H® Fir«d m Pistol. When Prince Bismarck first wert as th® ^representative of Prussia to the federal tffet at Frankfort, Prussia was of very •email account compared with Austria, and Bismarck found that he was treated with Indifference at his hotel. He was given 4a room which had not even a bell, and when he complained he was told that what was good enough for other travelers was good enough for the Prussian dele grate. Bismarck said no more, but early the next morning the hotel waa startled t>y a tremendous explosion. The landlord came rushing Into Bismarck's room to know what was the matter, and waa told that, as there was no bell, the Prussian delegate had arranged with his valet to Are a pistol whenever ho required his •ervlees. Bismarck got his bell without de Uy. How It Was. Men xvho never work, but prefer to live upon their wlve's means, aro gen erally reluctant to confess that they Are "gentlemen of no occupation," and Adopt many Ingenious methods of con cealing the fact. An Important witness In a law suit was questioned os to Ills mode of living, and evasively answered: -1 and my wife collaborate." •"Oh, you are novelists, I presume?" i "Not exactly.” "Then you produce books of some kind?" "Occasionally, yes." Rich and Poor. TTpton Sinclair, tlio brilliant author of •The Jungle," aaid In a St. Patrick's day address last year: "I love Ireland. She In downtrodden and oppressed, and Iho downtrodden and op pressed are dear to me. Ireland typifies the poor, her oppressors typify the rich, and the way e rich abuse the poor typified In the story of the count and hla SaJct. 'The valet committed some trifling of fense -forgot to perfume the count's handkerchief, perhaps—and the angry nobleman shouted: ** ‘Eugenio, come here and help me on With my shoes. I want to kick you.” For constipation, biliousness, liver dis turbances and disenses resulting from im pure blood, take Nature's remedy, Gar held Tea. It is made wholly of health glrlng Herbs. ATCHISON GLOBE SIGHTS. How dirty your neighbor's alloy looks! If anyone ever has a good time at 41 party, it Is u woman. Conversation is like medicine: More ipopul&r when sugar coaled. What good care dog owners take of 'tbelr dogs after there hus been u poisoning. How long will gossip live? We heard da "story" yesterday on u woman, and It was forty-nine years old. In a country where liberty abounds 41 really useful and worthy man Is of ten abused, and a worthless and vlcl ■eus man often praised. An Atchison man lately joined the Kpiscopal church. “I don't know one from the other," he said, "but I in tend to be high church." We can always tell this about a -woman's new hat before she has .picked it out: It will be Just the re verse of the style her husband would •like her to get. When father gets cross, the chll ■ dren, Instead of sympathizing with 'him, are more than ever convinced "that mother must have been crazy -when she married. When a country woman leaves her 'husband, there Is great excitement. And as a rule, n look into the hus band's record will show that thera .bas been something doing. A New York World authority says •that to use borrowed palms at a re ception Is as bud as to wear a bor rowed hat. It seems to us this la •carrying "propriety" too far. We suppose that when a dog gets -home from down town and his owner •takes his muzzle off, he must feel as comfortable as a woman feels when whe gets her corset off at night. Thej- tell of an Atchison milliner so •clever in convincing her elderly pat cons they are young enough to wear wills' styles that recently a woman of '70 walked out of her establishment ■wearing, perched on her white hair, a baby’s bonnet. APPENDICITIS. Wot at All Neceasury to Operate In Many Caaea. Automobiles and Appendicitis scar* •ome people before they are hit Appendicitis is often caused by too much starch In the bowels. Starch la Bard to digest and clogs up the digest ive machinery—also tends to form cakes in the cecum. (That’s the blind pouch at entrance to the appendix.) A N. H. girl had appendicitis, but lived on milk for a while-—then Grape Nuts and got well without au opera tion. She says: "Five years ago while at; echool I suffered terribly with constipa tion and iudigestloa.” (Too much starch white bread, potatoes, eta,' which she did not digest.) “Soon after I left school I had an attack of appendicitis and for thirteen: creeks lived on milk aud water. When l recovered enough to eat solid food1' there was nothing that would agree with uie, until a friend recommended •Crape-Nuts. “When I began to eat Grape-Nuts ii weighed 98 lbs., but I soon grew to 115* lbs. The distress after eating left me entirely and now I am like a new per-] •Oil.” |[A little Grape-Nuts dissolved In hot] water or milk would have been much better for this case than milk alone, for; the starchy part of the wheat and bar-! ley is changed Into a form of digest-, tble sugar In making Grape-Nuts.): Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Read the little book. “The Boad to