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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (Feb. 4, 1909)
Misanthropy. "Don't you wish you wort a boy Hgain?" "Yes," answered Mr. Birins Darker. "I see a lot of people that make mo wish my dignity did not prevent r/io from laying for them with a few froae/i snowballs." A Toast. The latest thing in toasts romes from a rural town and was responded to by the father of 12 daughters, who claims that he ought to know. •‘To the ladles—to their sweetness we give iove: to the beauty admiration, and to their hats, the whole sidewalk." Information. The train had stopped for water at a little station In the country. The passenger with the skull cap, feeing a lone native standing on the jtMion platform, addressed him. "Farmers around here seem to have \eeii cutting a good deal of hay this /nornlng," he said. "Yob, sir," answered the native. “They’re taking risks. Don't you <hlnk It looks like rain?" "Sort o'.” "What do you suppose they will do If it does rain?" "I reckon they'll have sense enough to go In out of It, mister." Avoid Trouble. From the Chicago Daily News. The young housewife was engaging her first conk. "Of course," she said, "I don't want to havo any trouble with you." "Thin It do be up to yersllf, ma'am," replied the kitchen lady. "If yez mako no complaints Ol'll make no trouble." A youthful versifier in Washington not long ago, says the Kansas City Journal, sought the criticism of a well known publisher who chanced to be at the national capital on business with the copyright division of the library of congress. '■.Sir,” said the near-poet Indignant ly, when the publisher had brusquely advised him to "burn the stuff”—"Sir, poets are born, not made." Whereupon tho publisher smiled broadly. “Young man,” said he, "It won’t help your case In the least to try to shift the blame on your parents.” Republican Government in Our Schools. The most revolutionary note yet sounded in tho management of our public schools 1s the new agitation for a completely republican form of gov ernment In which nil Just powers are derived from the consent of the pupils. Miss Bertha H. Smith writes of this interesting subject In tho Atlantic Monthly. In large schools, she says, every sort of question of discipline arises. There Is stealing, there Is self ishness of every kind, thero Is bullying •and browbeating on the part of older and stronger boys, and the fear of force on tho part of tho weaker, besides all the potty annoyances, from note scrib bling to tho kicking of tin cans down the aisle during class. As homes are becoming less and less homes In the Tent sense, the responsibility of mould ing tho character of boys and girls Is being more and more shifted to the public schools, and perhaps at no time In the history of public schools has school discipline required more Judg ment. more firmness, or more tact, than today. And the habitual optimist may score a point, when. Instead of revert ing to the pedagogic principle of "No llskin.’ no learnln’," thero Is put In practice the democratic dogma of gov ernment of the people, for the people, by the people. The Authority of these ■self-government committees does not stop short of actual suspension, al though In taking this last step the principal la Invariably consulted. But the greatest strength of self-govern ment work lies In the fact that the of fender Is tried before a jury of his peers. It Is not some middle-aged, un sympathetic person, who has forgotten be wa* ever young and lawless, who «tt» In Judgment, but a roomful of the •offender’s school-fellows—possibly some •of his or her best friends. Southern Puclftc surveyors are at work Saying out lines for a seven mile tunnel through the crest of the Sierras to relieve the main overland line of the stiff grades that now require two engines to haul or dinary trains. DIDN’T KNOW Coffee Wns (lie Cause. Many daily habits, particularly of eating and drinking, are formed by fol lowing our elders. Jn this way 111 health Is often fas tened upon children. A Ga. Indy says: "I had been allowed to drink coffee ever since I can remember, but even as a child I had a weak stomach, which frequently refused to retain food. “The taste of coffee was In my mouth all the time and was. as 1 found out later, the cause of the stomach rebelling against food. “I now see that It was only from fol lowing the example of my elders that I formed and continued the miserable habit of drinking coffee. My digestion remained poor, nerves unstrung, fre quent headache, and yet 1 did not sus pect the true cause. “Another trouble was a bad, muddy complexion, for which I spent time and money for creams, massaging, etc., without any results. “After I was married I was asked to try Postum, and would you believe it. I, an old coffee toper, took to Postum from the very tirst? We made it right —according to directions on the pack age, nnd It had a most delicate flavor and I at once quit coffee, with the happiest results. “I now have a perfectly dear, smooth sklu, flue digestion and haven’t had a headache in over two years.” “There’s a Reason." Name given by Postum Co.. Rattle Creek, Mich. Read, “The Road to WeUvUle.” In pkgs. Ever read the above letter? A new one appears from time to time. They are genuine, true and full of human interest. |THe Crime of 'TI 1 gr./,“',r tKe Boiilevardl CHAPTER XVI.