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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 <only 4,546 tons were produced last
1 -year. In many places it is associated
' with petroleum.
PE-RU-NA “.AST
MR. WM. E. VAHLBERG.
Mr. William F. Vablberg. Oklahoma
City, Okla., writes:
“One bottle of Peruna which I have
taken did more toward relieving me of
an aggravated case of catarrh of the
stomach, than years of treatment with
the best physicians.
“I had given up hopes of relief, and
only tried Peruna as a last resort.
“I sdiall continue using it, .as I feel
satisfied it will effect an entire and per*
manent cure.
"I most cheerfully recommend Peruna1
to all who may read this.”
Peru.:a is usually taken as a last resort..
Doctors have been tried and failed. Otherj
remedied have been used. Sanitariums;
have been visited. Travel has been re-!
sorted to.
At last Peruna is tried. Relief is found.i
This history is repeated over and over!
again, every day in the year. It is such!
results as this that gives Peruna its un-t
assailable hold upon the people. Wo
could say nothing that would add forco
to such testimonials as She above. That1
people who have had catarrh and have,
tried every other remedy available, find
relief in Peruna, constitutes the best ar
gument that could be made.
He Would “Kape a Gettin\”
Mike Kavanagh lives In Sleepy Eye,
up in Minnesota, where he carries oii|
a little truck garden and contribute*
largely to the good stories of the town.
Mike Is ltvlng with wife No. 4. Anna
was taken seriously sick. A neighbor,
meeting Mike, offered him condolenea
on the possible lor3 of No. 4. “Ah,
well,” said Mike, “as long as the Lord
kapes a takin’ I’ll kape a gettin’.”
Courage in the Witness Box.
From the London Dally Mirror.
Man is apt to suffer In the witnes*)
box from a kind of mental paralysis.]
For the true woman even the most cel
ebrated of his majesty’s counsel has no
terrors. In the old days there wera>
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.
Many a girl who looks like a peach la; *
really a lemon in disguise.
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Truth and
Quality
appeal to the Well-Informed in every
walk of life and are essential to permanent
success and creditable standing. Accor
ingly, it is not claimed that Syrup of Figs,
and Elxir of Senna is the only remedy of,
known value, but one of many reasons
why it is the best of personal and family,
laxatives is the fact that it cleanses,
sweetens anil relieves the internal organs
on which it acts without any debilitating
after effects and without having to increase
the quantity from time to time.
It acts pleasantly and naturally and
truly as a laxative, and its component
parts are known to and approved by
physicians, as it is free from all objection
able substances. To get its beneficial
effects always purchase the genuine—•
' manufactured by the California Fig Syrup
Co., only, and for sale by all leading drug*