Wellvllle,” In pkgs. “There’s * Reason." \*m*nmi**m hhpimm ^mn**** | The Holladay Case] BY BURTON E. STEVENSON. § ■■Copyright, 1W3. by Henry Holt & Co. tiBJBcaacarauMJWt aagg ££ I hurried hack to I he office to makf my final report to Mr. Graham, and t< get the abstract which Rogers hac promised to have ready, and which wa; awaiting me on my desk. Our worthj senior was genuinely pleased when h> learned that his junior was going with me, though our absence would mean a vast deal of extra work for himself The canvass of the city stables had been completed without result, but I suspected now that Martlgny himself had hired tiie carriage, and had, per haps, even acted as driver—such an easy and obvious way to baffle our I pursuit would hardly have escaped him. I finished up some odds and ends of work which I had left undone, and finally bade Mr. Graham good by, and started for my rooms. My packing was soon finished, and l sat down for a final smoke and review of the situation. There was one development of the day before which quite baffled me. I had proved that there were, Indeed, two women, and I believed them to he mother and daughter but I could not In the least understand why the young er one had so completely broken down after the departure of the elder with Miss Holladay. I looked at this point from every side, but could find no rea sonable explanation of it. It might be, Indeed, that the young, r one was be ginning already to repent her share in the conspiracy-—there could be no ques tion that It was she who had struck down Holladay in his office that she had even refused to go farther in the plot, and that her companions had found it necessary to restrain her; but tills seemed to me too exceedingly im probable to believe. And, as 1 west over the ground again, I found myself beginning more and more to doubt the truth of Godfrey's theory, though I could formulate none to take its place; I became lost In a maze of conjecture, and at last I gave it up and went to • adorable smile that wrinkled up the , corners of her eyes, and gave me a I glimpse of little white teeth. 5 “I think we’d better ait down,” she said. ‘Your knees seem to be still “ somewhat shaky. Mother and Mr. i Itoyce have deserted us.” So we sought a seat near the stern, where we could watch the city sink gradually away in the distance, as the great boat glided smoothly out into the bay, her engines starting on the rhythm which was to continue cease lessly until the voyage is ended. I con fess frankly I was worried. I had not thought for a moment that Martigny would have the temerity to board the same boat with us—yet it was not so wonderful after all, since he could not guess that J suspected him, that I knew him and Bethune to be the same person. That was my great advantage. In ■ui,y event, we were in no danger from him; he was probably following us only that he might warn his confeder ates, should we seem likely to discover them. Certainly they were in no pres ent danger of discovery, and perhaps might never be. But his following us, his disregard of the grave danger to himself, gave me a new measure of his savage determination to baffle us; I found myself more and more beginning to fear him. My fancy cast about him •a sinister cloud, from the depths of which he peered out at us, grim, livid, threatening. Should I inform Mr. Royce of this new development, I asked myself; then I remembered the doctor’s words. He must have rest and quiet during the coming week; he must be free from worry. “T f 4 V. r. 4 T'.~._4- . _ Lester?” inquired a low, provoking voice at my side, and I awoke to the fact that I had again been guilty of forgetting my companion. "Miss Kendall,"I began desperately, let me confess that I’m in an exceed- I ingly vexatious situation. The fact that I can’t ask advice makes it worse.” "You can’t ask even Mr. Royce?” she queried, with raised brows. "He least of all. You see he's just recovering from a severe nervous breakdown—he must have quiet—that’s one reason he’s taking this voyage." "I see,” she nodded. I glanced at her again—at the open, candid eyes, tlie forceful mouth and chin—and 1 took a sudden resolution. “Miss Kemball,” I said, “I am go ing to ask your help—that is, if I may.” “Of course you may.” "Well, then, that man who came on board last is the Inveterate enemy of both Mr. Royce and myself. We’re trying to unearth a particularly atrocious piece of villany in which lie’s concerned. I have reason to believe him capable of anything, and a very fiend of cleverness. I don’t know what he may plot against us, but I’m certain he'll plot something. Mr. Royce doesn't even know him by sight, and shouldn't be worried; but unless he's forewarned, he may walk right into danger. I want you to help me keep an eye on him— to help me keep him out of danger. If uv look after him close enough, I shan’t need to warn him. Will you help me?" Her eyes were dancing as she iookd up at me. “Why, certainly!” she cried. “So' we're to have a mystery—just we tv\ o.!" "Just we