—(Continued.) This was a sinister moment. Prados pushed Rovere back. He staggered and tell against a piece of furniture, while the young man, disengaging himself, stepped back, quickly opened ills Span ish knife, then, with a bound, caught Rovere, shook him, and holding the knife uplifted, said: ' Thou hast willed it!” It was at this instant that Rovere, whose hands were contracted, dug his nails into the assassin’s neck—the nails which the Commissary J»esbrlere and M. Jacquelin Audrays had found still red with blood. Prudes, who had come there either to supplicate or threaten, now had only one thought, hideous and ferocious—to kill. He did not reason. It was ne more than an unchained instinct. The noise of the organs upon the boulevard, which accompanied with their mu sical, dragging notes tills savage scene, like a tremolo to a melodrama at tho theater, lie did not hear. The whole in tensity of tils life seemed to bo con centrated in Ills fury, in his hand armed with the knife. Ho threw him self on Rovere. Ho struck the flesh, opening the throat, as across the water among the gauchos he had been accus tomed to kill sheep or cut the trout of an ox. Rovere staggered, wavered, freed from tho hand which held him, and Prados, stepping back, looked at him. IJvid, the dying man, seemed to live only in ills eyes. Ho hud cast upon the murderer a last meaning look. New, in a sort of supreme agony, he looked around. His eyes searched for a sup port, for aid—yes, they called, while from that throat terrible sounds is sued. Prades saw with a kind of fright Rovere, with a superhuman tragic ef fort, step back, staggering liko a drunken man, pull with his poor con tracted hands from above the chimney piece an object which the murder had not noticed, and upon which, with an ardent, prayerful expression, he fixed his eyes, stammering some quick, In articulate words which Prades could not hear or understand. It seemed to Prades that between Ids victim and himself there was a wit ness, and whether he thought of the value of the stones Imbedded In the frame or whether he wished te take from Rovere this last support In Ids distress, ho went to him and attempted to tear the portrait from his hands. But an extraordinary strength seemed to come to the dying man and Rovere resisted, fastening his eyes upon the portrait, casting upon it a living flame, like the last flare of a dying lamp, and with this last, despairing, ugonlaing look the ex-consul breathed his last. Ho fell. Prades tore the portrait from the lingers which clutched It. That frame. lie could sell It. He picked up here and there seme pieces which seemed to him of value, as if on a pil laging tour of the prairies. He was about to enter the library where the safe was when the noise of the opening of the entrance door awakened his trapper's Instinct. Someone was com ing. Who It could be was of little Im portance. To remain was to expose himself, to be at once arrested. The corpse once seen, the person would cry aloud, rush out. close the door and send for the police. Hesitating between a desire to pillage and the necessity for flight, Prades did not wait long to decide. Should he hide? Impossible! Then, stepping back to the salon door, he flattened himself ns much as possible against the wall and waited until the door should be opened, when he would be completely hidden behind *t. As Mme. Maniche stepped Into the room and cried out as she saw Rovere lying on the floor, Prades slipped Into the antechamber, found himself on the landing, closed the door, rapidly descended the stairs and stepped out upon the Boulevard de Cltehy among the passersby, even be fore Mme. Monlehc, terrified, had called for help. CHAPTER XVII. All the details of that murder M. Glnory bad drawn, one by one, from Prades In his examination. The mur ierer denied at first, hesitated, dis cussed; then at last, like a cask with iho bung out, from which peers not wine, but blood, the prisoner told all, confessed, recounted, loosened his tongue, abandoned himself, weakened and conquered, weary of his misery. "I was so foolish, so stupid,” he vio 'ently said, "as to keep the portrait. I believed that the frame was worth a fortune. Fool! I sold It for 100 sous!” He gave the merchant's address. It was on tlie Quai Stint Michel. Rernar ] det found the frame as he had found the painted panel, and this time no credit was doe him. "Now," said he, "the affair is end ed, elasse. My children (he was relat ing Ids adventures to his little girls), wo must pass to another. And why—" "Why, what? asked Mme. Bernar ds. "Eh, there it is! Why, It lacks the elucidation of a problem. 