According to History.
From Harper's Weekly.
A woman in a western city, who be
longs to a community called the “Sis
ters of St. John the Baptist,” not long
ago spent a month in a backwoods
district.
! Shortly after her arrival she went
the local postofllce and Inquired
It any letters had come for Sister
faernardine. The rural postmaster
looked bewildered.
"Sister who?” he asked, incredulous- j
ly
“Sister Bernardlne,” repented the I
lady. "A sister of St. Jahn the Bap
tist."
“I think not." he answered dubious
ly. Then, after soino reflection, he
added:
“Say, ain't he been dead pretty near
}00 years now?"
This is the story of a housekeeper
who had rather a small stock of pa
tience. She went Into her kitchen one
day to direct the preparation of din
ner. She found George, her Japanese
cook, poring over a book. “What are
you reading?” she asked. ''Schopen
hauer," George replied. "Do you think
you can understand such philosophy?"
the mistress Inquired, "yes, honorable
(nadam. I understand It; I apply it.
When you come to tell me how to cook,
tt Is good to remember what the white
man says about women. I read here,
then I not mind what you say."
What He Thought.
The Quietly Dressed Man—No, sir; 1
never take advantage of anybody who
is not ready to take advantage of some
one else.
The Loud-Dressed Man—Shake; I’m a
bunco steerer myself.
tmrs. Wlniiow i ooonmra n>cv tor cmlMros
•chine; aoftena tIsa gems, rodooee imUmmeuoa. »■
f» pale-our*oaai«S colit. oont a bottla
Got Square With the Judge,
From the Atlanta Georgian.
A raw mountaineer got back at Judge
Mose Wright of the Rome circuit In a
very clever way. While the judge was
presiding over the Chattooga superior
court he had occasion to plaster a $16
fine on this man because he failed to
appear In time as a witness In a case.
"Say, Jedge, haln’t that purty steep?"
mildly Inquired the Chattoogan.
"No," was the reply. You knew you
were an Important witness In this case
and ought to have been here. I will
•uspend payment, however, and hold It
over you to see that there Is no like
trouble In the future.”
Later Judge Wright was spending a
, few weeks at Menlo, a popular summer
resort In Chattooga county, several
'miles from a railroad. He had a pack
•age to come out from Summerville and
ithe big mountaineer happened to de
Jlver It,
"Well, what do I owe you?" asked
the judge genially, reaching for his
change pocket,
"Wall, Jedge, I reckon about $15
would square us," was the calm reply.
"What?" yelled Judge Wright, stag
gering back.
“Mebbe you won't be so deni keer
less next time 'bout leavin' yo' pack
ages,” was the Imperturbable answer.
"Look here,” whispered the perturbed
Jurist, "I'll Just remit that $15 fine I
'put on you down in Summerville."
"Old ap, Beck. That 'bout squares
ms. Jedgo."
It's true all right, because Judge
Wright tells It oil himself.
A Convenient 'Possum.
1 JFrom the Atlanta Constitution.
An old negro preacher gave as his
text—"De tree Is known by his fruit,
an' hit des onpossible ter shake de 'pos
sum down."
After the benediction an old brother
Bald to him:
'T never knowed befo' dat such a text
was In de blble."
“Well," admitted the preacher, "hit
•ain’t 'xactly sot down dataway. I
•th’owed In de 'possum ter hit de intelli
gence er my congregation!"
His Business.
Stranger—I’ve lived a very fast life
for the past 10 years.
Preacher—Why don't you give It up
$nd reform?
Stranger—Reform nothing; I'm a
lallroad engineer.
MOTHER AND CHILD.
Both Fully Nonrlsticd on Grape-Nuts.
The value of this famous foot! is
shown In many ways. In addition to
what might be expected from Its chemi
cal analysis.
Grape-Nuts food is made of whole
wheat and barley, Is thoroughly baked
for many hours and contains all the
wholesome Ingredients in these cereals.
It contains also the phosphate of pot
ash grown In the grains, which Nature
uses to build up brain and nerve cells.
Young children require proportion
ately more of this element because the
brain and nervous system of the child
grows so rapidly.
