The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965, January 14, 1909, Image 2

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    The Crime of !
the Bcralevardl
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CHAPTER XIII.—(Continued.)
"Yes,” Prades answered.
The police officer looked at them
again; then, saluting the brigadier and
his men, wished them good night and
even added a little gesture, rather
mockingly, in the direction of the. ar
resN d man. Prados mad'- an angry, al
most menacing, moveme nt toward Tk*r
nardet. The guards standing about
pulled him back, w hile the plump, smil
ing little rnan, caressing hi* sandy
mustache and humming a. tune, went
out into the street.
One would have taken M. Bernardet, ;
for a happy little bourgeois, going (
home from some theater through the i
deserted street and repeating n verse
from some vaudeville, rather than a
police spy who had just secured a prize.
JIo walked quickly, he walked gayly.
Jle reached his home, where* Mine. Ik*r
tiardet, always rosy and pleasant,
awaited him and where Ids three lit
tle girls were sleeping. He felt that
fike the Roman emperor, he had not
lost his day.
Ho again hummed the quatrain, and
although not in a loud tone still it
sounded like a far off fanfare of vic
tory in the gray fog of this Paris
night.
CHAPTER XIV.
M. Ginory was not without uneasi
ness when he thought of the detention
of Jacques Dantin. Without doubt the
prisoners, ail accused persons, are reti
cent. They try to hide their guilt under
voluntary silence. They do not speak
because they have sworn not to. They
are bound, one knows not by whom, by
an oath which they cannot break. It is
the ordinary system of the guilty who
cannot defend themselves. Mystery
seems to them safety.
But Dantin, intimately acquainted
•with Rovere’s life, might lie acquainted
with some secret which he could not
disclose and which did not pertaih to
him at nil. What secret? Had not an
examining magistrate a right to know
everything? Had not an accused man
a right to speak? Either Dantin had
nothing to reveal and he was playing
a comedy and was guilty, or if by a few
words, by a confidence made to the
magistrate, he could escape an accusa
tion, recover his liberty, without doubt
he would speak after having kept an
Inexplicable silence. How could one
suppose that an innocent man would
hold for a long time to this mute sys
tern?
The discovery of the portrait in
Mme. Colard's shop ought, naturally, to
give to the affair a new turn. The ar
rest of Charles Prades brought an im
portant element to these researches. He
would bo examined by M. Ginory the
next morning, after having been ques
tioned by the commissary of police.
Ilernardet, spruce, freshly shaven,
was there anil seemed in his well
brushed redingolo like a little abbe
come to assist at some curious cere
mony.
Oft the contrary. Prades, after a
sleepless night, a night of agony, paler
than the evening before, his face llerce
and Its muscles contracted, had a hag
gard expression, and he blinked his
eyes like a night bird suddenly
brought Into glaring sunlight. He re
lented before the examining magistrate
what he had said to the brigadier. But
his voice, vibrant a few hours before,
had become heavy, almost raucous, as
the haughty expression of his face
had become sullen and tragic.
, Tho examining magistrate had cited
Mme. Colard, tho shopkeeper, to appear
before him. She instantly recognized
In this Prades the man who had sold
her the lltlle panel by Paul Baudry.
He denied it. He did not know of
what they were talking. He had never
«ocn this woman. Ho knew nothing
«boqt any portrait.
“It belonged to M. Rovere,” the
magistrate replied "AI. Rovere, the
murdered man; M. Rovere, who was
consul at Buenos Ayres, and you spoke
yesterday of Buenos Ayres In tho ex
,amlnatlon at tho station house In the
JtUie do la Rochefoucauld."
“M, Rovere? Buenos Ayres?" repeat
ed the young man, rolling his som
brero around his Ungers.
He repeated that he did not know
the ex-consul, that lie hnd never been
In South America, that he had eomo
from Sydney.
Bernardet at this moment Interrupt
ed him by taking his hat from him
without saying a word, and Prades
cast a very angry look at tho little
sunn.
M. Ginory understood Bernardet a
movrt anil approved with a smile. He
looked In the Inside of the sombrero
Which Bernardet handed te him.
The hat bore the address of Gordon.
