NECESSARY. *l » ui me ueurgia »w.ci Texas grown seed. , The seed was planted Jul] blossomed August 7 and the melon ma~ 1 tured September IS, making an average growth of two pounds a day from the Ume the blossom dropped off the vine un- I til the melon ripened, and during Its growth the melon registered a maximum gain of six pounds during a single 24 hours. Only One “BROMO QUININE” Thst li LAXATIVE BROMO QUININE. Look Tor the signature of E. W. GROVE. Used the World over to Cure a Cold In One Day. !25e. HOODS WORnYn THT EVENING PROTECT HAIR Hoods are worn In the evening to ! protect the hair. Specially chic and attractive are those made of tulle In one color and lined In another. Tins dlrectolre sashes to match the costume are fetching and popular. But they are chiefly worn by women with ■light, avelt figures. Lovely little shoulder wraps such as are worn by the well dressed Chinese. 1 are being used for the theater. They are made of unllned silk crepe and some of the more costly are trimmed i with exquisite hand embroidery. Lace frill* are being put Into drese and coat sleeve*. Women who own fine j rare laces of whom there are many in France, are bringing them out for this purpose. They are thought to add much to the grace of a hand. Lace fans are being carried more this ' .season than In some years. Those made of mother of pearl sticks and | Alencon lace ape much valued. The orchid is the most popular artl- ' flclal flower of the season and Is used Tor everything from a corsage to a muff .ornament. i The cabochon stones hanging from a I thin gold chain are all the rage In Lon •don. This has been largely brought .‘about by Queen Alexandra wearing a cabochon emerald recently. H# Was Happy. ,( From the Omaha Daily News. ; H, H. Baldrige Is an attorney who lias handled a number of estates and has heard many widows tell what /"lovely" husbands they had. In many .oases he knew the dead husband was not accorded the beat treatment by his .wife. • He likes to tell this story: - “The widow of a much abused hus band wondertd If he was happy In < the other world. She consulted a me* dlum, who called up his spirit, and the widow asked If he was happy. " ‘Yes, Mary, I'm very happy,' re plied John's spirit. “ 'Oh. John, dear are you very i happy?' further asked the widow. “ 'Yes Mary. More than when I was on earth.’ " 'Why. John. If you are happier than when you were by my aide, please tell me where you are," anx iously asked the widow. " 'Yes, Mary. I’m In the Infernal regions,’ good naturedly replied tha spirit.” ___ NEW LIFE Found In Change to Right Food, After one suffers from acid dyspep sia, sour stomach, for months and then find* the remedy Is In getting the right kind of food, it is something to speak •ut about. A N. T. lady and her yonng son had auch an experience and she wants oth- I |» to know how to get relief. She . writes: “For about fifteen months my little ' boy and myself had suffered with sour stomach. We were tillable to retain much of anything we ate. “After suffering In this way for so long I decided to consult a specialist j tn stomach diseases, tnatead of pre scribing drugs, he put us both ou Grape-Nuts and we began to Improve Immediately. “It was the key to a new life. I found we had been eating too much heavy food which we could not digest. In a few weeks after commencing Grape-Nuts, I was able to do my house work. 1 wake in the morning with a clear head and feel rested and have no sour stomach. My boy sleeps well and wakes with a laugh. "We have regained our lost weight and continue to eat Grape-Nuts for both the morning and evening meals. We are well and happy and owe It to Grape-Nuts.” "There’s a Reason.” Name given by Postum Co„ Battle Creek. Mich. Read “The Road to Well vtlle,” In pkgs. Ever read the above letter 1 A new one appears from time to time. They are genuine, true, and full ol human interest. The Crime of Sir tke Boulevard CHAPTER VIII—Continued. Bernnrdet, alert, with his eyes wide open, studying the faces, searching the eyes, mingled with the crowd, looked ut the Hie of people, scrutinized, one by one, the signatures; Bernardet, in mourning, wearing black gloves, seemed more like an Undertaker's assistant than a police spy. Once he found him self directly in front of the open door of the lodge and the table where the leaves lay covered with signatures. When In the half light of the corridor draped with black, where the bier lay, he saw a man of about BO, pale and very sad looking. He had arrived In his turn In the line at the table, where he signed his name. Mine, Monlche, clothed In black, with