A Va. mother found the value of
Grape-Nuts In not only building up her
own strength but In nourishing her
baby at the same time. She writes:’
“After my baby enme I did not re
cover health and strength, and the doc
tor said I could not nurse the baby as
I did uot have nourishment for her,
besides I was too weak.
“He said I might try a change of
diet and see what that would do. and
recommended Grape-Nuts food. 1
bought a pkg. and used It regularly.
A marked change came over both baby
and I.
“My baby Is now four months old.
Is In fine condition, I am nursing her
nml doing all my work and never felt
better in my life.” “There's a Rea
■on.”
Name given by Poetnm Co. Battle
Creek, Mich. Read “The Road to Well*
vllle.” in pkgs.
Ever read the above ietter? A new
one appears from time to time. They
are genuine, true, and full of human
Interest.
I
^ THF.__
Story of Francis Cludde
A Romance of Queen Mary's Reign.
BY STANLEY J. WEYMAN.
CHAPTER XXII—Continued.
"God save the queen!" ho shouted
and out of respect for the knight he
slipped from his saddle and promptly
fell on his back in the road.
"Aye. to be sure, God save the
queen!" echoed Sir Anthony, taking off
his hat again. “You are right, man!"
Then he hurried on, not noticing
the messenger's miskfip. The tidings
he had heard seemed of such
Importance, and he was so anxious to
tell them to his household—for the
greatest men have weaknesses, and
news such as this comes seldom in a
lifetime—that he strode on to the house
nnd over the drawbridge Into the court
yard without looking behind him.
He loved order and decent observ
ance, but there are times when a cat,
to get to the cream pan, will wet its
feet. He stood now in the middle of
the court yard, and raising his vcJTce
shouted for his daughter, "Ho, Petro
lillla, do you hear, girl! Father!
Fathar Carey! Martin Luther! Bald
win!" and so on until half the house
hold were callected. "Do you hear, all
of you? The queen is dead! God rest
her soul!"
"Amen!” said Father Carey, as be
came him, putting in his word amid the
wondering silence which followed,
while Martin Luther and Baldwin, who
were washing themselves at the pump,
stood with their heads dripping and
their mouths agape.
"Amen!” echoed the knight. "And
long live the queen! Long live Queen
Elizabeth!" he continued, having now
got his formula by heart. And he
swung his hat.
There was a cheer, a fairly loud
cheer, but there was one who did not
join in it. and that was Petronllla.
'She, listening at her latt'ce up stairs,
began at once to think, as was her
habit when any matter great or small
fell out, whether this would affect the
fortunes of a certain person far away.
It might, It might not. She did not
know'. But the doubt so far entertained
her that she came down to supper with
a heightened color, not thinking In
the least, poor girl, that the event might
have dire consequences for others al
most us dear to her and nearer home.
Every year since his sudden de
parture a letter from Francis Cludde
had come to Coton—a meager letter,
which had passed through many hands
and which reached Sir Anthony now
through one channel, now through an
other. The knight grumbled and swore
over these letters, which never con
tained an address to which an answer
could be forwarded, nor said much,
save that the writer was well and sent
his love and duty and looked to re
turn, til being well. But, meager as
they were and loud as he swore at
them, he put them religiously away in
an oak chest in his parlor, and an
oiner always put away tor uei uunio
something else, which was Invariably
Inclosed—a tiny swallow’s feather. The
knight never said anything about the
feather, neither asked the meaning of
Its presence nor commented upon Its
absence when Petronllla gave him back
the letter. But for days after each of
these arrivals he would look much at
his daughter, would follow her about
with his eyes, be more regular In bid
ding her attend him In his walk and
more particular In seeing that she
had the tidbits of the Joint.
For Petronllla, It cannot be said,
though I think In after times she would
have liked to make some one believe
It, that she wasted away. But she did
take a more serious and thoughtful air
In these days, which she never, God
bless her, lost afterward. There came
from Wootton Wawen and from Hen
ley in Arden and from Cookhlll gen
tlemen of excellent estate to woo her,
but they all went away disconsolate
after drinking very deeply of Sir An
thony's ale and strong waters. And
some wondered that the good knight did
not roundly take the Jade to task and
see her settled.