1 will see. 1 will know." He still remembered the young Dan ish doctor whom he had seen, with M. Morin at the autopsy. With Ills knowl edge of men, with the sharp, keen eye of the police officer, Bernardet had rec ognized a man of superior mind—a mind dreamy and mysterious. He knew where Dr. Erwin lived during his so journ in Paris, and he went to Ins apartment one beautiful morning and rang the bell at the door of a hotel In the Boulevard St. Martin where stu dents and etrangei'9 lodge. He might have asked advice of M. Morin, of the master of French science. But he. the inspector of Surete, approach these high personages to question them—he dared not as long as there was a Danish doc tor. Bernardet’s brain whirled. He felt almost certain that Dr. Erwin would give the same explanation which he himself suspected In regard to the ob served phenomenon. ‘The dead man’s eye has spoken and can speak,” said Bernardet to himself. “Yes, surely. I am not deceived." Dr. Erwin met Bernardet cordially and listened to him with profound at tention. The police officer repeated word for word the confession drawn from Prados. Then he asked the Danish physician if he really believed that Jacques Dantin's image had been trans fixed on the retina of the dying man’s eye during the time when he had held and gazed at the portrait. “For the proofs which I obtained were very confused." said the officer, "it is possible, and 1 say it is quite easy, to recognize Jacques Dantin’s fea tures. We have seen it, and, according to your opinion, even the painting was able to be—how shall I express myself —stored up, retained in the retina." “You found the proof there?" said Dr Erwin. "So, according to your opinion, I j have not deceived mvself?" "No.” "But the vision of a painting—a; painting, doctor/’ "Why not?” Dr. Erwin responded In a sharp tone. "I)o you know what happened? Knowing that he was dying, the unhappy man went, urged by a tragic Impulse, to that portrait which represented to him all that was left, ; concentrating In one image alone all his life." "Then It Is possible? It is possible?” Bornardct repeated. "I believe it.” said the Dane. "The man Is dying. He has only one thought —to go directly to the one who, surviv ing him, guarded his secrets and his i life. He seized tils portrait; ho tore It from its fiook with all his strength; he devoured It with his eyes; he drank It In with a look, if I may be allowed the expression. To this picture of the being whom he loved he spoke. He cried to him, tolling him his last wishes, dictat ing to him his thoughts of vengeance. At this supremo moment his energy was increased a hundredfold. I know not what Intensity of life was concen trated on this imago, and gathering all his falling forces in a last look the man who wished to live, the man weakened by Illness, dying, assassinated, put Into that last regard the electric force, tho fire which fixed the Image (confused, no doubt, but recognizable since you have traced the resemblance) upon the retina. A phantom, If you wish, which Is reflected In the dead man's eye." "And,” repeated Bemardet, who wished to be perfectly assured In re gard to the question, "it Is not only the Image of a living being; It Is, to use your words, the phantom even of a painting which was retained on the retina?" "I do not reply to you, 'That Is pos sible.' It Is you who say to me, 'I have seen It.' And you have seen It In truth, and the form, vague though It may be, the painted figure, permits you to find in a passerby the man whoso picture the retina had already shown you.” “Oh, well, doctor,” said the little Bernardet, "I shall tell that, but they will deny It. They will say that It Is Impossible.” Dr. Erwin smiled. He seemed to be looking with his deep blue eyes at some invisible perspective not bounded by the walls of the little room. "One has said,” lie began, "that the word impossible is not French. It would he more exact to affirm that it was not human. We attain a knowl edge of the unknowable. The myster ious Is approachable. One must deny nothing a priori; one must believe all things possible and not only a dream. Search for the truth, the harsh truth, as your Stendhal said. Well, the word is wrong. One ought to say justly the exquisite truth, for it is a joy for those who search that daily life where each movement marks a step advanced, where the heart beats at the thought of a rendezvous of love; All, he is happy who has given his life to science. He lives in a dream. It is the poetry in our times of prose. The dream." continued the young doc tor as in an ecstasy, while Bernardet listened, ravished, "the dream is everywhere, it is impossible to make it tangible. Thought, human thought, can sometimes he