a white handker chief in her hand, although she was not weeping, found herself side by side with Bernardet; In fact their elbows touched. When the man reached the table, com ing from the semidarkness of the pas sage, and stepped into the light which fell on him from the window, the port ress Involuntarily exclaimed: “Ah!” she was very much excited and caught the police officer by the hand and said: "I am afraid.” She spoke In such a low’ tone that Bernardet divined rather than heard what she meant In that stiffed cry. He looked at her from the corner of his eye. He saw that she was ghastly, and again she spoke In a low tone, "he, he whom I saw with M. Rovere before the open safe." Bernardet gave the man one sweep ing glance of the eye. He fairly pierced him through with his sharp look. The unknown, half bent over the table whereon lay the papers, showed a wide forehead, slightly bald, and a pointed beard, a little gray, which almost touched the white paper as he wrote Ills name. Suddenly the police officer experienced a strange sensation. It seemed to him that his face, the shape of the head, the pointed beard, he had recently seen somewhere, and that this human sil houette recalled to him an Image which he had recently studied. The percep tion of a possibility of a proof gave him a shock. This man who was there made him think suddenly of that phan tom discernible In the ptiutographs taken of the retina of the murdered man’s eye. "Who Is that man?” Bernardet shivered with pleasurable excitement and Insisted upon his own Impression that this unknown strongly recalled the Image obtained and men tally he compared this living man, bending over the table, writing his name, with that specter which had the air of a trooper which had appeared In the photograph. The contour was the same, not only of the face, but the beard. This man reminded one of a seigneur of the time of Henry III, ahd Bernardet found In that face something formidable. The man had signed his name. He raised his head, and his face, of a dull white, was turned full toward the police officer. Their looks crossed, keen on Bernardet's side, veiled In the unknown, but before the fixity of the officer’s gaze the strange man dropped his head for a moment; and then in his turn he fixed a piercing, almost menacing, gaze on Bernardet. Then the latter slowly dropped his eyes and bowed. The unknown went out quickly and was lost In the crowd be fore the house. "It Is he; It Is he.” repeated the por tress, who trembled as If she had seen a ghost Scarcely had the unknown disap peared than the police officer took but two steps to reach the table, and, bend ing over It In hts turn, he read the name written by that man: "Jacques Dantin,” The name awakened no remembrance In Bernardet’s mind, and now It was a living problem that he had to solve. "Tell no one that you have seen that man,” he hastily said to Mme. Moniche. "No one. Do you hear?’’ .,And he hur ried out |nto the boulevard, picking his way through the crotyd and watching out’to flffd-that Jatques Dantin. whim he wtahad-to follow, m — , CHAi’TJCR I*. Jacques Dantin, moreover, was npt difUf'ulf to Arid In tlie crowd. He stood near the funerat icar; Hlsi alp was very sad. Bernardet had a fine opportunity to examine him at his ease. He was an elegant looking man. slender, with a resolute air and frowning eyebrows, which gave his face a very energetlo look. His head bared to the cold wind, he stood like a statue while the bearers placed the casket In the funeral car, and Bernardet noticed the shaking of the head—a distressed shaking. The longer the police officer looked at him, studied him, the stronger grew the re semblance to the Image In the photo graph. Bernardet would soon know who this Jacques Dantin was, and even at this moment he asked a question or two of some of his assistants. "Do you know who that gentleman Is standing near the hearse?” "No.” "Do you know what Jacques Dantin does? Was he one of M. Rovere’s Inti mate friends?” "Jacques Dantin?" "Yes. See, there, with the pointed beard." "I do not know him." Bernardet thought that if he ad dressed the question to M. Dantin him self he might learn all he wished to know at once, and he approached him at the moment the procession started and walked along with him almost to the cemetery, striving to enter Into con versation with him. He spoke of the dead man, sadly lamenting M, Rovere s sad fate, but he found his neighbor very silent. Upon the sidewalk of the boulevard the dense crowd stood In re spectful silence and uncovered as the cortege passed, and the officer noticed