But he did not. So possibly even In
these days he had other views. I have
been .told that, going up once to her
little chamber to seek her, he found
a very singular ornament suspended
Inside her lattice. It was no other than
a common clay house martin’s nest, but
It was so deftly hung In a netted bag
end so daintily swathed In moss always
green and the Christmas roses and
snowdrops and violets and doffodils
which decked It in turn were always so
pure and fresh and bright—as the
knight learned by more than one
stealthy visit afterward—that, coming
down the steep steps, he could not see
clearly and stumbled against a cookboy
and beat him soundly for getting In his
way.
To return, however. The news of the
queen’s death had scarcely been well
digested at Coton, nor the mass for
her soul, which Father Carey celebrated
with much devotion, been properly
criticised, before another surprise fell
upon the household. Two strangers ar
rived, riding, late one evening, and
rang the great bell while all were at
supper. Baldwin and the porter went
to see what It was and brought back
a message which drew the knight from
his chair as a terrier draws a rat.
| "You are drunk!” he shouted, purple
■ In the face and fumbling for the stick
which usually leaned against his seat
ready for emergencies. "How dare you
bring cock and bull stories to me?”
“It Is true enough!" muttered Bald
win sullenly, a stout door man, not
much afraid of his master, but loving
him exceedingly. "1 knew him again
myself."
Sir Anthony strode firmly out of the
room, and tn the courtyard near the
great gate found a man and a woman
standing In the dusk. He walked up
to the former and looked him In the
face. "What do you here?" he said In
a strange, hard voice.
"I want shelter for a night for my
self and my* wife, a meal and some
words with you—no more," was the an
swer. "Give me this." the stranger
continued, “which every idle passerby
' may claim at Coton End, and you shall
| see no more of me, Anthony."
I For a moment the knight seemed to
j hesitate. Then be answered, pointing
sternly with his hand: "There Is the
hall, and supper. Go and eat and drink,
, or stay!" he resumed. And he turned
and gave some orders to Baldwin, who
I went swiftly to the hall, and In a mo
l ment came again. "Now, go! What
| you want the servants will prepare for
| you."
"I want speech of you," said the new
core.
I Sir Anthony seemed about to refuse,
, but thought better of It. “You can
I come to my room when you have
| supped," he said In the same ungrae
| ious tone, speaking with his eyes
1 averted.
"And you—do you not take supper?"
"I have finished." said the knight,
albeit he had eaten little. And he
turned on ills heel.
Very few of those who sat round the
table and watched with astonishment
the tail stranger's entrance knew him
I again. It was 13 years since Ferdinand
Cludde had last sat there—sitting there
| of right. And the 13 years had worked
much change in him. When he found
I'hat Petronilla, obeying her father's
message, had disappeared, he said
haughtily that his wife would sup in
her own room, and with a flashing eye
and curling lip bade Baldwin see to
It. Then, seating himself in a place
next Sir Anthony's, he looked down the
board at which all sat silent. His sar
castic eye, hls high bearing, Ills man
ner—the manner of one who had gone
long with hls life In his hand—awed
these simple folk. Then, too, he was
a Cludde. Father Carey was absent
that evening. Martin Luther had one
of those turns, half sick, half sullen
which alternated with his moods of
merriment and kept hls straw pallet In
some corner or other. There was no
one to come between the servants and
this dark visaged stranger, who was
yet no stranger.
lie hod hls way and hls talk with Sir
Anthony, the latter lasting far into the
night and producing odd results. In the
first place, the unbidden guest and hls
wife staid on over next day and over
many days to come and seemed grad
uaily to grow more and more at home,
the knight began to take long walks
and rides with hls brother, and from
each walk and ride came back with a
more gloomy face and a curter manner
Petronilla, hls companion of old, found
herself set aside for her uncle and cast
for society, on Ferdinand’s wife the
strange young woman with the brilliant
eyes, whose odd changes from grave
to gay rivaled Martin Luther's and
who now scared the girl by wild laugh
ter and wilder gibes and now moved
her to pity by fits of weeping or dark
moods of gloom. That Uncle Ferdl
nand s wife stood In dread of her hus
band Petronilla soon learned and even i
began to share this dread, to shrink
from his presence and to shut herself
up mot,; and more closely in her own
chamber.