Smithson & Co. Berner street, London.
"But after all," thought the magis
trate, "Buenos Ayres Is one of the mar
kets for English goods."
"That is a hat bought at Sydney,"
Prades (who had understood) ex
plained.
Before the bold, decided, almost vio
lent affirmations which Mme. colard
made that this was certainly the seller
of tho portrait the young man lost
countenance a lltlle. lie kept saying
over and over; "You deceive yourself.
Madame, 1 have never spoken to you. I
have never seen you.”
When AT. Ginory asked her if she
still persisted in saying that this was
the man who had sold her tho picture,
who said:
"Do 1 stiH persist? With my neck
under the guillotine I would persist."
Av»d she kept repeating: “1 am sure of
It. 1 nm sure of it."
This preliminary examination brought
about no decisit e result. It was cer
tain if this portrait had boon In the
possession of till.- young man and been
sold by him and lie (Charles Prados)
was an accomplish of Dantin's, if not
the author of the crime. They ought,
then, to be brought faee to face, and
possibly this might bring about an im
mediate result. And why not have tills
meeting take place at once, before
Praties was sent where Dantin was, at
Mar. as?
M. Ginory, who had uttered this
word Mazur." noticed the expression
of terror which flashed across and sud
denly transfigured the young man’s
face.
Prados stammered:
“Then—you—will hold me? Then—I
e:n not free?"
M. Ginory did not reply, lie gave an
order that this Prados should be guard
ed until tile arrival of Dantin from
Muzas.
fn Mazos, in that walled prison, in
the cell which had already made him
ill, Jacques Dantin sat. This man with
the trooper's air seemed almost to be in
a state of collapse. When the guard
came to his cell, he drew himself up
and endeavored to collect all his energy,
and when the door was opened and he
was called he appeared quite like him
self. When ho saw the prison wagon
which had brought hint to Mazas and
now awaited to take him to the Palais
via Justice, he instinctively recoiled;
then, recovering himself, he entered the
narrow vehicle.
The Hea, the sensation, that he was
so near n!! this life, yet so far—that
lie w.is going through these streets, fill
ed with < arriages, with men and women
who were free gave him a desperate,
a nervous, sense of irritation.
The air which they breathed he
breathed and feit fan his brow, but
through a grating. They arrived at the J
palm's, and Jacques Hlantln recognized
their staircases which he had previous- l
Iv mounted that led t* the examining
magistrate's room. He entered the nar
row room where M. Ginery awaited him. j
Dantin saluted the magistrate with a j
gesture which, though courteous, Seem- 1
ed to have a lit lie bravado in it, as a
salutation with a sword before a duel.
Then he glanced around, astonished to j
see between two guards a man whom j
he did not recognize.
M. CSInory studied them. If he knew ;
this Prados, who also curiously re
turned his look Jacques Dantin was a
great comedian, because no indication,
not the slightest involuntary shudder,
not the faintest trace of an expression
of having seen him before. Generally
prisoners would unconsciously permit
a gesture, a glance, a something to es
cape them when they were brusquely
confronted unexpectedly with some ac- |
complice. This time not a muscle of
Dantin’s face moved, not an eyelash
quivered.
M. Glnory motioned Jacques Dantin 1
to a scat directly In front of him, where 1
the light would fall upon his face.
Pointing out Prados, lie asked:
“Do you recognize this man?"
Dantin, after a second or two, re- !
plied:
"No; I have never seen him."
“Never?"
“J believe not. He is unknown to
me."
“And you. Prudes, have you ever seen
Jacques Dantin?"
“Never,” said Praties, In his turn.
His voice seemed hoarse compared with
the brief, clear response made bv Dan
tin.
"He is, however, the original of the
portrait which you sold to Mine, Go
lard."
“The portrait?"
"Hook sharply at Dantin. Look at
him well," repeated M. Ginory. “You
must recognize that he is the original
of the portrait in question."
"Yes," Prudes replied. His eyes were
fixed upon the prisoner.
"Ah!" the magistrate joyously ex
claimed, asking, “And how, tell me, did
you recognize the original of the por
trait which you saw only an instant in
my room?"