deciphered like an open hook. An American physician has asked to be permitted to try an experiment upon the cranium of a condemned man, still living. Through the cranium he studied the man's brain. Has not Edison undertaken to give sight to the blind! It is the hour of miracles. But in order to accom plish all these things it is necessary, as in primitive times, to believe, to believe always. The twentieth cen tury will see many others.” "Ah, doctor, doctor,” cried poor little Bernardet, much moved, "I do not wish to be the ignoramus that I am. the father of a family, who has mouths to feed, and 1 heg of you to take mt- as u sweeper in your labora tory!" He departed, enthused by the inter view. Henceforth he could say that he, the ignorant one, had, by his seemingly foolish conviction, proved the reality of an experiment which had been abandoned for some years, and the humble police officer had re opened the nearly dosed door to crimi nal instruction. A scruple, moreover, came to him. A doubt, an agony, and ho wished to share it with M. Ginory. All the same, -with the admirable in vention ho had caused an innocent man to be arrested. This thought made him very uneasy. He had pro duced a power which, instead of strik ing the guilty, had overthrown an un happy man, and it was this famous dls covery of Dr. Bourton, persisted in by him, which had resulted in this mis take. “It must he,” he thought, “that naan may be fallible even in the most mar velous discoveries, it is frightful! It is perhaps done to make us more pru dent—prudent and modest." Doubt now seized him. Must he stop there in these famous experiments which ended in this lie? Ought lie abandon all research on a road which ended in a cul-de-sac? And he con fided that unhappy scruple to the ex amining magistrate, with whom the chances of the service had put him in sympathy. M. Ginory not only was in terested in strange discoveries, hut lie was always indulgent toward the originul little Bernardet. AFTER TUB GAME. gbn Oh, Gcors*! Now jou surely won't bn afraid to ask n&t*. "Finally, M. Ie Juge.” said tha po lice officer, shaking his head, "I hav« thought and thought about the dis covery, our discovery—that of Dr Bourlon. It is subject to errors, out I discovery. It would have led us tc put in prison Jacques Dantln, anc Jacques Dantln was not guilty.” "Oh, yes, M. Bernardet!” said the magistrate, who seemed thoughtful, his heavy chin resting on his hand, ' ll ought to make us modest. It is the fate of all human discoveries. To err—to err is human!” "It is not the less true," responded Bernardet, "that ail which has passed opens to us the astonishing horizon oI the unknown "Tlie unknowable!” murmured th« magistrate. "A physician who sometimes asks me to his experiments invited me to his house the other evening and I saw— yes, saw, or what one calls seeing—in a mirror placed before me, by the light of the X rays—greenish rays which traversed the body—yes, monsieur, 1 saw my heart beat and my lungs per form their functions, and 1 am fat, and a thin person could better see himself living and breathing. Is it not fan tastic, M. Ginory? Would not a mat have been shut up as a lunatic 30 year! ago who would have pretended that lie had discovered that? We shall see— we shall see many others.” “And will it add to the happiness oi man, and will it diminish grief, wick edness and crime?” The magistrate spoke as if to him self, thoughtfully, sadly. Something Bernardet said brought a smile to his lips. “This is, M. le Juge, a fine ending of the chapter for the second part of your work, ‘Duty of a Magistrate Toward Scientific Discoveries.’ And if the Academy of Moral and Political Sciences does not add-’’ M. Ginory suddenly turned rerl and interrupted Bernardet witli a word and a gesture. “M. Bernardet!" “I can only repeat, monsieur, what public opinion thinks and says,” said Bernardet, bowing low. “There was an allusion to this subject in Dutece—you know, Paul Rodier’ sromanee—which is this affair written up. An amiable fellow, that Paul Rodier.” ‘‘Ah. M. Bernardet, M. Bernardet,” laughingly said the magistrate, ‘‘you have a weakness for reporters. Do you want me to tell you something? You will finish by becoming a journalist.” "And you will certainly finish in the habit of a member of the academy, M. Ginory,” said the little Bernardet, with his air of a mocking abbe. (Concluded Next Week.) SBRE. The Highwayman—Hold ap yer hands? Mr. Smithson—You can't Bcare me; I'm nsed to this holdup game; I've just paid .tiy coal bill. The Absent Mindedness of Genius. From the Dundee Advertiser. The absent-mindedness of great thinkers Is a well known phenomena. When Morse had completed his won derful telegraphic system he confessed to a difficulty which appeared to him almost Insurmountable. “As long as poles can be used,” he said to a friend one day, "it Is easy. But what must be done when we come to a bridge? We