There was another, too. who grew to
b? tr£ubied about th,« time, and that
was hather Carey. The good natured*
2I,r f received with joy and thank
fulness the news that Ferdinand Cludde
bad sae" h,la errors and re-entered the
fold, but when he had had two or three
interviews with the convert his brow
too grew clouded and his mind trou
bled He learned to see that the ac
cession of the young Protestant queen
must hear fruit for which he had a
poor appetite. He began to spend many
hours in the church, the church which
u ,?2"T.aI1 hls llfe- wrestled
much with himself. If hls face were
any Index to hls soul. Good, kindly
man he was not of the stufT of which
martyrs are made, and to be forced,
pushed on and goaded Into becoming
a martyr against one’s will—well, the
rather s position w as a hard one as
was that In those days of many a good
and learned clergyman bred tn one
church and bidden suddenly, on pain of
losing hls livelihood, If not his life, to
migrate to another.
i ne visitors had beon fn the house a
month and in that month an observant
”might have noted much change,
though all things In seeming went on
before when the queen’s orders en
joining all priests to read the service
or a great part of it. in English, came
down, being forwarded by the sheriff
to bather Carey. The missive arrived
on a Flrday and had been Indeed long
expected.
"What shall you do?” Ferdinand
asked Sir Anthony.
"As before!” the tall old man replied,
gripping his staff more firmly. It was
no new subject between therm A hun
drew times they had discussed it al
ready. even as they Here now discuss
ing it, on the terrace by the flshpool,
with the church which adjoins the
house full in view across the garden.
"I will have no mushroom faith at
Cotcn End," the knight continued
warmly. "It sprang up under King
Henry, and how long did it last? A
year or two. It came in again under
King Edward, and how lo'ng did it
last? A year or two. So it will be
again. It will not last., Ferdinand."
"I am of that mihd," the younger
man answered, nodding his head grave
ly
“Of course you are!" Sir Anthony re
joined as he rested one hand on the
sun dial. "For 10 generations our fore
fathers have worshiped in that church
after the old fashion and shall It be
changed in my day? Heaven forbid!
The old fashion did for my fathers. It
shall do for me. Why, I would as soon
expect that the river yonder should
How backward as that the church which
has stood for centuries, and more years
to the back of them than I can count
should be swept away by these hot
gospelers! I will have none of them' I
will have no new fangled ways at Coton
End!"
"Well. I think you are right!” the
younger brother said. By what means
he had brought the knight to this mind
without committing himself more fully
I cannot tell. Yet so it was. Ferdinand
showed himself always the cautious
doubter. Father Carey even must have
done him that Justice. But—and this
was strange—the more doubtful he
showed htmself the more stubborn grow
his brother. There are men so shrewd
as to pass off stones for bread, and
men so simple minded as to take some
thing less than the word for the deed.
"Why should it come in our time?"
cried Sir Anthony, fractlously.
"Why indeed?" quoth the subtle one.
"I say, why should it come now? I
have heard and read of the sect called
Bollards who gave trouble awhile ago.
But they passed, and the church stood.
So will these gospelers pass, and the
church will stand.”
"That Is our experience, certainly,”
said Ferdinand.
“I hate change!" the old man con
tinued. his eyes on tTi- old church, the
old tlmebered house—for only the gate
way tower at Coton is of stone—the old
yew trees in the churchyard. "I do not
believe in It, and, what is more I will
not have it. As my fathers have wor
shiped so will I, though it cost me every
rood of land! A ftg for the order in
council!"
“If you really will not change with
the younger generations”—
"I will not!” replied the old knight,
sharply. "There is an end of it!"
Today the reformed church in Eng
land has seen many an anniversary and
grown stronger with each year, and we
can afford to laugh at Sir Anthony's
arguments. We know bettor than he
did, for the proof of the pudding Is in
the eating. But in him and his fellows,
who had only the knowledge of their
own day, such arguments were natural
enough. All time, all experience, all
history ar.d custom and habit as known
to them were on their side. Only it was
once again to be the battle of David
and the giant of Oath. Sir Anthony
had said. "There is an end of it!" But
his companion, as he presently strolled
up to the house with a smile on his
saturnine face, well knew that this was
! only the beginning of It. This was Fri
day.