that some loose petals from the flow ers drooped upon the roadway. "There are a great many flowers.” he remarked to his neighbor. "It is rather surprising, as M. Rovere seemed to have so few friends." "He has had many,” the man brusquely remarked. His voice was hoarse and quivered with emotion. Ber nardet saw that he was strongly moved Was it sorrow? Was It bitterness of spirit? Remorse •'erhaps. The man did not seem, moreover, in a very soft ened mood. He walked along with his eyes upon the funeral car, his head uncovered in spite of the cold, and seemed to be in deep thought. The po lice officer studied him from a corner of his eye. His wrinkled face was intelli gent and bore an expression of weari ness, but there was something hard about the set of the mouth and insol ent in the turned up end of the mus tache. As they approached the cemetery at Montnmrre—the Journey was not a long one In which to make conversation.— Bernardet ventured a decisive question. "Did you know M. Rovere very well?" The other replied,” “very well." “And whom do you think could have had any Interest In this matter?" The question was brusque and cut like a knife. Jacques Dantin hesitated in his reply, looking keenly at they walked along at this little man with his smil ing aspect, whose name he did not know and who had questioned him. "It Is because I have a great Interest In at once commencing my researches," said Bernardet, measuring his words in order to note the effect which they would produce on this unknown man. "I am a police detective." Oh! This time Bernardet saw Dantln shiver. There was no doubt of It. This close contact with a police officer trou bled him, and he turned pale and a quick spasm passed over his face. His anxious eyes searched Bernardet's face but, content with stealing an occasional glance of examination toward his neighbor, the little man walked along with eyes cast toward the ground. He studied Jacques Dantln In sudden, quick turns of the eye. The car advanced slowly, turned the corner of the boulevard and passed Into the narrow avenue which led to God’s Acre. The arch of the Iron bridge led to the Campo Santo, like a viaduct of living beings over to the land of sleep, for it was packed with a curious crowd. It was a scene for a melodrama, the cortege and the funeral car covered with wreaths. Bernardet, still walking by Dantln's side, continued to question him. The agent noticed that these ques tions seemed to embarras M. Rovere’s pretended friend. "Is It a long time since M. Rovere and Jacques Dantln have known each other?” "We have been friends since child hood.” "And did you see him often?" "No. Life had separated us.” "Had you seen him recently? Mme. Monlche said that you had.” “Who is Mme. Monlche?” "The concierge of the house and a sort of housekeeper for M. Rovere." "Ah! Yes!” said Jacques Dantln, as If he had just remembered some for gotten sight. Bernardet, by Instinct, read this man's thoughts, saw again with him also the tragic scene when the portress, suddenly entering M. Ro vere’s apartments, had seen him stand ing face to face with Dantln In front of the open safe, with a great quantity of papers spread out. "Do you believe that he had many enemies?” asked the police agent, with deliberate calculation. "No, Duntln sharply replied with out hesitation. Bernardet waited a mo ment. Then In a firm voice he said, “M. Glnory will no doubt count a good deal on you In order to bring about the arrest of the assassin." "M. Glnory?" "Tho examining magistrate.” "Then he will have to make haste with his Investigation," Jacques Dan tln replied. “I shall soon be obliged to leave Paris.” This reply astonished Bernardet. This departure, of which the motive was probably a simple one, seemed to him strange under the tragic circumstances. M. Dantin, moreover, did not hesitate to give him, without hlB asking for It, his address, adding that he would hold himself In readiness from his return from the cemetery at the disposition of the examining mag istrate. “The misfortune Is that I can tell nothing, as I know nothing. I do not even suspect who could have any In-' terest In killing that unfortunate man. A professional criminal, without doubt.” "I do not believe so.” The cortege had now reached one of the side avenues. A white fog envel oped everything, and the marble tombs shone ghostly through It. The spot chosen by M. Rovere himself was at the end of the Avenue de la Cloche. The car slowly rolled toward the open grave. Mme. Monlche, overcome with grief, staggered as she walked along, but her husband, the tailor, seemed to be