Mutual.
Perhaps you would like to know what
•these two eminent and distant person
als think of each other, says a writer in
ihe American Magazine. At Mr. Roose
velt’s request Mr. Hill was taken by a
■friend of both gentlemen to Washington
“jo discuss the Northern Securities case.
i£acti presented his view to the other—at
eibout the same time, I suppose. At the
conclusion of the Interview or fracas the
railway president pulled his hat down
over his ears and thundered over to his
hotel. The friend remained to collect souv
enirs of the disaster. When he got back
Co the hotel he asked Mr. Hill: “What do
you think of the president;” I think he
fs crazy,” said Mr. Hill. “Well,” said the
friend, "that's funny, for that Is exactly
what the president said about you.”
Pour year old Frances had heard her
older brothers talking about George
Washington and the cherry tree. One
-day she asked her mother if she wanted to
hear a story, and then Haid:
"Georgle’s father gave him a new
hatchet. One day his father found a cher
ry tree chopped down.
"He said: Who did this, Georgia?’
“Georgia said: 'I did, papa.’
“His papa said: ’Georgia, you're & liar.
■flTou didn’t.’ "
When "Old Hutch" Lost.
From the Chicago Recik'd-Heralfl.
~B. P. liutchlnsoft used to say no
feirglar ever could get Into his house
without waking him,” said a Central
■ststlon detective the other day; "but!
tt remained for Chief Simon O'Donnell,
A» put one over on the famous trader.
"You know, Mr. Hutchinson was fa
mous In Chicago's commercial life years
•go and was known popularly as ‘Old
Butch.’ He prided himself on the fact
that burglars had never gotten Into
his house, nnd often boasted of the
fhet to his Intimates. One day, while
be was at lunch with Chief O’Donnell
sum) a number of other friends, the
company fell to discussing a crime that
tuul been committed the night before.
“ ‘I'd like to see anybody get Into my
bonone,’ Mr. Hutchinson said, 'Why, I
hear every tick of the clock all night.’
“ YU bet you dinner for this crowd,’
•aid the chief, 'that I can produce a
ixnan who will enter your house and
You will not know of his visit till
morning.'
"Mr. Hutchinson accepted the wager,
•nd It was agreed that he was to let1
•lie chief have a latch key so that the
fenrgtar could get In without being dis
turbed by some patrolman. Mr. Hutch-,
tnson also agreed to leave some article
of value In the parlor where It could
lbs found readily. The chief said the
robbery would be committed within the
; following week.
Three days later Mr. Hutchinson
i Kwoks In the morning and discovered
that both sheets of his bed. which had
' been In place when he retired, were
gone. Bo was the antique gold clock
he had left on a mantel. He hurriedly
dressed and hastened after breakfast
to the chiefs office. O’Donnell saw him
coming, and, as he entered the office,
greeted him with:
" ‘Mr. Hutchinson I have two sheets
and a clock that belong to you. We
will have the dinner today.’
’’The burglary was done by a former;
criminal who at the time had reformed
and was In a respectable line of busi
ness. He did the Job at the request of
the chief. How did he get the under
• sheet? He rolled Mr. Hutchinson over,
rolled the sheet after him and then
v soiled him back.”
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| The Holladay Case j
^ BY BURTON E, STEVENSON. |
g Copyright, 1903, by Henry Holt & Co S '
It was Tuesday evening that Mrs.
Kemball and her daughter Joined us on
the promenade, and weary, at last, of
Htrauss waltzes, Sousa marches, we
sauntered uway towards the bow of the
boat, where the noise from the orches
tra could reach us only in far away
snatches. We found a seat In the
shadow of the wheelhouse and sat for
a long time talking of many things,
watching the moonlight across the wa
ter. At last we arose to return, and
Royce and Mrs. Kemball started on
ahead, after a habit they had fallen In
to, which, now I think of It, I am sure
was our junior's doing.
"Two more days and wo will be at
Havre,” I said. "I'll be very sorry.
Miss Kemball.”
"Sorry? I’d never have suspected
you of such a fondness for the
ocea n!"
”Oh, It's not the ocean!” I protested,
and—what with the moonlight and the
soft night and the opportunity—"the
time and the place and the loved ono
altogether"—would have uttered I
know not what folly, had she not
sprung suddenly forward with a sharp
cry of alarm.
"Mr. Royce!” she cried. "Mother!”