On the Sunday, a rumor of the order
having gone abroad, a larger congrega
tion than usual streamed across the
chase to church, prepared to hear some
new thing. They were disappointed.
Sir Anthony stalked In, as of old,
through the double ranks of people
waiting at the door to receive him, and
after him Ferdinand and his wife and
Petronllla and Baldwin and every ser
vant from the house save a cook or two
and the porter. The church was full.
Seldom has such a congregation been
seen In It. But all passed as of old.
Father Carey's hand shook Indeed, and
his voice quavered, but he went
through the ceremony of the mars, and
all was done In Latin. A little charge
would have been pleasant, some
thought. But no one in this country
place on the borders of the forest held
very strong views. No bishop had come
- heretic-hunting to,Coton End. No abbey
existed to excite dislike by Its extrav
agance, or by Its license, or by the
swarm of ragged Idlers it supported.
Father Carey was the most harmless
and kindest of men. The villagers did
not care one way or the other. To them
Sir Anthony was king, and if any one
felt tempted to Interfere the old
knight’s face, as he gazed steadfastly
at the brass effigy of a Cludde who had
fallen in Spain fighting against the
Moors, warned the meddler to be silent.
And so on that Sunday all went well.
But some one must have told tales, for
early In the week there came a strong
letter of remonstrance from the sheriff,
who was an old friend of Sir Anthony,
and of his own free will, I fancy, would
have 'winked. But he was committed
to the Protestants and bound to stand
or fall with them. The choleric knight
sent back an answer by the same mes
senger. The sheriff replied, the knight
rejoined—having his brother always at
his elbow. The upshot of the corre
spondence was an announcement on
tlie part of the sheriff that he should
send his officers to the next service to
seer that the queen’s order was obeyed
and a reply on the part of Sir Anthony
that he should as certainly put the men
In the duck pond. Some Inkling of this
state of things got abroad and spread
as a September fire files through a
wood, so that there was like to be such
a congregation at the next service to
witness the trial of strength as would
throw the last Sunday’s gathering alto
gether Into the shade.
It was clear at last that Sir Anthony !
himself did not think that there was
the end of It, for on that Saturday
afternoon he took a remarkable walk.
He .called Petronllla after dinner and
bade her get her hood and come with
him. and the girl, who had seen so little
of her father In the last month, and
who, what with rumors and fears and
surmises, was eating her heart out,
ODeyea nim wun joy. xt was a nne
frosty day near the close of December.
Sir Anthony led the way over the plank
bridge which clossed the moat In the
rear of the house and tramped steadily
through the home farm toward a hill
called the Woodman's View, which j
marked the border of the forest. He J
did not talk, but nether was he sunk !
In reverie. As he entered each Held ha
stood and scanned It, at times merely
nodding, at times smiling; or again j
muttering a few words, such as, "The
three acre piece! My father Inclosed
It!” or, "That Is where Ferdinand killed
the old mare!” or. "The best land for
wheat on this side of the house!" The
hill climbed, he stood a Tong time gaz
ing over the landscape, eyeing first the
fields and meadows whfch stretched
away from his feet toward the house,
the latter, as seen from this point, los
ing all Its stateliness In the mass of
stacks and ricks and bams and gran
aries which surrounded ft. Then his
eyes traveled farther In the same line
to the broad expanse of woodland—
Coton Chase—through which the road
passed along a ridge as straight as an
arrow. To the right were more fields,'
and here and there amid them a home
stead with Us smaller ring of stacks
and barns. When he turned to the left, I
his eyes, passing over the shoulders of,
Brant hill and Mill Head copse and !
Beacon hill, all bulwarks of the forest,
followed the streak of river as ft wound
away toward Stratford through lusci
ous flood meadows, here growing wide
and there narrow as the woodland ad
vanced or retreated.
"It is all mine," he said as much to
himself as to the girl. “It Is all Cludde
land as far as you can see.”