"I do not know," stammered Praties,
not comprehending the gravity of a
question put In an Insinuating, almost
amiable, tone.
"Oh, well," continued M. Glnory, still
In a conciliating tone. "I am going to
explain to you. It Is certain tl;: t you
recognize these features because you
bad a long time in which to contem
plate them; because you had It a long
time In your hands when you were
trying to pull off the frame."
"The frame? What frame?” asked the
young man, stupifled, net taking Ills
eyes from the magistrate’s face, which
seemed to him endowed with some oc
cult power. M. Glnory went on:
"The frame which you had trouble
In removing, since the scratches show
in the wood. And what if, after taking
the portrait to Rime. Cptard's shop, we
should find the frame In question at an
other place, at some other shop? That
would not be very difficult." And M.
Glnory smiled at Hernardet. ''Wlyit if
wo could add another new deposition
to that of Rime, Oorland’s? Yes; what
if to that clear, decisive deposition we
could add another—what would you
have to say?”
Silence! Prndes turned liis head
around; his eyes wandered about, as If
searching to find an outlet or a sirp
port. gasping like a man who has been
Injured.
Jacques Dantln looked at him at the
same moment when the magistrate,
with a glance keener, moro piercing
than ever, seemed to search his very
soul. The young man was now pallid
and unmanned.
At length Prados pronounced some
words. What did lav want of him?
What frame was he talking of and
who was this other dealer of whom the
magistrate spoke and whom ho had
called a second time: Where was this
witness with “the new deposition?"
"One Is enough." he said, casting a
ferocious look at Mine. Polard, who, on
a sign from Rl. Glnory, had entered,
pale and full of fear.
He added In a menacing tone:
"One is oven too much.”
The fingers of his right hand con
tracted. as if around a knife handle.
At this moment Hernardet. who was
studying each gesture which the man
made, was convinced that the murderer
of Revere was there. lie saw that
hand armed with the knife, the one
which had been found in his pocket,
striking Ills victim, gashing the ex
consul':! throat.
Rut, then, Dantln? An accomplice,
without doubt; tin: head of which the
adventurer was the arm. Because in
the dead man’s eye Dantin’s image ap
peared, reflected as clear proof, like an
accusation, showing the person who
was last seen In ltovere’s supreme ag
ony, Jacques Dantln was there. The
«‘>v spoke.
Mine. Colard's testimony no longer
permitted M. Ginory to doubt. This
Charles Trades was certainly tho man
who sold the portrait.
Nothing could bo proved except that
the two men had never met. No sign
of emotion showed that Hantin had
ever seen the young man before. The
latter alone betrayed himself when he
was going to Muzas with the original
of the portrait painted by Baudry.
But. however, as the magistrate un
derlined It with precision, the fact
alone of recognizing Dentin constituted
against l’rades a new charge. Added
t° the testimony, to the formal affirma
tion of the shopkeeper, this charge be
came grave.
Coldly M. Ginory said to the regis
trar, "An order!”
Then, when Favorel had taken a
paper engraved at the top, which
Crudes tried to decipher, the magis
trate began to question him, and as M.
Ginory spoke slowly Favore filled in
the blank places which made a free
man a prisoner.
"You are called?" demanded M. Gi
norv.
"Crudes."
“Your first name?”
"Henri."
"Yon said Charles to the commissary
of police,"
"Henri Charles—Charles—Henri."
'Pile magistrate did not even make a
sign to Favorel, seated befero the ta
ble. and who wrote very quickly with
out M. Ginory dictating to him.
"Your profession?" continued the
magistrate.
"Commission merchant."
“Your age?"
" Twenty-eight.”
“Your residence?"
"Sydney, Australia."