They stopped and turned toward her,
Just sis a heavy spar crashed to the
deck before them.
CHAPTER XV.
TWO HEADS ARE BETTER THAN
ONE.
I understood In a flash, what had hap
pened, and sprang up the stair to the
upper deck, determined to have it out
with our enemy, once for all. I
searched it over thoroughly, looking
in and under the boats and behind fun
nels, and ventilators, but could dis
cover no sign of anyone. When I got
back to the promenade a little crowd had
gathered, attracted by the noise of the
falling spar, which a dozen members
wi i. »* n vi c uuoj uuioiiug kfcxt_.iv
Into place.
"I do not seo now those lashings
could have worked loose," said the of
ficer in charge. "We lashed that extra
spar there Just before we sailed, and I
know It was well fastened."
I took a look at the lashings. They
had not been cut, us I expected to find
them, but had been untied. Martlgny
had doubtless worked at them while
wo sat there talking—ho was too clever
un artist in crimo to do anything so
clumsy as to cut the ropes.
“Well, luckily, there's no damage
done,” observed Mr. Royce, with affect
ed lightness, “though it was a close
shave. If Miss Kemball hadn't called
to us, the spar would have struck us
squarely."
Mrs. Kemball closed her eyes with a
giddy little gesture, ut the vision the
words called up and the officer
frowned in chagrin and perplexity. Just
then the captain came up, and the two
stepped aside for a eonsulation, in
voices so low that only an excited word
of French was now and then audible.
I turned to Miss Kemball, who was
leaning against the rail with white
face and eyes largo with terror.
"But it was not an accident, Mr.
Lester!" she whispered. “I saw a man
leaning over the spar—a mere shadowy
figure—but I know I could not be mis
taken."
I nodded. "I don't doubt it in the
least. But don't tell your mother. It
will only alarm her needlessly. We’ll
talk it over in the morning.”
She said good night and led her
mother away toward their stateroom.
I went at once in search of the ship's
doctor, and met him at the foot of the
saloon staircase.
"How is Martlgny, doctor?" I asked.
"Worse, 1 fear," he answered hur
riedly. "He has Just sent for me."
"Which room has he?”
"He’s in 375; an outside room on the
upper deck," and he ran on up the stair.
I went forward to the smoking room,
and looked over the colored plan of
the ship posted there. A moment’s In
spection of it showed me how easily
Martlgny had eluded pursuit—he had
only to walk twenty feet, open a door,
and get into bed again. But, evident
ly, even that small exertion had been
too much for him, and I turned away
with the grim thought that perhaps our
enemy would kill himself yet.
When I sat down, next morning, be
etle Miss Kemball, she closed her
book, and turned to me with a very
determined air.
. ..• urgau,
‘it you think any harm can come from
telling me, I don't want you to say a
word; but I really think I am entitled
to an explanation."
"So do I," I agreed. "You’ve proved
yourself a better guard than I. I'd
forgotten all about Martigny—I was
thinking, well, of something very dif
ferent—I had no thought of danger."
"Nor had I," she said quickly. "But
I chanced to look up and see that dark
figure bending over them, and I cried i
out, really, before I had time to think I
—involuntarily.”
"It was Just that which saved them.
If you'd stopped to think, it would have
! been too late.”
“Yes—but, oh, I could think after
wards! I'd only to close my eyes, last
| night, to see him there yet, peering
1 down at us, waiting his opportunity.
■ And then, of course, I puzzled more or
: less over the whole thing."
j “You sha'n't puzzle any more," l ,
said, and looked about to make certain |
that there was no one near. Then, be- i
j ginning with the death of Illram Hoi- !
I laday, I laid the case before her, step '
I by step. She listened with clasped !
| hands and Intent face, not speaking till
I had finished. Then she leaned back
In her chair with a long sigh.
' "Why, it's horrible!” she breathed,
I "Horrible and dreadfully puzzling You
! haven't told me your explanation yet,
J Mr. Lester.”
j “I haven't any explanation," I said
helplessly. 'I've built up half a dozen
theories, but they've all been knocked
] to pieces. One after the other, I don't
know what to think, unless Miss Holla
| day is a victim of hypnotism or demen
| tia of some kind, and that seems ab
surd.”
"Sometimes she's nice and at other
times she's horrid."
“It recalls ‘Dr. Jckyll and Mr. Hyde,’
: doesn't it?"
