It’s perfectly evident
to me that no girl in her right mind
would act as she had done. She had no
reason whatever for deceiving us—for
running away. We wouldn’t have in
terefered with her. Jenkinson’s right—
she’s suffering with dementia. We must
see that she receives proper medical
treatment."
“It might not be dementia ” T sug
gested, “so much as undue influence-—
on the part of the' new maid, perhaps.”
“Then it’s our duty to rescue her from
that influence,” rejoined Mr, Graham,
“and restore her to her normal men
tality.”
“Even if we offend her?”
“We- can’t stop to think of that. Be
sides, she won’t be offended’ when she
comes to herself. The question is; how
to find her most speedily."
“The police, probably, could do it
most speedily," I said; "but since she
can be in no immediate danger of any
kind, f rather doubt whether it would
be wise to cal! in the police. Miss
Hoiladay would very properly resent
any more publicity-”
“But," objected’ Mr. Graham, "if we
don’t call in the police, how are we* to
find her? I recognize, of course, how
undesirable it is that she should be
subjected to any further notoriety, but
is there any oilier way?”
I glanced at Mr; Royce and saw that
he was seemingly sunk in apathy.
"If I could be excused from the of
fice for a few days, sir," I began hesi
tatingly, "I might be able to find some
'race of her. If I’m unsuccessful, we
might then call in the authorities."
Mr. Royce brightened up for a mo
ment.
“That's it,” he said. "Let Lester look
into ft.”
"Very well,” assented Mr. Graham. "I
agree to that. Of course, any expenses
you may incur will be borne by the
office"
“Thank you. sir” and I rose with
fast heating heart, for the adventure
appealed to me strongly. “I’ll begin at
once then, I should like assistance in
one thing. Could you let me have three'
or four clerks to visit the various sta
bles of the city? It w. ltd be best, I
think to use our own pev i’e.”
"Certainly," assented our senior in
stantly. “TO call them in, and we can
give them their instructions at once."
So four clerks were summoned, and
each was given a district of the city
Their instructions were to find from
which stable Miss Hoiladay had or
dered n carriage tlie morning of Thurs
day, April 3. They were to report at
the office every day, noon and evening,
until the search was finished. They
started away at once, and I turned to
follow them, when my eye was caught
by the expression of our junior’s face
“Mr. Royce is ill, sir!” I cried. "Look
at him!”
He was leaning forward heavily, his
■ face drawn and livid, his eyes set his
hands plucking at the arms of his chair
We sprang to him and led him to a
couch, r bathed his hands and face
, la cold water, while Mr. Graham hur
, riedlv summoned a phvflrtsn. The doc
worshiped him. She was always at
the door to meet him; always dined
with him; they always spent their
evenings together. She didn’t rare
much for society—I’ve often heard her
tell him that she would much rather
just stay at home with him. It was
he who rather Insisted on her going
out; for he was proud of her, as he’d
a. right to be.”
"Yes," I said; for all this fitted in
exactly with what I had always heard
about the family. "There were no
other relatives, were there?"
"None at all, sir; both Mr. Holladay
and his wife were only children; their
paronts, of course, have been dead for
years.”
"Nor any intimate friends?"
"None I'd call intimate, sir; Mis?
Frances had some school friends, but
she was always—well—reserved sir.”
''Yes.'1 I nodded again. “And now
I added, “tell me as fully as you can
what has happened within the lust
three weeks."
“Well, sir," lie began slowly, “aftei
her father's death, she seemed quite
distracted for a while—wandered aboul
the house, sat in the library of even
ings. ate scarcely anything. Then air
Royce got to coming to the house
and she brightened up, and we al
hoped she'd soon be alright again. Ther
she seemed to get worse of a sudden r
she seemed to get worse of a sudden ant
sent us all away to get Beluir ready
I got the place In order, sir. and tel
egraphed her that wo were ready
She answered (hat she would come ii
\ a few days. Ten days ago the vest o
i the servants' came, and I looked for hei
I every day, but she didn’t come, I tele
i graphed her again, but she didn’t an
! swer, and, finally, I got so uneasy, sir
I couldn’t rest, and came back to tin
city to see what was the matter,
got here early this morning, and wen
right to the house. Thomas, the sec
ond butler, had been left In charge
and he told me that Miss Frances am
her maid had started for Beluir th
same day the servants did. That’s al
I know.”