cannot use poles there, and the wire would break of Its own weight without some support.” "Well,” replied the friend, “why not fix the wires to the bridge?" Morse looked at him thoughtfully for a moment and then exclaimed; "I never thought ox that. It’s the very thing.” This In stance of mental concentration on one leading idea to the exclusion of all oth ers is almost as remarkable as that told of Sir Isaac Newton, who cut a hole in his study door to allow his fa vorite cat to come and go freely, and then cut a smaller one for tha use of her Llttten. Who Cofumbus Was. From the Baltimore Sun. In the afternoon In all the schools a part of the time was devoted to the study of the life and deeds of Colum bus. An amusing reply was given by one of the pupils. A teacher had told the class of the wonderful voyage of Co lumbus and how he insisted on contin uing the voyage after the other men were clamoring to return. Then she asked: "Who was Columbus?” with the view of hearing how well they had followed her talk. One little hand went up. “Well, Johnny, who was he?” asked the teacher. ■'Columbus was the gem of the ocean," was the answer. GOOSE SACRED IN MANY COUNTRIES Reverenced Not Only by Budd hists, but in Some Parts of Great Britain. Flights of wild geese are reported from the eastern counties In number beyond fill precendent, says the Pall Mall Gazette, a result of sudden chill lately, and their pppetite after the Journey Is so keen that pome of tho best grazing marshes are threatened with ruin: nevertheless we learn many farmers decline to kill birds (which they think almost sacred. It was J. G. Frazer of the Golden bough who suggested that the reverence (felt for various creatures in various parts pf the world is a survival of totonism. Plenty of evidence has accumulated since (then. Caesar mentions, as school boys recollect, that the inhabitants of Britain might not eat the hare, the cock and the goose. In the second case the supersti tion is quite lost probably, but legendary records keep the memory of it In Ireland. But of the other examples enough can be ^ound even at the present day. There it fi goose fair at Great Crosby, in I>anca phire, so called apparently because the (goose is rigorously forbidden. It is even asserted broadly that the inhabitants [think the goose “too sacred” to eat—or !did not long ago. The same feeling ruled Jin the Hebrides and other parts of Scot- , iland. No one believes at the present day that (the Capitol was saved by geese or any (other means, but If the story is not true dt becomes all the more significant in tho (folklorist’s point of view, as showing that jthe bird was specially reverenced in the primitive age of Rome. The Crusaders [under Walter the Penniless, 400,000 souls, tare we are assured, piously followed a jgoose and a goat marching in the van, [and a terrible mess these holy animals led them into. In Egypt tho goose was the (emblem of Seb, father of Osiris; a pre cious figure of it Is extant, Inscribed: •“The good Goose greatly beloved.” It was the national flag of Burma and pf Kandy, Ceylon. Wherever Buddhism (rules the goose is venerated. Therefor© lit is a leading motif in the art of Ja^an, land a symbol of peace and happiness In China. Figures of geese are as indispen sable at a Chinese wedding as Is bride |cake with us. Tn both countries, as also dn Burma and Siam, weights are made in (the shape of a goose as a token of good [faith, though the connection is not ob rvlbus; but in ancient Egypt the same (custom ruled, and Bayard found goose weights among his first discoveries at jNineveh. A row of gigantic geese sur rounds the great Buddhist temple of An jajapoora. The devout cherish a fond fancy (that all geese perform an aerial pilgrim jmago of the holiest of lakes in the Him alayas every year, transporting the sins of the neighborhood: returning with a Jnew stock of inspiration for the encour agement of local piety. Secret Service Duties. “Secrets of the Secret Service" tn the National Magazine for January. It falls to the lot of the secret service jto protect the person of the president ©f the United States—a responsibility that was first placed upon this division, after the tragedy at Buffalo, and in addition to jthis the safety of distinguished and titled (official visitors from abroad Is entrusted , Jfco the service. Prince Henry of Prussia, | prince of Siam, the crown prince of Sweden, the Duke of Abruzzi, anti many others of lesser note have been carefully protected from annoyanca while the guests of the nation, and in no In stance has there occurred the slightest : [incident to mar the pleasure and tran- | Quillty of their visit. For more than 10 years the merit «ys- ! •tem has prevailed in the service, which la la strictly non-partisan, non-poMtical or- ! ganlzation. “Pulls" are unknown a.