"Yes, it does; only, as I say, such an
I explanation seems absurd."
She sat for a moment with eyes tn
; wardly intent.
I "There’s one theory which might ex
plain it—part of It. Perhaps it wasn't
i Mb's Holladay at all who returned from
' Washington Square with the new maid.
: Perhaps It was the other woman, and
' the barred windows were really to keep
Miss Holladay a prisoner. Think of
her there. In that place, with Martigny
i for her jailer.”
"But she wasn't there!” I protested.
"We saw her when we gave her the
money. Royce and I saw her—so did
i Mr. Graham.”
"Yes—in a darkened room with a
bandage about her forehead; so hoarse
she could scarcely speak. No wonder
Mr. Royce hardly knew her!”
I stopped a moment to consider.
'Remember, that would explain
something which admits of no other
reasonable explanation," went on my
companion; "the barred windows and
the behavior of the prisoner.”
"It would explain that, certainly, I
admitted, though, at first thought, the
theory did not appeal to me. “You be
lieve, then, that Miss Holladay was
forcibly abducted?"
"Undoubtedly. If her mind was go
ing to give way at all, it would have
done so at once, and not two weeks
after the tragedy."
"But If she had brooded over It,” I
objected.
"She wasn’t brooding—at least, she
had ceased to brood. You have Mr.
Royce’s word and the butler’s word
that she was getting better, brighter,
quite like her old self again. Why
should she relapse?"
“I don't know," I said helplessly.
"The more I reason about it, the more
unreasonable It all seems. Besides that
affair last night has upset me so that
I can’t think clearly. I feel that I
was careless—that I wasn't doing my
duty.”
”1 shouldn’t worry about It; though,
of course,” she added a little severely,
"you’ve realized by this time that you
alone are to blame for Martigny’s pres
ence on the boat.”
"But I had to go to the Jourdains," I
protested, "and I couldn’t help their go
ing to him—to have asked them to not
go would have made them suspect me
at once.”
"Oh, yes. but, at least, you needn’t
have sent them. They might not have
gone at all—certainly they wouldn’t
have gone so promptly—if you hadn’t
sent them.”
"Sent them?" I repeated, and stared
at her in amazement, doubting if I
had heard aright.
"Yes, sent them," she said again, em
phatically. "Why do you suppose they
went to the hospital so early the next
"I supposed they had become sus
picious of me."
"Nonsense! What possible reason
could they have for becoming sus
picious of you? On the contrary, it was
because they were not suspicious of
you, because they wished to please you,
to air your room for you; because, in a
word, you asked them to go—they went
after the key to those padlocks on the
window-shutters. Of course, Martigny
had it.”
For a moment, I was too nonplussed
to speak; for I could only stare at her.
Then I found my tongue.
“Well, I was a fool, wasn’t I?” I de
manded, bitterly. "To think that I
shouldn't have foreseen that! It was
so worked up over my discovery that
night I couldn’t think of anything else.
Of course, when they asked for the key,
the whole st*>ry came out.”
”1 shouldn’t blame myself too se
verely,” laughed Miss Kemball, as she
looked at my rueful countenance. "I
myself think it’s rather fortunate that
he's on the boat.”
“Fortunate? You don’t mean that!”
"Precisely that. Suppose the Jour
dains hadn't gone to him; he'd have
left the hospital anyway in two or three
days—he isn’t the man to lie inactive
when he knew you were searching for
the fugitives. He’d have returned,
then, to his apartment next to yours;
your landlady would have told him that
you had sailed for Kurope, and he had
only to examine this boat’s passenger
list to discover your name. So you see
there wasn’t so much lost, after all.’
“But, at any rate,” I pointed out, “he
would still have been in America. He
couldn’t have caught us. We'd have
had a good start of him.”
“He couldn't have caught you. but a
cablegram would have passed you in
mid-ocean, warning his confederates.
If they have time to conceal their pris
oner, you'll never find her—your only
hope Is in catching them unprepared.
And there's another reason—since he’s
on the boat, you’ve another opportunity
—why not go and have a talk with
him?”
"I’d thought of that,” I said; “but
I’m afraid I couldn't play the part."
“The part?”
Of seeming not to suspect him, of
being quite frank and open with him
of appearing to tell him all my plans.
I'm afraid he'd see through me in the
first moment and catch me tripping.