Aud upon ttds official paper the re
[ piles were filled in one by one In the
! blank nlaces:
< 'ourt of the First Instance of the Depart -
I ment of the Seine:
We, Edme-Armand
Warrant of commit- Georges Ginory. ex
! ment against Pra- aminlng magistrate
des. of the court of the
I- first instance of the
Ttfote.—Write ex- department of the
j acfly the names, Seine, command and
i Ghristian names, enjoin all of tiers and
[ professions. age guards of the public
residence and na- force to conduct to
lure of charge. the prison of deten
I - lion, called the
| Description. Mazas, In conform
ity to the law. Pra
Height m<‘tcr des (Charles Ilenri)
aged 2.8 years, com
centlmeters mission merchant
from Sydney. Accus
Forehead ed of complicity in
the murder of Louis
Nose Pierre Kovere. We
direct the director of
Eyes said house of deten
tion to hold him till
Mouth further orders. We
command every man
Mouth in the public to lend
assistance in order
Chin to execute the pres
ent order, in case
Eyebrows such necessity ariA \s
to which we attach
I Hair our name and seal.
Made at the Palais
General appearance de justice in Paris,
the 12th of February,
399G.
And below the seal was attached to
the order of the registrar. M. Ginory
signed it, saying to Favarel:
“The description must be left blank.
They will fill it out after the measure
ments are taken.”
Then Prados, stupefied till now, not
seeming to realize half that was pass
ing around him, gave a sudden, violent
start. A cry hurst from him.
“Arrested! Have you arrested me?”
M. Ginory leaned over the table. Ho
was calm and held his pen, with which
he had signed the order, suspended In
the air. The young man rushed for
ward wild with anger, and if the
| guards had not held him hack he
| would have seized M. Ginory’s fat neck
| with both hands. The guards held
Prudes back, while the examining mag
istrate, carelessly pricking the table
with liis pen, gently said, with a smile:
"All the same, more than one male
factor has betrayed himself in a fit of
anger. 1 have often thought that it
would take very little, to get myself
assassinated when I had before me an
accused person whom I felt was guilty
and who would not confess. Tako
away the man!”
While they were pushing Prades
toward the corridor he shouted, “Ca
nailles!” M. Ginory ordered that Dan
tin should be left alone with him.
“Alone,” he said to Bernadet, whose
look was a little uneasy. The registrar
half rose from his chair, picking up his
papers and pushing them into the
pocket of his much worn paper case.
“No. You may remain, Favorel.”
“Well,” said the magistrate in a fa
miliar tone when he found himself face
to face with Jacques Dantin, “have you
rt fleeted?”
Jacques Dantin. his lips pressed
closely together, did not reply.
"it is a counselor—a counselor of an
especial kind—the cell. He who in
vented it”—
"Yes,” Dantin brusquely interrupted.
“The brain suffers between those walls.
I have not slept since I went there, not
slept at all. Insomnia is killing me. It
seems as if I should go crazy.”
"Then?” asked M. Glnory.
"Then”—
Jacques Dantin looked fiercely at the
rhgistrar, who sat waiting, his pen over
his car, his elbows on the table, his
chin on his hands.
"Then, oh, well! Then, here it is. I
wish to tell you all—all. But to you—•
to you”—
“To me alone?”
“Yes,” said Dantin, with the same
I fierce expression.
"My dear Favorer—the magistrate
began.
The registrar had already risen. He
slowly bowed and went out.
“Now,” said the magistrate to
Jacques Dantin, “you can speak.”
The man still hesitated.
"Monsieur,” he asked, “will any word
said here be repeated—ought It or must
it be repeated—-in a courtroom at the
assizes—I know not where—anywhere
before the public?"
"That depends,” said M. Glnory.
"But what you know you owe to jus
tice, whether it be a revelation, an ac
cusation or a confession. I ask it of
you.”
Still Dantin hesitated. Then the
magistrate spoke these words: "I de
mand it.”
With a violent effort, the prisoner
began: "So be it. But it is to a man
of honor rather than to a magistrate
to whom I address these words. If I
have hesitated to speak, If I have al
lowed myself to be suspected and to
be accused, it is becauso it seemed to
me impossible, absolutely impossible,
that this same truth should not be. re
vealed—I do not know in what way—
that it would become known to you
without compelling mo to disclose a
secret which was not mine."
"To an examining magistrate, one
nmy tell everything,” said M. Glnory.
"We have listened to confessions In our
offices which are as inviolable as those
of the confessional made to a priest.”
(Continued Next Week.)
For tho Cry of a Little Child.
I dreamed of a legion of women, who
waited with eyes aglow
In the shadow of Loves Forgotten, by the
Ports of Long Ago;
I dreamed of a legion of women whose
fac es were tenderly mild—
And hark! In the night I heard It—the cry
of n little child.