equal to the occasion and to his role. They both assumed different ex pressions behind their dead, and Paul Rodler walked along Just In front of them, notebook In hand. Bernardet promised himself to keep close watch of Dantin and see In what manner he carried himself at the tomb. A pressure of the crowd separated them for a moment, but the officer was perfectly satisfied. Standing on the other side of the grave, face to face with him, was Dantin. A row of the most curious had pushed In ahead of Bernardet, but In this way he could better see Dantln’s face and not miss the quiver of a mus cle. He stood on tiptoe and peered this way und that between the heads and could thus scrutinize and analyze with out being perceived himselr. Dantin was standing on the very edge of the grave. He held himself very upright. In a tense, almost ag gressive way and looked from time to time Into the grave with an expression of anger and almost defiance. Of what was he thinking? In that attitude, which seemed to be a revolt against the destiny which had come to his friend, Bernardet read a kind of hard ening of the will against an emotion which might become excessive and tell tale. He was not as yet persuaded to the guiltiness of this man, but he did not find In that expression of defiance the tenderness which ought to be shown for a friend—a lifelong friend, as Dan tin had said that Rovere was—and, then, the more he examined him—there, for example, seein-r his dark silhouette clearly defined In front of the dense white of a neighboring column—the more the aspect of this man corres ponded with that of the vision trans fixed In the dead man’s eye. Yes, It was the same profile of a trooper, his hand upon his hip, as If resting upon a rapier. Bernardet blink ed his eyes In order to better see that man. He perceived a man who strong ly recalled the vague form found In that retina, and his conviction came to the aid of his instinct, gradually In creased and became, little by little. In vincible, Irresistible. He repeated the address which this man had given him, "Jacques Dantln, Rue de Richelieu. 114." He would make haste to give that nkme to M. Ginory and have a ci tation served upon him. Why should this Dantln leave Paris? What were the passions, the vices of the man standing there with the austere mien of a Huguenot In front of the open graye? Bernardet saw that despite his strong will and his wish to stand there impas sive Jacques Dantln was troubled when, with a heavy sound, the casket glided over the cords down Into the grave. He bit the ends of his mustache and his gloved hand made several irresistible nervous movements. And the look cast into that grave! The look cast at that casket lying in the bottom of that grave! On that casket was a plate bearing the inscription, "Louis Pierre Rovere.” The mute look, rapid find grtef stricken, was cast upon that open casket, which contained the body—the gash across its throat, dissected, muti lated, the face with those dreadful eyes, which had been taken from their orbits and, after delivering up their secret, replaced. They now defiled past the grave, and 1 Dantln, the first, with a hand which trembled, sprinkled upon the casket those drops of water which are tor our * dead the last tears. Ah. but he was pale, almost livid, and how he trembled —this man with a stern face! Ber nardet noticed the slightest trace of emotion. He approached In his turn and took the holy water sprinkler. Then as he turned away, desirous of catch ing up with M. Dantin, he heard his name called, and turning saw Paul Rodler, whose face was all smiles. "Well, M. Bernardet, what news?” he asked. The tall young man had a charming air. "Nothing new,” said the agent. "You know that this murder has aroused a great deal of interest?” "I do not doubt it.” "Leon Luzarche Is* enchanted. Yes. Luzarche, the novelist. He had begun i a novel, of which the first installment ! was published In the same paper which j brought out the first news of the crime \ of the Boulevard de Clichy, and as the paper has sold, sold, sold he thinks that it is his story which has caused the Immense and increased sales. No one is reading ‘L'Ange-Gnome,’ but the murder. All novelists ought to try to have a fine assassination published at the same time as their serials, so as to Increase the sales of the paper. What a fine collaboration, monsieur! Pleas antry, monsieur! Have you any un published facts?” "No." "Not one? Not a trace?” "Nothing,” Bernardet replied. “Oh, well! I—I have some, monsieur —but it will surprise you. Read my paper. Make the papers sell.” "But”—began