It's too great a risk."
"The advantage would he on your
side," she pointed out: “you could tell
him so many things which he already
knows, and which he has no reason to
suspect you know he knows—it sounds
terribly involved, doesn’t it? But you
understand?"
"Oh, yes; I understand.”
“And then, it would be the natural
thing for you to look him up as soon as
you learned he was ill. To avoid him
will he to confess that you suspect
him."
"But his name isn't on the passen
ger list. If I hadn't happened to see
him as he came on board, I'd probably
not have known it at all.”
"Perhaps he saw you at the same
time."
"Then the fat's in the fire." I said,
"if he knows 1 know he's on board,
then he also knows that I suspect him;
if he doesn't know, why, there’s no rea
son for him to think that I'll find it
out, unless he appears in the cabin;
which doesn't seem probable."
She sat silent for a moment, looking
out across the water.
"Perhaps you're right,” she said at
last; "there's no use taking any un
necessary risks. The thing appealed lo
me—I think I should enjoy a half hour's
talk with him, matching my wits
against his."
"But yours are brighter than mine,”
I pointed out. "You've proved ft pretty
effectually in the last few minutes.”
"No I haven’t: I've simply shown you
that you overlooked one little thing.
And I think you're right about the dan
ger of going to Martlgny. Our first
duty Is to Miss Holladuy; we must res
cue her before he can warn his con
federates to place her out of reach.”
The unstudied way in which she said
"our" filled me with with an unreason
ing happiness.
"But why should they bother with a
prisoner at all? They didn’t shrink
from striking down her father?"
"And they may not shrink from strik
ing her down, at a favorable moment,"
she answered calmly. "It will be easier
in France than in New York—they,
perhaps have the necessary prepara
tions already' made—they may he only
hesitating—a warning from Martlgny
may turn the scale."
My hands were trembling at the
thought of it. If we should really be
too late!
"But I don't believe they’ll go to
such extremes, Mr. Lester," continued
my companion. "I believe you're go
| mg to find her and solve the mys
tery. My theory doesn’t solve It, yon
know; It only makes It deeper. The
mystery, after all. Is—who are these
people—why did they kill Mr. Holla
day?—why have they abducted his
daughter?—what is their plot?’’
’’Yes," I assented; and again I had a
moment of confused perplexity, as a
man staring down into a black abyss.
“But after you find her," she asked,
“what will you do with her?”
"Do with her? Why, take her home,
of course."
"But she’ll very probably be broken
down, perhaps even on the verge of
hysteria. Such an experience would
upset any woman. I don’t care how
robust she may have been. She'll need
rest and care. You must bring her to
us at Baris, Mr. Lester.”
I saw the wisdom of her words, and
said so.
“That’s very kind of you,” I added.
"I am sure Mr. Boyce will agree—but
we have first to find her, Miss Kern
ball.”
1 was glad for my own sake, too; the
parting of tomorrow, would not, then,
be a final one. I should see her again.
I tried to say something of this,
but my tongue faltered and refused to
shape the words.
She left me presently, and for an
hour or more I sat there and looked, in
every aspect, at the theory she had
suggested. Certainly, there was noth
ing to disprove it; and yet, as she had
said, it merely served to deepen the
mystery. Who were these people, 1
asked myself again, who dared to play
so bold and desperate a game? The il
legitimate daughter might, of course,
impersonate Miss Holladay; but who
was the elder woman? Her mother?
Then the liaison must have taken place
in France—her accent was not to be
mistaken; but in France, Mr. Holladay
had been always with his wife. Be
sides the younger woman spoke Eng
lish perfectly. True, she had said only
a few words—the hoarseness might
have been affected to conceal a differ
ence In voice—but how explain the elder
woman’s resemblance to Hiram Holla
day’s daughter? Could they both be Il
legitimate? But that was nonsense,
for Mrs. Holladay had taken her Into
her life, had loved her
And Martigny? Who was he? What
was his connection with these women?
That the crime had been carefully
planned I could not doubt; and it had
been carried out with surprising skill.
There had been no nervous halting at
the supreme moments, no hesitation
nor drawing back; instead, a coolness
of execution almost fiendish, arguing a
hardened and practiced hand.
Doubtless it was Martigny who had
arranged the plot, who hud managed Its
development. And with what boldness!