I looked at the waiting women through
the mist of a thousand years;
And some of their eyes were smiling, and
some were suffused with tears,
Yet they sang as a choir in training, and
• the song of the waiting throng
Was the old, old cry of Heaven: "How
long, O Lord, how long?”
I dreamed of a legion of women who stood
in a driving rain;
Who raised their voices singing, yet sang
but one refrain;
I looked on tho waiting women, and their
faces were white and wild—
And hark! In the night I heard it—the
cry of a little child!
—Alfred Damon Runyon, In December
Smart Set.
. . .... — -« ^ ..
BUSINESS head.
“Dat automobile done killed five chlcto
•ns while It were goln' down de road.”
•‘Yes, but de fua' cost of de machine U
too much to make de laves'meat profit
| able."
STORIES OF BEAR HUNTERS; \
EXCITING PURSUITS OF BRUIN
Farmer Jackson Barked Like a Dog.
Norwich Hill, Pa., Special: Tyson
Jones, an old time Sinnemahoning bear
hunter, had kept liis eye on a swamp in
the Bear Creek country ever since
huckelberry time, l'or he had reason to
believe that it was harboring three
bears, and ills mind was made up re
garding what, he would do to those
hears when the open season for hears
came along.
It came October 1, and these three
must have forgotten that bears were
no longer under protection ol’ the law,
for they left many signs about the
swamp that they were still there, not
withstanding tiie proximity of Tyson
Jones and other bear hunters. So
summoning four other hunters to join
him Tyson Jones started out after the
bears.
The swamp was dense with laurels.
The hunters were posting themselves
about so as to be sure of getting the
bears when the latter were routed out,
when Farmer George Jackson, who
lives in the vicinity appeared on the
scene much excited.
"Three bears have just gone tramp
in’ through my barnyard,” he said to
Tyson Jones. "Somebody had better
come over and kill 'em.”
Tyson Jones said that he guessed
they would first get the three bears
that were in the swamp and then they
would attend to the business of Farm
er Jackson’s three. But they didn’t get
the three hears that were in the swamp,
because the three bears were no longer
there.
Whether or not it had come suddenly
to the bears what day it was does not
appear, but at any rate it dawned on
the hunters that the three had managed
to get out of the swamp while it was
being surrounded, and their trail was
discovered leading in the direction of
another laurel patch several miles dis
tant. As a short cut thither the bears
had taken advantage of the route via
Farmer Jackson’s barnyard.
The hunters and Farmer Jackson
followed the trail to the distant swamp
and located the bears in it, but their
two dogs refused to go in and rout the
bears out. In this emergency Farmer
Jackson said that while he wasn’t'any
kind of a hear hunter lie could hark like
a dog first late. Tyson Jones told him
to go into the swamp then and bark
like a dog.
He followed instructions so well that
It was only a few minutes before the
bears were heard thrashing through the
laurels to make their way out. The
three of them plunged into the open so
close to Tyson Jones that he dropped
one of them in Its tracks and wounded
another.
The wounded hoar and its surviving
companion dashed back Into the swamp
again. Farmer Jackson resumed his
barking like a dog and at once the
laurels began to crash again in a line
toward the open. The barking like a
dog suddenly ceased, though, and in its
place human yells rose from the swamp
and from the line of thrashing laurels
out tumbled Farmer Jackson shouting:
“The bears is after me! Kill ’em!
Kill ’em!"
One hear certainly was after him. it
evidently having discovered the fraud
Farmer Jackson had played on them
in barking like a dog, but the bear’s’
head had no sooner come in sight
through the laurels in the wake of
Farmer Jackson than Tyson Jones sent
a rifle bullet to meet it. The bear
fell and another shot ended its career.
In the excitement of this stage of
the hunt the hear Tyson Jones ltad
wounded made its way out of the laurel
patch on the Opposite side. It was
discovered by Frank Sllsbie, one of the
hunters, and he killed it.
Lyman’s Old Gun Woke Up the Woods
Jamestown, N. Y., Special: Bert Ly
man drives team for one of the big
tanneries over the state line in Warren
county. Pa. He took a day off after the
hunting season opened and went out to
shoot squirrels..