two!” I assented with a quickened pulse. She looked at me doubtfully for a moment. "I must remember Mr. Graham's warning." she said. "You have invented this astonishing story just to entertain me. Mr. Lester?" “On my word, no,” I responded, a little bitterly. "I only wish I had!" "There," she said contritely; “I shouldn't have doubted! Forgive me, Mr. Lester. Only it seemed so fantas tic—so improbable—” “It is fantastic,” I assented, “but, un fortunately, it is true. We must keep an eye on Monsieur Martlgny or Be thune.” “Whirl! ihis ronl nnrr»g»0*» pea. I called for Mr. Royce, as we agreed, and together we drove down to Morton street. He, too, had limited his baggage to a single small trunk. We secured a deck hand to take them Into our state room, and, after seeing them disposed of went out on the deck to watch the last preparations for departure. The pier was in that state of hurly burly that may be witnessed only at the sail ing of a transatlantic liner. The last of the freight was being got aboard with frantic haste; the boat and pier were crowded with people who had come to bid their friends good bye; two tugs were puffing noisily alongside, ready to pull us out Into tint stream. My companion appeared f an hour, thanks to his treat ment. I felt almost well again, and could devour with some appetite the lunch which Mr. Royee ordered for me. After a while the doctor came down the line, and looked at each of us, stop ping for a moment’s chat. The more serious cases were below, and all that any of us needed was a Hltle encour agement. "Won't you sit down a minute, doc tor?” I asked, when he came to me, and motioned to Mr. Royee’s chair. “Why, you're not sick.” he protested, laughing, but he dropped into the va cant place. “It wasn't about myself I wanted to talk." I said. “How about your other CHAPTER XIV'. I PROV'E A BAD SENTINEL. I watched him with a kind of fasci nation until he disappeared through the door of the cabin. I could guess what it had cost him to drag himself from Ills bed. what agony of apprehension must have been upon him to make him take the risk. The Jourdans puzzled at my not returning, unable to keep silence, suspecting, perhaps, some plot against themselves, had doubtless gone to the hospital and told him of my ap pearance—there had been no way for me to guard against that. He had easily guessed at the rest. He had only to consult the passenger list to assure himself that Mr. Royce and I were aboard. And he was following us hoping—what? What could a man in his position hope to accomplish-' What need was there for us to fear him? And yet there was something about him—something in the atmosphere of the man—that almost terrified me. I came back to earth to find that Royce and Mrs. Kemball had drifted away together, and that my companion was regarding me from under half closed lids with a little smile of amuse ment. "So you're awake again. Mr. Lester?" she asked. "Do you often suffer attacks of that sort?” "Pardon me,” I stammered. "The fact is I—I-” "You looked quite dismayed,” she continued, relentlessly. "You seemed positively horror-stricken. I saw noth ing formidable about him.” "No; you don't kno#c him!” I re torted. and stopped lest I should say too much. She was smiling broadly, now; an patient—the one who came aboard last?” His face sobered in an instant. "Martlgny is his name,” he said, “and he's in very bad shape. He must have been desperately anxious to get back to France. Why, he might have dropped over dead there on the gang plank." "It's a disease of the heart?" "Ves—far advanced. He can't get well, of course, hut tie may live on in definitely, if he's careful.” "lie's still confined to his bed?” "Oh, yes—he won’t leave it during the voyag*;, if he takes my advice. He's got to give his heart just as little work as possible, or I'll throw up the Job al together. lie lias mighty little mar gin to go on.” I turned the talk to other things, and in a lew moments he went on along liis rounds. Hut 1 was not. long alone, for I saw Miss Kemball coming toward me, looking a very Diana, wind-blown, and rosy-cheeked. "So mal-de-mer has laid its hand on you, too, Mr. Lester!" she cried. "Duly a finger," I said. "Hut a finger Is enough. Won’t you take pity on a poor landsman and talk to him?” "Hut that's reversing our positions!" she protested, sitting down, neverthe less, to my great satisfaction. "It was you who were to be the entertainer! is our Mephisto -abroad, yet?” she asked in a lower tone. “I, too, am feel ing his fascination—I long for another glimpse of him.” "Mephisto is still wrestling with his heart, which, it seeins, is scarcely able to furnish the blood necessary to keep him going. The doctor tells me that lie will probably spend the voyage a bed.” "So there'll be nothing for us to do, after all! Do you know Mr. Lester, that I was longing to become a female Lecoq." "Perhaps you will still have the chance," f said gloomily. “I doubt very much whether Mephisto will con sent to remain inactive. He doesn't