He had not feared to be present at tha
inquest; nor even to approach me and
discuss the case with me. I tried to
recall the details of our talk, impatient
that I had paid so little heed to it. He
had asked, I remembered, what would
happen to Frances Holladay if she were
found guilty. He had been anxious,
then, to save her. He had—yes, I saw
It now!—he had written the note which
did save her; he had run the risk of
discovery to get her free!
But why?
If I only had a clew; one thread to
follow! One ray of light would b«
enough! Then I could see my way out
of this hopeless tangle; I should know
how to strike. But to stumble blindly
onward in the dark—that might do
more harm than good.
Yes, and there was another thing for
me to guard against. What was to pre
vent him, the moment he stepped
ashore, wiring to his confederates,
warning them telling them to flee? Or
he might wait, watching us, until ha
saw that they were really in danger.
In either event, they must easily es
cape; Miss Kemball had been right
when she pointed out that our only
hope was in catching them unprepared.
If I could throw him off, deceive him,
convince him that there was no dan
ger!
The Impulse was too strong to be re
sisted. In a moment I was on my feet
—but, no—to surprise him would be ta
make him suspect! I called a steward.
"Take this card up to Monsieur Mar
tigny,’' I said, “in 375, and ask him 11
he is well enough to see me.”
As he hurried away, a sudden doubt
seized me; horrified at my hardihood,
I opened my mouth to call him back.
But I did not call; instead I sank back
Into my chair and stared out across
tile water. Had I done well? Was It
wise to tempt providence? Would I
prove a match for my enemy? Tha
next half hour would tell. Perhaps ha
would not see me; he could plead ill
ness; he might be really too ill.
"Monsieur Martigny,” said the stew
ard's voice at my elbow, "answers that
he will be most pleased to see Mon
sieur Lester at once.”
Continued Next Week.
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Massage the scalp for at least live min
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CAN WOMEN APPRECIATE A
CLUB?
From the Harper’s Weekly.
n woman’s club has been opened in
New York in a beautiful house that
has been built for it, and with a care
fully selected membership. There is a
good deal of discussion whether it will
succeed. Most of the successful clubs
in New York are maintained largely by
the contributions of men who very sel
dom use them. It is argued that wom
en are more thrifty than men, and will
not long go on paying for the main
tenance of anything that they do not
use: that they will not use their club
much; and that presently they will let
it fail. But how much will they use it?
The men's clubs are most valuable tc
the unmarried men and to men who
stay in town in summer and work while
their families go out of town. These
men are the chief patrons of the club
restaurants. A woman's club would
hardly get patronage comparable to
what these unattached men furnish to
the men’s clubs. Women are not at all
likely to crowd a club dining room in
the evening at any time in the year.
They would be much more likely to
luneh in their club sometimes, and the
membership of such an organization as
this new Colony club must include
many ladies who live within easy reach
of town in summer, and who will find
a club a convenient place to go to at
midday when they come into town in
summer when their town houses are
closed. That sort of patronage is the
mainstay of a very successful ladies'
club in Philadelphia which has long
since passed the experimental stage
and lias come to be a substantial insti
tution. We do not think the new Col
ony club will fail. There is plenty of
money back of it and uses enough for
it to warrant its maintenance. But It
will have to be kept up, like most of
the other clubs, chiefly by the dues of
persons who very seldom use it.
A girl always tests her first engage
ment ring by trying to write her name
on a pane of glass.
I MICRO-BRAMA-GRAPHS
BY FRANK J. WILSTACH.
Small change—wrhen a child swallowed a
penny.
Dramatic critics were budded as a thorn
to sting.
An actor on Broadway without a Chan
ning Pollock overcoat is as strange as a
bower of roses in Siberia.
The advice of critics is like medicine
after death.
An elaborate setting will not improve a
foul play.
A woman with a swan's neck naturally
wears feathers.
The critic is a cathartic for the health
of the actor.
There Is nothing so “good as a play,**
except a play.
“Whetting the senses to humor” is not
a sharp-practice.
Because a man rents a room over a hard
ness store is no reason to think that he
gets the bridal chamber.
A man is naturally pale when he drinks
out of a bucket.
It is easy to be contented with one’s lot
If it is on a corner.
ADsence conquers love out it requires
presents to hold It.
A man who Is Irresponsible is not neces
sarily hard of hearing.
A man may walk as straight as a lib
erty pole and yet be crooked.