He saw two gray squirrels run up a
tree, and while he was trying to get a
sight of them he heard a noise in the
bushes. Looking in that direction he
was not a little surprised to see a
bear coming at him, bristles on end,
and big teeth shining between its open
jaws.
Lyman hadn’t time to run and he
had only No. 6 shot in his gun. He had
two loads of it, though, and he did the
only thing he could think of. He let
the bear have bath of those loads of
No. S shot.
Lyman was compelled to He down
quickly on his back from the recoil of
that double discharge. When he got up
again the bear was lying down too, but
it did not get up. There was a reason.
The top of its head was missing.
Before he had time to notice what
had happened to the bear, Lyman had
another surprise. As he rose from the
ground he heard a great scrambling
in the trees and saw frightened
gray squirrels. black squirrels and
red squirrels scampering among the
branches In all directions. Besides
these be saw three young bears come
sprawling down to the ground out of
three, different trees, look about them
a moment with terror in their eyes,
and then make a break for the deeper
woods as fast as their dumpy legs
would carry them.
“Seems like my old gun has woke up
these woods amazin’," Lyman remark
ed after he recovered his breath, and
then he went home to get help to get
the dead bear in.
The bear was a female, big and fat.
The hunters thereabouts say the three
young bears were her offspring, and
she got it into her head that the man
with the gun had fell designs on them,
as he was scrutinizing the tree tops
trying to get sight of squirrels.
Jim Guarded the Bears While Joe Went
for a Gun.
Bath, N. Y., special: "Jim Palen and
_
Joe Batch came to camp one day last
week with two bears and an amazing
story about how they got - m,” said
Captain Sam Byman. of tic Kettle
< reek country, down in Pott- 1 county,
Pennsylvania. "The boys wer out af
ter bears. They were trimming logs.
"Palen had his dog, a whippet, along
with him. The dog was nosin, around
in tlie woods, and by and ! began
barking furiously and persist'd in it
so that Jim and Joe went ts tee what
it was all about. They found the dog
all bristled up and barking at the. up
turned roots of a fallen tree. ‘ he hole
in the ground where tin- roots i td been
was covered by an accumulation of
sticks and dead leaves.
"Jim Palen gave this dome of debris
a whack with an ax. Tho blow made
a big hole in the roof and instantly a
bear shoved its nose out of the hole and
began to snarl and snap its jaws.
“From a hole on the opposite side,
where Balch was standing, a second
bear stuck its nose out and snapped
and snarled. These apparitions wero
so unexpected that botli men dropped
then axes. Palen’s ax slipped into the
hole it had made in the heap of
leaves and sticks and Balch's dropped
down among the roots of the tree.
"The men had seen bears before, and
as soon as they recovered ffom tho
start the appearance of these two gaye
them and had sworn some at tlre*i
selves for being scared into dropping
their axes they got a heavy cudgel each
and went to whacking the noses of the
bears, which caused the noses to dis
appear within the mound of leaves and
sticks.
"Balch had a rifle, but it was home,
an l home was three miles away. He
wanted those bears, but there was no
way to make sure of them without a
gun, so Palen said that if Balch would
go home and get his gun Palen would
stand guard over the bears and keep
’em from getting away until Balch got
back.
"Joe started on a run for home. He
ran all the way there and all the way
back with the gun, he says, and Jtm
says it must bo so, for Joe was gone
h ss than an hour. But that hour had
been a tense time for Jim.
‘‘Joe had scarcely started for his gun
before the bears attempted to get out
from beneath that roof with fire in
their eyes. First one bear would en
deavor to come out at one of the holes,
when Jim would whack tt on the nose
with his club. By the time it was beat
en back the other bear would make a
break to get out of the hole on its side
of ttie mound.
"They kept Joe jumping from one
side of the mound to the other, to and
lro, and constantly swinging his club.
If Joe had been gone 10 minutes long
er Jim would have had to drop and
surrender to the bears.
"Joe got back witli the gun in time
to relieve Jim and rescue him. Jlin
dropped his club and stepped back.