There were tears in her eyes, and she
had to turn away to conceal them. Why
she hardly knew, for he said nothing
more, and he walked down the hill dry
eyed, but all the way home he still
looked sharply about, noting this or
that, as If he were bidding farewell to
the old familiar objects, the spinneys
and copsgs—aye, and the very gates
and gaps and the hollow trees where
the owls built. It was the saddest and
most pathetic walk the girl had ever
taken. Yet there was nothing said.
(Continued Next Week.)
Conniption Fit.
From the New York Press.
"When George told Anna that she must
decide between Sagan and the half of
her fortune the poor little woman (who
has had a great deal more than her share
of trouble) didn't fall Into a conniption
fit, as most of us would have done, but
simply stamped her foot and used a small
French cuss word, about the equivalent
of “plague take It.” This sage remark
fell from the lips of a luxurious matron
riding In a pay-as-you-enter car. Her free
and easy manner and her rather care
less loudness of voice Indicated the part
of the country from which she came. As
she left the car at Seventy-fourth street
passengers who had yard her were ask
ing each other—"What Is a conniption
fit?"
When -a woman "throws a conniption
fit” she Is In her tantrums. A tantrum
Is a fit of passion or an attack of petu
lant hysteria. Conniption Is sometimes
used alone and has about the same mean
ing as' conniption fit. OccaslonaU^Mttr.
Maine) It is connuptlon. The word was
bred In New England, and Is about as
old, as Rhode island. It Is common enough
today wherever the descendants of the
Down Easters are settled. Conniption fit
Is a term used exclusively by women. To
connlp Is to laugh violently.
Reading the Signals.
Newcomers to Now York by steam
ship begin to learn things about tho
city as soon as their vessel gets headed
up the harbor. There was a party of
such on board an Incoming vessel re
cently.
From the roof of a high down town
office building they saw what appeared
to be a string of signal flags flapping in
the breeze. Some were white, serne
were striped, and one big one was a
flaming red.
“If we only knew the code we could
tell what they mean," said a member
of the party. "Perhaps they Indicate
what channel we are to take up the
river."
"Or maybe, they are weather warn
ings of some kind,” guessed another.
"Lot’s ask one of the officers to And
out."
Thev did. The officer looked first
with the naked eye and then with nls
glasses.
"That’s the janitor’s family wash
hung out on the roof to dry,” he an
nounced, brutally, as he finished his
survey. "The big ieu one is a table
cloth."
Turkey Imported and used last year
I 5.363,760 pounds of ordinary soap and
1 31,130 pounds of toilet soap.
“MOONSHINERS” IN
MIDST OF BIG CITY
1 Revenue Officers in Cleveland
Kept Busy Hunting Out
Illicit Whisky Makers.
Cleveland, Special: There are moon
shiners In Cleveland. It Is commonly
supposed that the manufacture of Illicit
whisky Is confined to the mountainous
region of Kentucky, Tennessee and oth
er southern states, but such Is not the
case. A large number of moonshiners
carry on the business In the heart ol
Cleveland.
Hundreds of gallons of Illicit whisky
are distilled and sold here under the
very eyes of the revenue onlcers. These
quiet stills are operated more extensive
ly among the Russian immigrants than
any other class, although representa
tives of other nationalities are engaged
in this lucrative profession. They are
very careful in their movements, for the
revenue officers are continually on the
lookout for them, and they employ ev
ery conceivable means of precaution
and escape in case of being trapped.
While the penalty for the first offense
is comparatively light, if they are
caught a second time punishment
is severe.
A few weeks ago a distillery on the
west side was discovered and several
hundred gallons of whisky on which the
tax had not been paid were confiscated, i
Most of the moonshiners, however, con- '
duct their busin< ss so carefully that
they remain undetected for years, i
Sometimes the stills are conducted in
basements, sometimes in upper stories,
and two or three buildings are rented
by moonshiners and used apparently
for other purposes, while in reality they
are but a blind to mislead.
“Smelling Them Out.”
It is extremely difficult to locate these
distilleries, and skill and experience are
required on the part of the detective to
"smell them oat." Usually the moon
shiners suspend business during the
day, but under the cover of darkness
operate in full blast. If the plant is
of any considerable size the trained ear
of the detective can recognize the chug j
of the machinery at work. He is more
apt, though, to locate the still by the
peculiar odor arising from the chim
neys, and one familiar with the smell
can detect it as quickly as an opium
den.