"Then she's been gone ten days?”
questioned.
"Ten days; yes, sir."
Ten days! What might have hap
pened in that time! Dr. Jenkinson’
theory of dementia recurred to me, an
I was more than ever inclined to credi
it. How else explain this llight?
could see front Mr. Royce's face hot
absolutely nonplussed he was.
"Well,” I said at last, for want e
something better, "we’ll go with you t
the house, and see the man in charg
there. Perhaps he can ti II us some
thing more."
But lib could tell us very little. Te
days before, u carriage had driven u
to the door. Miss Holladay and hf
maid had entered It and been drive
away. The carriage had been callei
he thought, from some netghborin
stable, as the family coachman ha
bec-n sent away with the other set
vants. They had driven down it
■ avenue toward Thirty-Fourth v-tree
I where, he supposed, thi y were going t
! the Long Island station. We looke
] through the house—It was in perfei
I order. Miss Holladay’s looms wei
• just as she would naturally have le
e
t,
o I
d [ He—Cruel woman. Have ; the
■t | heart to refuse me?
e j She—No; I've given it to another
!t i man.
tor soon arrived, and diagnosed tne
case at a glance.
"Nervous break-down,” he said terse
ly. "You lawyers drive yourselves too
hard. It’s a wonder to me you don't
all drop over. We’ll have to look out or
this will end in brain fever.”
He poured out a stimulant, which the
sick man swallowed without protest.
He seemed stronger in a few moments,
and began talking incoherently io him
self. We got him down to the doctor’s
carriage, and drove rapidly to his lodg
ings, where we put him to bed with
out delay.
"I think he ii pull through,” observed
the doctor, after watching him for a
while. I’ll get a couple of nurses, and
"'"'11 give him every chance. Hag he
any relatives here in New York?”
"No; ids relatives are all in Ohio.
Had they better be notified?”
“Oh, I think not—not unless he gets
worse. He seems to be naturally strong.
I suppose he’s been worrying about
something?”
“Yes,’ I said. “He has been greatly
worried by one of his cases.”
"Of course,” he nodded. “If the hu
man race had sense enough to stop
worrying, there’d be mighty little work
for us doctors."
"I’d like to call Doctor Jenkinson into
the case.” I said. "He knows Mr. Itoyce
and may be of help."
"Certainly; I’ll be glad to consult
with Dr. Jenkinson."
So Jenkinson was called, and confirm
ed the diagnosis. He understood, of
course, the cause of Mr. Royce's
breakdown, and turned to me when the
consultation was ended, and his col
league had taken his departure.
"Mr. Lester," he said, "I advise you
to go home and get some rest. Put
this case out of your mind, or you'll
be right where Mr. Royce Is. He had
some more bad news, I suppose?”
I told him of Miss Holladay's disap
pearance; he pondered over it a mo
ment with crave face.
"This strengthens my belief that she
is suffering with dementia," he said
"Sudden aversion to relatives and
friends Is one of its most common
symptoms. Of course, she must be
found."
I m going to find her,” I assured)
him, with perhaps a little more confi
dence than I really felt.
"Well, remember to call on me if I
enn help you. But first of all, go home
and sleep for ten hours—twelve, if you
can. Mind, no work before that—no
building of theories. "You’11 be so muchi
the fresher tomorrow.”
I recognized the wisdom of this ad
etce, but I had one thing to do first. I
took a cab and drove to the arest
telegraph office. There I sent i im
perative message to Brooks, the .lolla
day coachman, telling him to return to
New York by the first train, and report
to me at the office. That done, I gave
the driver my address and settled back
in thp Qnnt
No building of theories, Jenkinson
had said; yet is was difficult to keep
the brain idle. Where was Frances
Holladay? Why had she fled. Was
she really mentally deranged? Had
the weight of the- secret, proved too
great for her? Or had she merely fal
len under the influence of the woman
who was guilty? Supposing she was
insane, what should we do with her
when we found her? How could we
control her? And, supposing she were
not insane-, what legal right had we to
mterefere with her? These, and a hun
dred other questions crowded upon me,
till thought failed, and' P lay back con
fused, indifferent—
“Here we are, sir,” said the driver,
jumping down from his seat and jerk
ing open the door.