the officer. "See here! Professional secret! Only have you thought of the woman in black who came occasslonally to see the ex-consul?” "Certainly.” “Well, she must be made to come back—that woman in black. It is not an easy thing to do, but I believe that I have ferreted her out. Yes, In one of the provinces.” "Where?” Professional secret," repeated the reporter, laughing. "And if M. Glnory asks for your pro feslonal secret?” ”1 will answer him as I answer you. Read my paper. Read Lutece.” "But the judge—to him—” “Professional secret,” said Paul Ro dier for the third time. “But what a romance It would make! The woman In black!” While listening Bernardet had not lost sight of M. Dantln, who, In the center of one of the avenues, stood look ing at the slowly moving crowd of cu riosity seekers. He seemed to be vainly searching for a familiar face. He looked haggard. Whether it was grief or remorse, he certainly showed vio lent emotion. The police officer divined that a sharp struggle was taking place within that man's heart, and the sad ness was great with which he watched that crowd in order to discover some familiar face, but he beheld only those of the curious. What Bernardet con sidered of the greatest importance was not to lose sight of this person of whose existence he was Ignorant an hour before, and who, to him, was the perpetrator of the deed or an accom-1 plice. He followed Dantln at a dis tance, who from the cemetery at- Mont marte went on foot directly to the Rue de Richelieu and stopped at the num-' ber he had given, 114. Bernardet allowed some minutes to' pass after the man on whose track he was had entered. Then he asked the concierge If M. Jacques Dantln was at home. He questioned him closely and became convinced that M. Rovere’s friend had really lived there two years and had no profession. "Then,” said the police agent, “it Is not this Dantln for whom I am looking. He Is a banker.” He excused himself, went out, hailed a flacre and gave the order, "To the prefecture.” His report to the chief, M. Morel, was soon made. He listened to him with attention, for he had absolute confidence In the police officer. “Never any gaff with Bernardet,” M. Morel was wont to say. He, like Bernardet. soon felt convinced that this man was prob ably the murderer of the ex-consul. "As to the motive which led to the crime, we shall know It later.” He wished, above everything else, to have strict Inquiries made into Dantin’s past life and in regard to his present existence, and the Inquiries would be compared with his answers to the ques tions which M. Glnory would ask him when he had been cited as a witness. “Go at once to M. Ginory’s room Bemadet,” said the chief. “During this time I would learn a little about wljat kind of a man this Is." (Continued Next Week.) POLICE METHODS IN WARSAW. Arrested All the Men of ■ Certain Name and Imprisoned Them. Warsaw Correspondence Pall Mall Ga zette. , Sherlock Holmes would not find much to praise In the methods employed by the Warsaw police when trying to trace crim inals. An Instance of their brilliance la now making all those .not lmmediaely con cerned therein laugh. Some time ago Mr. Hautke, a manufacturer, was shot while leaving his works, and the murderers could not be found. The other day rumors ran through the town that one of the criminals was named Mallckt. The police heard this rumor, ob tained the addresses of all males In War saw bearing this name from the munici pal address bureau, and arrested them without delay. Then they sent for the murdered man's relatives, confronted them with some hun dred Mallckls In turn, and asked, "Is this the man who murdered Mr. Hautke?" As none of Mr. Hautke’s relatives was with him at the time of the murder, their an swers were, without exception, “I cannot say,” and they were finally dismissed. But the Mallckls were not so fortunate, and are still under arrest pending further Inquiries. Some of them begged the rela tives to say they were Implicated in the murder, so that they could at least be let out on ball. As It Is, though they declare they know nothing of the crime, they are packed In cells like herrings In a barrel, and are likely to remain there till the real culprits appear. The Incident sounds more like one of Gogol's satires on Russian bureaucratlo methods than of plain fact. All the Ma llckls vow they will employ their first hours of liberty In tracing and lynching those who floated the story of their Im plication in the murder. To Temper the Wind. From the Philadelphia Record. A mot of Dr. Weir Mitchell, the fa mous poet and