"Now come out, darn you,” ho yelled
to the bears.
"But the bears wouldn’t come out.
Whether they were shocked at Jln.'a
language or knew there was a man out
there with a gun, Jim nor Joe doesnT
say, but they wouldn’t even show tho
tip of their nose at either hole.
"After vainly trying various means to
induce the bears to come out, Joe Balch
dropped a pie'ee of blazing pine into one
of tho holes. Both bears then caine out
of the den with a rush that dismantled
it and Joe killed them."
The Rabbit and the Boys Got Away
Roulette. Pa., Special: Three boys
were hunting rabbits the other day on
the old Nelson place, on the Hast. Fork
of the Sinnemahoning. They started i
a rabbit and it ran into a shock of
corn in tho field.
One of the boys ran to the shock to
kick it and scare the habbit out. The
other tw-o stood ready to shoot it when
it made its appearance.
The rabbit jumped out on one side of
the shock, but neither boy shot at it,
for on the other side a bear tumbled
out of the shock and rising on its
hind feet surveyed the youngsters as it
in astonishment. The boys got away.
So did the rabbit.
The hear was killed by a hunter,
•Tames Webber, in the same field next
day.
IT DIDN’T OO.
“Did you bet on the football game,
Reggy V*
“Why, I was going to, bat when I of
fered to bet a hanky fellow two ice-cream
sodas to a box of caramel* he just gave
me a rude stare.
Under ordinary circumstances, tht
life of a wooden boat Is four times
that of steel.
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JUST SO.
Groat—The more holidays we have the shorter our lives are.
Doubt—How do you figure that out?
Groat—A holiday is always a day off, you know.
—*
A Cheap Blowout. ,
A canny old Scotchman, MacDougal,
Who, like all of his people, was frugal.
Whene'er he felt fine,
'Stead of ordering vino.
Would go blov/ himself on- a bugle!
—Success.
Down and Out.
Wife—The laundress has left, the cook
has given notice and the waitress says sh»
is going with the cook. Wliero are you
going?
Husband—Up stairs to write out my res
ignation.
Where They Saw It.
An exchange which is very punctil
ious about giving full credit for clip
pings, credits "The Brook’’ to "A.,
Tennyson, in the New York Tribune."
Argonaut: Like most ministers’ fam
ilies, they were not extensively blessed
with this world's goods. She, however,
was tho youngest of ten children until
tier father explained to her of the baby
sister who had come in the night. “Well,"
she said, after due thought, "I ’pose It’s alt
right, papa, but there’s many a thing w»
needed worse.”
Armenia Is a country of strong con
trasts, of opposite extremes, of heat
and cold, light and shade, drought and
moisture, and contains many mysteries
awaiting solution. The ethnologist Is
still in doubt as to what branch of the
great European family the Armenian
people belong to: the philologist has
not yet classified their language, the
antiquarian knows next to nothing of
their early history.
Wnere.
Jinks—I see a judge says that a
woman may bring an action for slander
If, being 35 or over, she is called an
old maid.
Blinks—Yes, but where Is tho old
maid who will admit that she's 35 or
over?
$100 Reward. $100.
The readers of this paper will be pleased
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disease that science has been able to cure
In all Its stages, and that is Catarrh. Hall’*
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being a constitutional disease, requires a
constitutional treatment. Hall’s Catarrh
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upon the blood and mucous surfaces of the
system, thereby destroying the foundation of
the disease, and giving the patient strength
by building up the constitution and assist
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any case that It falls to cure. Send for list
of testimonials.
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Take Hall's Family Pills for constipation.
A Lower Estimate.
"What exquisite hair Miss Perklna
has! Doesn’t it remind you of pure
gold?”
"Not exactly,” refilled the man who
was getting tire'd of hearing about Miss
Perkins. “It reminds me a good deal
more of about 14 carrots.”
A Passion for Fancy Work.
Lenox—Does your wife do much
fancy work, old chap?
Hronx—Well, she won’t let a porous
plaster come Into the house without
crocheting a blue border around it and
running a pink ribbon through tho
holes.
Glass and cement are both used as a
substitute for wooden poles where tho
latter are attacked by insects or cli
mate.
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