T paid him, and went stumblingly up
the steps, r have no doubt he was
grinning behind me. As E fumbled with
my key, someone opened the door from
the inside.
"Why, Miistalr Hester!” exclaimed
Martigny’s voice. “What is it? You
have no illness, I hope!”
"No.” X murmurred. “I’m just dead
tired,” and I started blindly for the
stair.
“Let me assist you,” and he took my
arm and helped me up; then went on
ahead, opened my door, and lighted
the gas.
“Thanks,” P said, as I dropped into a
chair.
He sat quietly down opposite me, and,
weary as I was, E was conscious of his
keen eyes upon me.
"We heard' from Miss Holladay this
morning,” E remarked', unconsciously
answering their question:
He did not reply for a moment, but
T closed my eyes again, and I was too
tired to open them and look at him.
“Ah.” he said, in a- voice a little
hoarse; “and she is well?”
"No; she's disappeared!”'
"You- mean-—”
"E mean she's run away," I said,
waking up a- little.
"And she- has informed you—”
"Oh, no; we’ve just found it out.
She’s been gone ten days.”
"And you are going to- search for
her?" he questioned carelessly, after
another pa-uae.
"Yes—I'lT begin in- the morning."
Again there was a- moment's silence.
"Ah!" hs- said', with- a- curious inten
sity. "Ah.”
Then he arose and left me to tumble
ilicontinenitly into bed.
Continued Next Week.
A 55,000 Farm House.
From. the. MarstlaJ-ltuewn Reflector.
It was announced a few days ago that
a farmer named Pierce expects to build!
a $5,000 residence tire corning season,
on his farm several miles west of
Union. Mr. Pierce, we understand, has ■
arrived at the age when many people?
call him an old man. His children
are grown up and probably most of
them have long since left home and
are situated widely apart, as families
usually get to be as the years and
decades go by. Whether the "head of
the family” Is acting the part of wis
dom and good Judgment in buiMing so,
expensive a home at this time in life,
is a question.
If any class of people in the country
is entitled to good, commodious, con
venient and comfortable homes, It is
the farmers. Hut many of our wealth
iest rural residents are today living
in homes, and new ones, too, that cost
from $1,500 to $3,000. One that cost
more than the latter figure is very rave.
And these people are contented and
happy. Their homes meet all require
ments and they are putting their sur
plus accumulations in the bank or in
vesting them in more land, live stock,
etc. When the time comes to divide
up their estates among their children,
without whose help they never would
have been so valuable, the farms can
be disposed of at their actual worth,
because foresight and prudence have
been exorcised in making improvements
and the best interests of the commun
ity are thereby conserved.
Coy, but Now Too Coy.
II. C. Frick described at a directors'
meeting the amalgamation of two rail
roads.
"At first," be said, "the X. Y. Z. people
were coy. Yet they were not too coy.
They were like Pat and Biddy.
" 'Biddy.' says Pat, timidly, ‘did ye lver
think o' mart-yin'T
" Sure, now,’ says Biddy, looking de
murely at her shoe, 'sure, now, the sub
ject has n:\er entered me mind at all, at
all.'
“ 'It's sorry Oi am,' says Pat, and he
turned away.
" 'Wan minute. Pat.' said Biddy softly.
•Ye've set me thinkinV "
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were marching through the south, they
saw an old lady hanging clothes on the
line. When a soldier, who neded a pair
of socks, took a pair from the line, she
said:
“You will have to pay for them."
The soldier asked her when. She said:
“On judgment day.“
The soldier replied:
“Oh, if you are going to trust me that
long I will take another pair.”
And he did.
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