look to be that sort." She clapped her hands and nodded a laughing recognition to one of the passing promenaders. "You are going to Paris, aren’t you, Miss Kemball?" I asked. "To Paris—yes. You too? You must be, since you are going to France.” "We go first to Etretut,” I said, and stopped, as she leaned, laughing back in her chair. “Why what’s wrong with that?” I demanded in some astonish ment. •Wrong? Oh, nothing. Etretat's a a most delightful place—only it re called to me an amusing memory of how my mother was one day scanda lized there by some actresses who were bathing. It s the prettiest little fish ing vilage, with the finest cliffs I ever saw. Only, its hardly the season for Etretat—the actresses have not arrived. You’ll find it dull." "We’ll not stay there long,” I said. "But tell me about it. I should like to know.” "Etretat,” said my companion, “is rather a Bohemian resort. Alphonse Karr discovered it somewhere back in the dark ages, and advertised it—the Etretatians were immensely grateful and named the main street of the town after him—and since then a lot of artists and theatrical people have built villas there. It has a little beach of gravel where people bathe all day long. When one's tired of bathing, there’s the cliffs and the downs, and in the evening there's the casino. You know French, Mr. Eester?" “Why," I explained, “I was supposed to study it at college. I still remem ber my 'J'ai, tu a, 11 a'.” "You’ll remember more when you get to Etretat,” she laughed. "You’ll have to, or starve." “Oh, I also know the phrase made' immoytal by Mark Twain.” ’Avez vous du vin?’—yes.” "And I think I also have a hazy rec ollection of the French equivalents for bread and butter and cheese and meat. We shan't starve, besides I think Mr. Royce can help. He's been to France.” "Of course—and here he comes to claim his chair." "I won’t permit him to claim it if you will use it a little longer,” I pro tested. "Oh, but I mU3t be going," and she arose, laughing. "Have I been a satis factory entertainer?” "More than satisfactory; I’ll accept no other." "But you won't need any at all, af ter this morning—I don't really believe you’re ill now.” She nodded to Royce, and moved' away, without waiting for my an swer, which somehow halted on my lips; and so I was left to the rosiest, the most improbable of day dreams. Saturday, Sunday and Monday passed, with only such incidents to en liven them as are common to all voy ages. But I saw that quiet, and sea air were doing their work well with my companion, and that he was stead ily regaining his normal health. So I felt more and more at liberty to de vote myself to Miss. Kemball—in such moments as she would permit me—and I found her fascination increasing in a ratio quite geometrical. Martigny was still abed, am', so the ship’s doc tor told me, was improving very slowly. Continued Next Week. TAKE BROTHER’S ADVICE. If girls would just follow out the precepts of their brothers they would never need fear doing anything for which they might be criticised, but generally it is so much more interest ing to follow the advice of somebody else's brother. Other people's brothers, however, are not apt to give such sound advice. A man will often invite a girl to go some place where he would not allow his own sisters to be seen, and will urge her to do the very thing that lie par ticularly warns his sister against. No matter what a brother’s ov n principals may be he has an entirely different standard for his sister. Ske is supposed to be a model of perfection even though he is far from one, a.«d while she may not be able to depef d upon him in any other respect she cab have perfect coniidence in his advk e as far as she is concerntd. The girl who has a brother is moi 1 than fortunate on this ac-ount as wet . as for the numerous other advantage!1 they offer. She need never have td ask advice of those who cb not know. Even brothers do not have to be asked. They dole out opinions and lay down laws many times when they are not wanted. So particular are they that they make themselves a little tire some at times, sisters who under estimate them generally are apt to think. But brothers know. They have op portunities .to hear what men say about the girls of their acquaintance and often the opinions they express in no way correspond with what they tell the girls when they are around. Men’s standards for the women for whom they care are all about alike and they are pretty high, and women who appre ciate this and listen to the words of their brothers are much more apt to be popular with the brothers of other girls. _ You are not likely to lead men to faith in God by preaching crooked facts about men. Success is getting up after one h\e fallen. $8,000 IS PAID FOR BLOODED DAIRY COW D. W. Field, of Brockton, Mass. Pays This for Pontiac Rag Apple. CALVES SELL FOR $4,000 With the Bluest of Bovine Blood i» Her Veins, She Also Has the Rec ord of 309 Quarts of Milk Per Week. From the New l'ork Herald. Eight thousand dollars, recently paid by Daniel W. Field, Brock ton shoe manufacturer and farmer, foi a meek eyed, pale faced hut industrious cow, makes this acquisition to Mr. Field'? herd of full blooded stock the highest priced bovine In the United States. And Pontlae Rag Apple, this euphoni ously dubbed Holatein-Friesian, although she has been In the hands of her present owner only a month, has already returned $4,000, or one-half of the price paid for her, a sum agreed for her next calf, which has already been sold to a New York breeder of fancy stock. In addition to having Immediately halved her cost this wonderful anlma.’ holds the second highest record for the amount of milk and butter produced by any one cow in the world. It is expected by her ’ present owner that she will reach the champion produc ing mark during the next year. She is at present less than 5 years old. Breeders all over the world look to Pontiac Rag Apple as the coming champ ion of dairy cows. With the bluest of the bovine blood In her veins and with a record of production that has jumped in three years from 190 to 279 to 309 quarts of milk per week, Mr, Field Is confident that this cow will soon easily carry away the world’s honors. One of Rag Apple's records Is forty four quarts of milk per day for 100 days at a stretch. Another is the production of 31.G2 pounds of butter per week, less than three pounds below the championship mark of 34.31 pounds. i—i_n „ .j; As to her pedigree. Rag Apple stands ace high in the stock breeding world, her sire being Pontiac Klondyke, the son of Belle Klondyke, one of the most noted Holsteins in the country, and her dam being P. Clotilde De Kohl, the daughter of Hengerwold De Kohl, who /was the brother of the greatest sire of the Hoi stein-Friesian breed that ever lived. At 5 cents per quart for milk Rag Ap ple is today netting her owner an Income of $2.20, or. if her milk is turned into but ter, the yield is about three and three quarters pounds per day. In case of future sons or daughters, each of the former will bring from $4,000 to £5,000, while the latter, owing to the royal breed of the mother, can easily be dis posed of at or before birth for from $1,000 to $2,000. Rag Apple is as mild as a summer after noon. She is hornless and clear white, with the exception of a few scattering dark spots on her neck and> flanks. Since her arrival at Mr. Field’s farm in prockton she has been convalescing from }ier long trip in a box car from Heuvelton, N. Y., where she was purchased. Provided with a sumptuous box stall of sufficient size for a track breeder and blanketed and straw-bedded to suit the most fastidious bovine taste, Rag Apple will be given every opportunity known to Holstein breeders to verify Mr. Field’s ex pectations. The Abused Servants. From the New York Mall. This Country let go of three big things In the genesation preceding the civil war. It is Just beginning to take them up again. One of these was the common road. A second was the canal—both of them ar rested in their development or allowed to fall into partial disuse because of the ad vent of the steam railroad. The third was alcohol,,as a means of light, fuel and power. It has been taxed almost to death from the civil war on, and well nigh super seded by kerosene. All three of these servants of the Amer ican people have had to fight to be read mitted to the national household. The common road and the canal have suffered from the hostility of the railroads. “Free alcohol” has been opposed by the oil re fining monopoly. Take a look at the trio. You can haul a ton of freight a mile by canal for a quarter of a cent; it takes thrce-quapters of a cent by rail. Through neglecting their canals the American peo ple have been paying thrice as much as they needed for transporting some classes of bulky freight. You can haul a ton of freight a mile for 10 cents over an improved country road; It costs 25 cents over an unimproved country road. A writer in the February Apple ton’s calculates that America’s annual loss due to b£^d roads is from $600,000,000 to $800,000,000, and that the “labor system” of caring for the roads has caused a waste of $10,000,000,000 during the last cen tury. A gallon of alcohol gives twice as much light .as a gallon of kerosene and about 20 per cent, more power. It can be manu factured for about 11 cents, yet the gov ernment has taxed it for twenty times its cost. Alcohol can be produced from corn, potatoes, beets, weeds, almost any kind of vegetable waste. It can be generally used for lighting* houses, driving autos, doing the work of the farm—and it can be manufactured with ridiculous ease. • 'these three servants—common roads, canals and alcohol—Uncle Sam has badly treated. He is calling them again to his Bide. The gocd roads movement is becom ing general. New York will spend $50, I RHEUMATISM ! V «:« *,♦ and A I NEURALGIA $ t v t * v # I . I I I ? I I _ ♦> ST. I i JACOBS | t OIL 1 *!l The Proved Remedy v for Over 50 Years. g Price 2Sc and 30c A W<«!»XW«W*H« >XK~C-x4 jj M