On nights when there is no fog, or
the atmosphere hangs heavy over the
city, the smell settles down and it Is
easy to locate the neighborhood. To
find the exact building, however, it is I
necessary to climb over roofs and sniff
the chimneys. The moonshiners keep
a close watch of the revenue men and
as soon as they see that their neighbor
hood is being watched they suspend
operations. They are always ready to
make a quick "get away," and even if
their location is discovered the revenue
men rarely get more than their para
phernalia and some of the whisky.
ADE BROUGHT BAG OF PEARLS
Told Broadway Manager* H* Had His
Own Shell Game on the Raneb.
From the New York Morning Telegraph.
George Ade, playwright, politician
and pearl fisher arrived In New York
recently from his farm at Brook, Ind.
As soon as he had registered at the
Holland house and informed the clerk
not to sit up for him, he dug down
in hts carpet bag for a parcel and
wended his way to the office of Cohan
& Harris where, after gaining admis
sion, he delivered, neatly tied with blue
ribbons, the complete manuscript ot
"The City Chap," a new comedy La
which the firm will present Jack Nmr
worth early In the fall.
“The City Chap,” as one of its char
acters, has a type of the negro- to which
the dramatist has given long and care
ful thought. The role was written with
Willis Sweatman in mind, and he Is
greatly pleased with the characteriza
tion. A large company is being en
gaged and the play is to have the most
elaborate presentation yet given ap
Ade comedy. The author looked over
the scene models and pronounced them
perfect.
Mr. Ade said: “ The City Chap' is
all new and I enjoyed writing it- It
covers fresh territory and presents
American types that seem to me to de
mand stage representation-’
Again making a quick • change he
appeared and presented George M.
Cohan and Sam H. Harris each with
a fine rose pearl, which he had plucked
with Ills own hands from the Iroquois
river, where its flows through his farm.
He had a large chamois bag filled with
fine large pearls, which he Is to deliver
to a Fifth avenue jeweler.
In appropriate George Ade ^tyle he
said:
“I am now a real perler. Nix on this
South sea stuff for me. We glean these
gems out cf the wetness of the river
right on the ranch. Why go else
where?
"Millions have been taken from the
mussel shells In western rivers, so now
1 have a shell game of my own. The
same raising of pearls must not be
confused with the plucking of lobsters,
which Is never done In the uncultured
west where the authors come from.”
Mr. Cohan, expressing great p easure
at being presented with the bauble. In
formed Jack Welsh In private that he
believed them to be a portion of the
Taft campaign fund.
Mr. Ade will leave the city on Sat
urday for Brock, where he will look
after the crops and begin work on a
revision of his comedy of undergrad
uate life called "The Fair Co-Ed,”
which was presented by the students
of Purdue university last winter.
Morn.
In what a strange bewilderment do we
Awake each morn from out the brief
night’s sleep.
Our struggling consciousness doth grope
and creep
its slow way back, as if it could not free
I [seif from bonds unseen. Then Memory,
Like sudden light, outflashes from its
deep
The Joy or <?rief which It had laat to keep
For us and' by the joy or grief we see
The new day dawneth like the yesterday:
We ore unchanged; our life the same we
knew
Before I wonder If this Is the way
We wake from death’s short sleep, to
struggle through
A brief bewilderment, and In dismay
1 Behold our life unto our old life true,
i Ben -Helen Hunt Jackson.
The Art of Organ Grinding.
From the Youth's Companion.
While the organ grinder ate the thick
ly buttered slice of bread on the back
porch the summer resident who had
provided the repast amused herself by
trying to turn the crank of the organ
g | |y<
• It must be quite difficult to turn the
crank in such excellent time as you
do?" she said at last.
No hard, if you no hava da monk,”
replied the organ grinder, with a mel
ancholy smile. "Turna da crank, keepa
i da time and watcha da monk—daT taka
Ida artec3t: ”
— ~~ 4
Naturally.
1 Sunday School Teacher — Tommy,
i dont you think fighting is wicked?
1 Tommy—Yes'm; when I get licked.
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ually; Dispels Colds amlHeadr
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Acts naturally, acts truly as
a Laxative.