Times have changed. We used to wear
nightcaps; now we drink ’em.
The man wTho minds his own business
has good steady employment.
A good dinner and a bottle of wine, as
well as absence, makes the heart grow
fonder.
Slander may spread like a °onflagration,
yet it oddly follows a man like hia
shadow.
A poor play is like a cigar; it requires
judicious puffing.
Actors are naturally sensitive. So is the
hide raw after beating.
A new situation in a play is as startling
as a shock of electricity.
We should rise by our own efforts
There is no telling when the alarm clock
will go wrong.
A loud laugh may denote the vacant
; mind, yet the play which provides it
rarely has vacant seats.
In vaudeville, when an actor is bad thej
close in on him. In the legitimate they
close down on him.
Bulwer Lytton said: “The pen is might
ier than the sword,” but neither is any
yood without the holder.
Out of the Mouths of Babes.
A small girl, who had been naughty, was
sent to bed as a punishment, and told to
\ say her prayers before she got Into her
bed. Her mother went to her door ta
listen to hear whether she did say the
prayer and heard the following:
“Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the
Lord my soul to keep, if I should die be* 't
fore I wake—my goodness, wouldn’t there j
be a racket in this house if I did die before
t wake?”
Little Walter had an exasperating habit
of waking in the “we sma' hours” and
calling loudly and persistently for hia
mother to give him a drink or turn up the
light.
His father, thinking to break him of thii
unpleasant trick, answered his call a few
nights ago, ami gave him not only the
drink of water but at the same time a
pretty sharp reprimand. The next even
ing Walter added to his prayer this peti
tion:
“And, please, dear Lord, when I call foi
mother tonight don’t let father come.”
Ellen was being scolded by her mother
for soiling her reader, and was told that
her little sister’s reader was as clean as
new. “Yes,” said little sister, “I put mine
in the desk the first day and I never take
it out.”
Newell and Joan were spending a week
with friends. “Tell your mamma you have
been good children,” said their host as he
bade them goodby. “We ought to be,”
said Jean. “Mamma trained us for three
days before we came!”
Two children of the parsonage, Rees,
aged 5, and Margaret, aged 3, were learn
ing the names of the days of the week,
but Thursday was hard to remember.
Their mother suggested as a memory hint
that if they would think of being thirsty
they might remember the name. So the
boy proceeded, “Monday, Tuesday, Wed
nesday-“ and then he stuck; but with
a merry twinkle in his eye repeated,
“Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday—Drink!—
Friday, Saturday, Sunday.”
A little 4 year old man was watching
his papa, who was engaged doing some
carpentering. The shining tools imme
diately took his eye, and, child fashion,
he picked them up as soon as they were
laid down and tried to use them as papa
did; but papa, being in a hurry, became
angry at not finding the tools where he
placed them, and the son had to be told
several times to let things alone.
Finally, as the little fellow sat pouting
for being scolded, he saw some nice long
curly shavings fall from the board hia
papa was planing and, looking up, he
said: “Well, papa, can I play with those
board skins?”
The young hopeful had returned from
a visit to the soldiers’ home at Dayton,
O. The thing which had interested him
most had been a large brown bear in a
cage in the animal park. A friend of the
uncle whom he was visiting dropped in for
a little call that evening and made much
ado over young hopeful, and especially
did he quiz him about Mr. Bear.
“But, Lee, were you not afraid of the
bear?”
“No, sir, ’cause he was in a cage.”
“But suppose the door of the cage had
in some mysterious way become unfast
ened and the bear had ran out—what
would you have done?”
Lxpecting the usual “run as fast as I
could" reply, our friend was much sur
prised to hear young hopeful say: “I’d
run in the cage and shut the door.”
Lillian was “papa’s girl,’’ but, like many
little girls In the city, did not often get
to spend much time with her father.
There came a day, however, when a trip
into the country was possible for the two.
Lillian, being shy and timid, was at first
quite overwhelmed with the strangeness
of things, but as the journey proceeded
her affection for her father quite pos
sessed her, and she reached up and gave
him a loving little kiss. Just at that mo
ment the trainman called the station,
“Sawyer.” Lillian, In dismay, turned a
startled face to her father and whispered,
"He didn't, did he, papa?”
Pe ru-na Relieves
Spring Catarrh.
MISS DORA HAYDEN.