novelist, Is going the rounds of the Franklin Inn, a literary club of Philadelphia. On a particularly blustery March morning, the story goes, Dr. Mitchell walked around City Hall square with a young editor. As the two men held onto their hats and leaned against the blast. Dr. Mitchell said: "I think a shorn lamb should be kept tethered here, don't you? Providence then might be induced to temper the wind.” ___ Speculated. “Why do you assert that the stock was watered?" "Gad, don't I know, I got my feet wet." "The trouble witn most men—women," says an exchange. It will read as well and be as true If reversed to read—“The trouble with moat women—men." CRACK SHOT KILLS FLY 20JARDS AWAY Some Clever Feats With Revol vers—One Played Piano Selection With Bullets. Mr. Walter Wlnans, the well known millionaire sportsman, who is making arrangements for the deadliest shots in the world to exhibit their skill in London, is himself perhaps the most phenomenal marksman living today, indeed, his feats with revolver and rifle are so amazing that they border on the miraculous. Some years ago at a fete at Bagshot he gave some very astonishing exhibi tions of his marksmanship for the en tertainment of the visitors. Among other equally wonderful feats were the following: He sent bullet after bullet clean through the center of the ace of hearts held at a distance of a dozen yards, never once missing his tiny bull's eye during the whole afternoon. He repeatedly shattered a glass ball placed on the glass of his watch as it lay face upward on a table: and out of six visiting cards placed edgewise be fore him he cut five in halves with six consecutive shots. But perhaps his most remarkable performance was that at the Brighton rifle gallery a few years ago, when, firing 33 consecutive shots with a re volver at a target 16 yards distant, he placed a bullet on a bull’s eye only three Inches in diameter, scarcely aa large as the palm of a man's hand! Killed 103 Stags. Mr. Walter Winans' rifle shooting, by the way, Is quite as amazing as his markmanshlp with the revolver, and the stag which can escape, at any pos sible range, from his death dealing bul let Is exceedingly lucky. He has killed as many as 103 stags In a single sea son. Including the record of 12 in one stalk, while'some years ago he had ac counted for 1,000 stags. The record feat of killing a dozen stags in a single stalk was performed by crawling up to a herd of 15, and killing 12 before they could escape out of range! Oh one occasion, too, Mr. Louis Winans. who Is little less clever than his fa mous brother, laid 20 stags low with as many consecutive bullets. Mr. Walter Winans, who Is as mod est as he Is clever, always tells that the late Chevalier Ira Paine was a much deadlier shot than himself, and he tells how, on one occasion, the chev alier killed a bluebottle fly which had settled on the white part of a target 20 yards away. This performance ranks as quite the most wonderful In the annals of shooting—and no wonder. But there have been many famous shots before Paine and Winans handled a revolver, and one of the greatest of them all was Captain Horatio Ross, W'ho was In his prime about 80 years ago, and of whom some remarkable stories are told. Played the Piano. On one occasion the captain wagered $100 with Mr. George Foljambe that with a pistol firing a single ball, he would kill 10 brace of swallows on the wing in one day. The feat seemed hu manly impossible, but Captain Ross actually polished off his 2 0 swallows .before an early breakfast. Almost equally remarkable was a contest between Captain Ross and a ifamous Spanish marksman for $50 a side. The match was held at the fa mous Red House Inclosure, the distance was 12 yards, the number of shots 50, and the target an ordinarw playing card with a bull’s eye, the exact size of a sixpence, marked on its back. The captain, who proved an easy winner, actually hit the diminutive bull’s eye 23 times out of the last 25 shots. Mr. John Tharp, of Newmarket, was another adept of these long-gone days. One of his favorite feats was to shoot at coins flung high In the air; and on one occasion, for a wager of £100, he ac tually struck 97 pennies out of 100. A few years ago a Frenchman, M. Gaston Bordeverry, gave an extraor dinary demonstration of shooting skill In Paris. A piece of sugar was placed on his assistant’s head at a distance of a dozen yards, and M. Bordeverry shot It off with a revolver bullet without touching a hair of the man’s head. When a 60-centime piece (about the size of a sixpence) was submitted for the lump of sugar it -was