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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."
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| 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 <iulte strong
and seemed to enjoy the hub-bub as
much as I did. He flushed with pleas
ure as he caught sight of our senior
pushing his way toward us.
“Why. this Is kind of you, sir!" he
cried, grusplng his hand. "1 know
what the work of the office must btv
with both of us deserting you this
way.”
"Tut, tut!" and Mr. Graham smiled
at us. "You deserve a vacation, don't
you? I couldn't let you go without
telling you good bye. Besides,” he
added, "I learned Just this morning
that two very dear friends of mine
•re taking this boat—Mrs Kemball
and her daughter—the widow of Jim
Kemball, you know.”
Mr. Royce nodded. I, too, recalled
the name—Jim Kemball had been one
of the best men at the New York bat
twenty years before and must have in
evitably have made a great name for
himself, but for his untimely death. I
had heard a hundred stories of him.
“Well, I want you to meet them,”
continued Mr. Graham looking about in
•11 directions. "Ah, there they are!”
•nd he dragged his partner away to
ward the bow of the boat. I saw
him bowing before a gray haired little
lady, and a younger and taller one
whose back was toward me. They
laughed together for a moment, then
She last boll rang, and the ship's offi
cers began to clear the boat. I turned
back to the pier, but was brought
around an Instant later by Mr. Gra
ham’s voice.
“My dear Lester," he cried, "I
thought we’d lost you. I want to in
troduce you to Mrs. Kemball and her
daughter, who are to be your fellow
voyagers. Mr. Lester’s a very ingen
ious young man," he added. "Make
him amuse you!" and he hastened
away to catch the gang plank before
It should be pulled in.
I bowed to Mrs. Kendall, thinking to
myself that I bad never seen a sweeter,
pleasanter face. Then 1 found myself
looking Into a pair of blue eves "that
fairly took my breath away.
“We’ll not neglect Mr. Graham’s ad
vice." said a merry voice. "Bo pre
pare for your fnte, Mr. Lester!"
There was a hoarse shouting at the
gang plnnk behind me and the eyes
looked past me, over my shoulder.
"Bee," she said; "there’s one poor
feliow who has just made it."
I turned and looked toward the gang
plank. One end had been oast loose,
but two deck hands were assisting an
other man to mount it. He seemed
weak and helpless, and thev supported
him on either side. An involuntary
cry rose to my Ups as I looked at him,
but I choked it back. For it was Mar
tlgny, risen from his bed to follow us'
“Those are the only ones I know, but
I doubt if either is the true one,"
Royee and Mrs. Kemball joined us a
moment later, and we sat watching
the low, distant Long Island shore until
the gong summoned us to lunch. A
word to ttie steward had secured us one
of the small tables in an alcove at the
side—Mrs. Kemball and her daughter
surrendered the grandeurs of the cap
tain's tables willingly, even gladly, to
minister to us—and the meal was a
merry one, Mr. Royee seeming in such
spirits that I was more than ever de
termined not to disturb him with the
knowledge of Martigny’s presence.
As the moments passed, my fears
seemed more and more uncalled for. It
was quite possible, 1 told myself, that
I had been making a bogy of my own
imaginings. The Frenchman did not
appear in the saloon, and, afterwards,
an inquiry of the ship's doctor devel
oped the fact that he was seriously ill,
and quite unable to leave his state
room.
So afternoon and evening passed.
There were others on board who
claimed their share of the charming
Mrs. Kemball and her daughter. Mr.
Royee knew a few of them, too, and in
troduced me to them, hut I found their
talk somehow flat and savorless. I
fancied that my companion looked
slightly wearied, too, and at last we
stole away to our deck chairs, where
we sat for an hour or more looking out
across the dancing waves, listening to
the splash of the boat as she rose and
fell over them. He was thinking, no
doubt, of a certain dark beauty, whose
caprices there was no explaining. As
for ine—well, I had suddenly devel
oped a sturdy preference for blue eyes.
I may us well confess at once that I
wits seasick. It came next morning,
ten minutes after I left my berth—not
a violent sickness, but a faintness and
giddiness that made me long for my
berth again. Rut Mr. Royee would not
hear of it. He got me out on deck
and into my chair, with the fresh
breeze blowing full in my face. There
was a long line of chairs drawn up
there, and from the faces of most of
their occupants, I judged they were
far more miserable than I. At the
end i>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.
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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,<J00,
000 to promote it. Interest in canals is re
viving. New \rork is spending $101,000,000
on the barge canal project. Less than a
year a£o the nation struck the shackles
of taxation f»om alcohol.
We stand to gain much from our high
ways and canals and from free denatured
alcohol. Best of all, no monopoly can
seize upon any of them.
A Wounded Shakespeare.
T. A. Daly, whose charming book of
verse “Canzoni,’' has set him in the front
rank of American poets, was congratu
lated the other uay on hie book’s remark
able success.
••Well,” said Mr. Daly, smiling, “I hope
that this success won’t make me as con
ceited as most young poets are.