*Without hesitation 1 write to thank
l/ou for the great relief 1 have found in
your valuable medicine, Peruna, and will
call the attention of all my friends
suffering with catarrh to that fact. Be
sides l cheerfully recommend it to all suf
fering with catarrh in any form."—Miss
Dora Hayden, 819 Cth St., S. IV., IVashs
ington, D. C.
A Case of Spring Catarrh.
Mrs. N. P. Lawler, 42314 N. Broadway,!
Pittsburg, Kan., writes: “Last spring I
caught a severe cold, which developed
into a serious case of catarrh. I felt weak
and sick, and could neither eat nor sleep
well.
“A member of our club who had been1
cured of catarrh through the use of Pe
runa advised me to try it, and I did so at
once. I expected help, but nothing like1
the wonderful change for the better I ob
served almost as soon as I started taking1
it. In three days I felt much better, and'
within two weeks I was in fine health.1
Peruna is a wonderful medicine.”
I
Fighting Mosquitoes in Jersey.
From the Popular Science Monthly.
New York city is a highly desirable'
place of residence in winter; but less
so in summer, and there are thousands!
of residents of New York city who are)
well able to afford a summer homel
within an hour or two from town, andi X
who are quite willing to pay for it. New]
Jersey has many places ideal in situa
tion and accessibility, and one such,
place developed rapidly to a certain',
point and there it stood, halted by the|
mosquitoes that bred In the surround-'
lng marsh lands. Country club, golf,
tennis and other attractions ceased toj
attract when attention was necessarily
focused on the biting or stinging pests'
that Intruded everywhere, and the ten-;
dency was to sell out. But the owners!
were not ready to quit without a tight,!
and an improvement society was!
formed which consulted with my office)
and followed my advice. In one year, -
the hulk of the breeding area was' f
drained, mosquitoes have since beenl
absent almost entirely; one gentleman,
not a large owner, either, told me his
property had Increased $50,000 in value,!
and now settlers began to come in.I
This year one of the worst breeding!
areas of the olden day was used as al
camping ground, and 100 new residences,
are planned for next year.
Blood Gets Soar.
At this time of year, says a well
known authority, the Kidneys becomei
weak, clogged and inactive, failing to!
filter out the poisons and acids, which;
sour the blood, causing not only fa
cial and bodily eruptions, but the'
worst forms of Rheumatism, Nervous)
and Stomach troubles. Backache and,
painful, annoying Urinary afflictions.
It is worth any one's time now to'
get from some good prescription phar
macy the following ingredients: Fluid
Extract Dandelion, one-half ounce
Compound Kargon, one ounce; Com
pound Syrup Sarsaparilla, three
ounces. Mix by shaking well in a bot
tle and take in teaspoonful doses after
your meals and at bedtime.
This simple home-made mixture will
force the Kidneys to normal, healthy
action, so they will filter and strain all
uric acid and poisonous waste matter
from the blood, and expel this in the
urine, at the same time restoring the
“full blood count”—that is, 95 per cent
red blood corpuscles—which Is abso
lutely indispensable to perfect health.
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Poor Manl
From the Chicago News.
Gunner—Yes, she paid $300 for her
sprint- outfit. I tell you she was a
picture on Easter Sunday.
Guyer—Yes, and her husband was a
picture also.
Gunner—Indeed! What kind of a
picture was he?
Guyer—Why the picture of des
pair.
Pure! Pleasant! rotent! Three in
teresting facts about Garfield Tea. the
Natural laxative. It is made of Herbs
and is guaranteed under the Pure Food
and Drug Law.
It Broke.
"Freddy, you shouldn't laugh out loud
In the school room,” exclaimed the teach
er.
"I didn't mean to do It,” apologized
Freddy. "I was smiling, when all of a
sudden the smile busted.”
Meaning of a “Homestead.”
From Everybody's Magazine.
An Irishman wanted to take a "home
e Lead” and not knowing just how to go
about it, sought information from a friend.
"Mike,” he said, “you’ve taken a home
stead an' 1 thought maybe ye could tell
me th’ law concernin' how to go about
it."
•'Well, Dennis, I don't remimber th' ex
act wordin’ uv th' law, but I can give ye
th’ exact manin' uv it. Th’ manln’ uv It
is this: Th’ governmlnt is willin' t’ bet
ye 160 acres uv land agin $14 that ye can’t
live on it five years wldout starvin' t'
death.”
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