removed Just as cleverly, and at a greater distance a visiting card was cut cleanly In two. These feats are wonderful enough, but nothing compared with what fol lowed. Standing 10 yards from a piano monsler played with his rain of bullets, in brilliant style, a difficult selection from "Cavalleria Rusticana,” the ac companying words being sung by a quartet of vocalists. During the entire piece not a single bullet missed Its proper note on the piano. How Germany Builds a Navy. From Leslie’s Weekly. While appropriations for the United States navy have been more or less buffeted about in committee and on the floors, of the Senate and House of Rep resentatives, we have had in recent years a very conspicuous example of the beneficial results accruing from a continuous and regular naval ship building policy, such as that at pres ent under way in the German empire. Beginning with 1898 the Germans have been acting on a definite program worked out for several years in ad vance. It has been known far ahead of the time of beginning construction Just how many vessels of the various classes were to be laid down each year, ' al though later acts have much Increased the numbers and sizes. The act of 1898 contemplated the acquisition of a navy including 20 battleships, eight coast defenders, 12 large and 29 small cruis ers, besides six destroyers, to be laid down annually. This total Included a number of ships already In existence, and work was prosecuted on the oth ers at the rate of two or three large ships each year. In 1900 a supplemen tary act increased the battleships to 88, the large crlusers to 14 and the small cruisers to 38. In 1906 the large cruisers were Increased to 20, and the destroyers to be laid down each year were raised from six to 12. In 1907 the active life of all vessels was declared decreased to 20 years, after Which new construction would fill the place or each vessel so retired, without such construction being Included in the reg ular list for additions to the navy. Follow Orders. From the Circle. General Frederick D. Grant said to his servant one morning: "James, I have left my mess boots, out. I want them soled.” "Yes, sir,” the servant answered. The rtiajor, dressing for dinner that night, said again: "I suppose, James, that you did as I told you about those boots 7" James laid 35 cents on the bureau. "Yes, sir,” said he, “and this is all I could get for them, though the cor poral who bought ’em said he’d have 1 given half a dollar if pay day hadn’t j been so far off." ^ _ Coal has been found in nearly every 1 island of the Philippine archipelago, but such things as professional witnessed If the trade were not extinct, and worn-1 an cared to stoop so low, she would as suredly conquer at It. Glasses and Glasses. From the Catholic Standard Times. “I’m troubled a great deal with] headaches in the morning,” sal® Luschinan. “Perhaps It’s my eyes; do you think I need stronger glasses?” “No." replied Dr. Wise, meaningly, “what you need is not stronger glasses* but fewer.” There Is more Catarrh In this seetloa of. the country than all other diseases put to gether, and until the Inst few years was sup posed to be incurable. For a great many years doctors pronounced iff a local dlseaao and prescribed local remedies, and by con stantly failing to cure with local treatment, pronounced It Incurable. Science has proven catarrh to be a constitutional disease and therefore requires constitutional treatment. Hall’s Catarrh Cure, manufactured by F. J. Cheney & Co., Toledo, Ohio, is the only con stitutional cure on the market. It ia taken Internally In doses from 10 drops to a tea ■poonful. It acts directly on the blood and mucous surfaces of the system. They offer one hundred dollars for any case It fails to cure. Send for circulars and testimonials. Address: f. J. CHENEY A CO., Toledo, O. Sold by Druggists. 75c. Take Hall’s Family ?>U» for constipation. SHORT BONES IN CORSETS. It is interesting to know that while corsets are longer, the bones In them are shorter. They go over a part of the hip, but do not run down to the end of the corset. These long bones were found disastrous, as they were constantly breaking or bending and pushing the corset into a curve below the waist. Now the bones stop short enough to prevent breakage, and the coutllle is strapped and stitched and fitted to the figure for the rest of the length. Affinities. From the London Opinion. First Bridesmaid—They are well matched, don’t you think? Second Bridesmaid—Rather; she’s grass widow and he's a vegetarian. 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