“There is, for instance, a young poet at
the Franklin inn. and the day after I had
visited the Franklin inn a friend of this
young man's said to me:
“ 'I’m afraid you hurt Rimes’ feelings
last night, Tom.’
“ ‘What did I say?’ I askefc.
“You said there was only one Shakes
peare.’ ”
Keep the older cows in the herd, at
work. Cows should be at their best
when between six and seven years old. !
If they have been properly fed. they ;
can consume the largest amount of .
milk yielding foods at this age, and I
their milk is richer than at any other j
time.
WEIGHT AND HEALTH
THIN, NERVOUS PEOPLE NEEO
THE TONIC TREATMENT.
This Woman Took Dr. Williams’ Pint
Pills, Gslnsd Thirty Pounds and
Has Been Well Ever Since.
How many women—and men too—
are suffering from a general decline in
health which the ordinary remedies
seem unable to check 1 How many hus
bands see their wives wastiug away,
steadily losing health and beauty, and
are powerless to Help! Consumption
and other germ diseases find in these
debilitated systems easy prey, for the
lowered vitality is unequal to the task of
[ fighting off the infection of these diseases
to which most of us are almost daily ex
posed.
The symptoms indicating the decline
which may have results so fatal could
scarcely be better described than in the
statement of Mrs. William Manley, of
92 Court street, Utica, N. Y. Her case
is a typical one. She says:
“For six months after the birth of my
baby, I suffered from sick, dizzy head
aches, which seemed like a rush of
blood to my forehead, just back of my
eyes. Some days they twitched so I
could hardly see and black spots floated
before them. The least exertion brought
on this sickness. My appetite was poor
and I was often sick to my stomach.
“If I tried to work my feet soon be
came swollen, paining me terribly. I
had sinking spells and grew pale and
nervous. I was so thin that I weighed
only 96 pounds.
“One day when at the drag store to
get headache powders I decided to try
Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills instead. I
soon noticed that my headache was dis
appearing and my nerves gradually
grew stronger. The pills gave me a
hearty appetite and I now weigh over
180 pounds. I believe the pills to be the
best tonic and builder a woman can take,
as they certainly helped me when my
condition was critical and I have never
been seriously ill since.”
The great value of Dr. Williams: Pink
Pills lies in the fact that they actually
make new blood aud this carries»hoalth
and strength to every portion of the
body. The stomach is toned up, the
nerves are strengthened, every organ is
stimulated to do its work.
If yon are ill and the treatment yon
are taking does not cure you, write for
proof of what Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills
have done in similar cases.
Your druggist sells them or they will
be sent by mail, postpaid, on receipt of
price, 60 cents per box, six boxes for
92.50, by the Dr. Williams Medicine Co.,
Schenectady, N. Y.
The Daylight Moon.
Miss Corliss Babson, the champion wom
an high jumper, is very fond of children,
and at a tea at Vassar the other day she
repeated a quaint child saying:
“I was walking In Gloucester one morn
ing with a little girl,” she began, “and
looking over my shoulder, I saw the moon
—large and round and pale, as it is often
seen—in the bright blue sky.
” ‘Oh, look at the moon,’ said I. ‘The
moon in the morning.’
‘‘The little girl looked at It and \
frowned.
” ‘Yes, that’s the moon,' she said.
44 ’Tain’t lighted, though.’ ”
No More Worry.
From the Philadelphia Press.
“It used to worry me when the barber
informed me that may hair was getting a
little thin on top.”
“But you got used to it, eh?”
“No. Now it worries me because hd
doesn’t mention it. I must be getting old.’*
Splendid April Tonic.
This is known ns “Blood-Cleaning A
Time,” especially among the older S
folks, who always take something dur
ing this month to clean the blood of
Impurities and build it up.
The following is the recipe as given
by a weM-known authority, and any
one can prepare it at home:
Fluid Extract Dandelion one-half
ounce. Compound Kargou one ounce,
Compound Syrup SarBaparlUa three
ounces.
Get these simple ingredients from
any good pharmacy and mix by shak
ing well In a bottle. The dose is one
teaspoonful after meals and at bed
time.
Everybody should take something to
help the blood, which becomes impov
erished and almost sour after the win
ter season, especially those who are
subject to Rheumatism, Catarrh, Kid
ney and Bladder trouble.
It is said that oue week’s use of this
mixture will clear the skin of sores,
pimples or bolls.
This is sound, healthy advice, which
will be appreciated by many readers.
Desperate.
“Did you hear about Percy DeVere?"
asked the first chappie In an awed whis
per.
"Why, no,” replied the second chappie
In surprise. “What’s the deah boy been
doing now?"
“Had a terrible ‘bwaln storm’ yester
day.”
"Horrors! He didn't do anything rash,
did he?"
"Indeed, he did! He talked back fright- -Aim
fully to his cab driver, made faces at a
chorus girl and slapped his valet three
■times on the wrist weal hard."
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