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by whom it is manufactured,printed on tn*
front of eveiw package.
SOLD BY ALL LEADING DRUGGIST^
one size only, regular price 5(K per bottle.
A Careful Man.
From Harper's Weekly.
When Dawson reached town the oth
er day he was suddenly seized with tv
terrific toothache, and he repaired at
once to a dentist. Investigation showed
that the tooth was In such a con
dition that the only way to extract
it comfortably was to put the sufferer
under the Influence of gas. Conse
quently Dawson threw himself back In
the chair and the tube was applied.
He did not succumb any too readily,
but in the course of time he was sleep
ing peacefully, and the offending molar
was removed.
"How much doctor 7” asked the pa
tient after the ordeal was over.
"Ten dollars." said the dentl3t, busi
ness being dull.
"Ten dollars!” roared Dawson.
"Yes, sfr,” said the dentist. "It was
an unusually hard job getting that
tooth out, and you required twice the
ordinary amount of gas.”
"Humph!” ejaculated Dawson, as he
paid up. "Here's your money, but I tell
you right now the next time I take
gas from you you’ve got to put a meter
on me.”
A Mild Finish.
Dink*—Do you think that MareK
will go out like a lion?
Wink*—Yes; like an old toothless
lion of the circus variety.
A TEXAS CLEBGYMATT
■ peak* ttat for the Brnefl ef
fng Thousands.
Rev. &. M. Gray. Baptist clergyman,
of Whltesborov Tex., says; “Four year*
ago I suffered n»t*
ery with lumbago.
Every movement wa»
one of pain. Doan’*
Kidney Pltfs remov
ed the whole difficul
ty after only a short
time. Although I do
not like to have my
name used publicly,
I make an exception
to this case, so that
other sufferers from kidney troubl*
may profit by my experience.”
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Foster-Mllburn Oik, Buffalo, X. T.
Signification af Moles.
Many people come into the world wltlx
moles on some part of their body. Scien
tists declare that these marks are signifi
cant for good or evil. Here are the de
lineations ;
A mole on the forehead shows ambition,
wisdom and ability in the management of
affairs.
A mole on the right cheek shows tha
person Is greatly beloved and will acquire
riches and honor.
A mole on the right eye, a dullness of
understanding; on the left, quickness of
perception.
A mole on the neck shows a man pru
dent In hLs actions; on a woman, show*
weakness In iudgment and ready to be
lieve the worst of her husband.
A mole on. the shoulder denotes labor
and poverty.
A mole on the breast shows affection,
strength, courage and resolution.
A mole on the back shows a person t*
be much given to lying In bed,
A mole on the leg much gtven to walk
ing and fond of visiting distant part*
A mole cm the foot denotes a haughty
disposition.
A mole on the back of the hand a pro
pensity for other men's goods.
In Far-Off Egypt.
The Sphinx, when appealed to, Jua*
laughed
And said, “You're no-t lacking in craftl
You want me to tell
Who'll succeed Teddy? Weir
Then she mentioned a name. Was It Taftf
But there! there's no use of your tryln’
To pump the half-lady-halMIon.
I don't feel that I can
Reveal who'll be the man.
So I'll leave you to guess. Was It Bryant,
—Llpplncott’*
When New York city’s Catskill aque
duct is completed the city will hav*
water enough for a population of 7,000^
000. without any cause for anxiety.
A 8kin of Ooauty Is a Joy Torcvar.
DR T. Felix Oouraud's Oriental
Cream or Magical Beauttfiar.
,i, llllllM Tan, Pimply
. n Freckle*, Moth Patches*
i 8 Rash, and 8km Daeasea,
! ^ and every blemiafc
on beauty, and de
fies detection. It
ha* stood the teat
of 00 yearn, and
is so harm lew we
taste it tobcsurelt
is properly nude.
Accept no counter*
felt of similar
name. Dr. L. A.
Savro said fcc a
lady of the baut*
ton (a patient):
“ As you iadloa
will use them.
_ I retommend
*f/)out*HNd*« Crrsm' as the l^aat harmful of all tl»a
akin preparation*.” F*r sale by all druggist* aod Faacy
Gooda Dealers In the United Stales, Canada and Europe.
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