«dl un- j recognized: every man is measured and Rewarded according to his efficiency and knows that his retention In the service | depends wholly upon the character and I quality of his work. He wastes no time I lining up “influence" to help him hold his job, and being free from obligations and [entanglements, is able to devote his wfysle (time and energy to the Impartial dis charge of his duties. To this unhampered lattention to the work of suppressing coun terfeiting I attribute the fact that today [the proportion of counterfeit notes in cir- | Iculation is about one to 100,000: that is to (say, that for each 500,000 ©f genuine cur rency in circulation there are about 58 in [counterfeit notes: and for each $100,000 in [gold and silver In circulation there is a (trifle under $3 in counterfeit coin. All ©f i (which would suggest that the business of I [counterfeiting is not overwhelmingly at tractive as a financial proposition. Bargaining With a Burglar. From the Kansas City Star. A group of friends ware discussing William Winslom Sherman, the old hanker, who died not long age. ; “He had the coolest norve of any man I know,” said one “Three or four years jago, when Sherman was an old man ;and partially crippled by reason of a fail from a horse, he entered his bed room late at night to find a masked burglar ransacking if. “The thief had a bag gun trained «n Sherman in a minute. The hanker just waved it aside with a tired hand. 'Put that away,' ho said Irritably. ‘Let us ■discuss this matter like gentlemen.' The burglar was so surprised ha [laughed. 'Now you could hurt me if you wanted to, and might get away with some little knick-knacks,’ said jShennan. ‘But you might got caught pnd there's slight possibility that you could dispose of my toilet articles profitably. What would you consider a £alr cash proposition to go away?’ They talked it over in all peace. "The burglar thought he ought to have $10, but Sherman, after inquiring into the man's habits, said $8 was enough. 'You sec,’ he said, "you’re a known thief. If this were your first offense I’d pay you your price, hut now the police have your picture you ought to be glad to accept any fair compromise and run no risk.' Tile burglar finally agreed to take $S. Sherman pulled out a $10 bill. ‘Give me $2 change,' said he. And ha got it before lie paid." _ Her Answer. Today, dear heart, but just today. The sunshine over all.. The roses crimsoning the air. Along the garden wall. Then let the dream and dreamer die; YY hate’er shall be, sball be— Today will still be thine and mino To all eternity. And oh, there is no glory, dear. ' When all the world Is (lone, There is no splendor lasteth out The sinking of the sun; There is no thing that lasts, not one. When we have turned to clay, lint this: you loved me—all the rest Fades with tile world away. po little while, so little while. This w'orld shall last for us; There is no way to keep it, dear. But just to spend it thus. There is no hand may stop the sand From [lowing fast away. But who turns the whole glass down And dreams tla all today. —John Bennett. He laughs longest whose laugh's last PE-RU-NA TONIC FOR i COUGHS, COLDS, CATARRH. JOSEPH HALL CHASE. ) Peruna Drug Co., Columbus, Ohio. > i Gentlemen : I have used Peruna and? J find that it cannot be equaled as a ( ( tonic, as well as a cure for coughs,? i colds and catarrh. y ? You are authorized to use my photo? I with testimonial in any publication. f } Joseph H. Chase, ( ? 804 Tenth St., Washington, D. C. > Cold and La Grippe. Mr. 0. Happy, Hardin, Ray Co., Mo., writes: “I can safely recommend Perura as a remedy that will cure all catarrhal troubles. “It was of great benefit to me, as It cured me of catarrh of the throat, and I took a very bad cold and had la grippe ■last February. It settled in my throat and lungs. I took three bottles of Peruna and it cured me. “I highly recommend it to all who are sick, and I am glad to add my endorse ment to that of others.” Pe-ru-na for Colds. Mr. L. Clifford Figg, Jr., 2929 Eaet Marshall St., Richmond, Va., writes that when he gets a cold he takes Peruna, and it soon drives it out of his system. For several years he was not entirely well, but Peruna completely cured him. People who object to liquid medicine* can now secure Peruna tablets. For a free illustrated booklet entitled “The Truth About Peruna,” address The •Peruna Co.. Columbus, Ohio: Mailed postpaid. He Wa» Governor of Iowa. The mayor of the city of Chicago, with a merry (tarty of friends, en joyed an auto- trip across Iowa. It was fine summer weather, the country fields abounded with luxurious growth and the well kept springy roads made the trip an eshilirating as well as a speedy one. When nearing Des Moines, the may or, wishing to make sure he was tak ing the right road toward the eapitol city, brought the chugging motor to an abrupt stop before a very respect able appearing farm house. ’'Halloo, there," he shouted, ob serving a farmer with broad headgear energetically wielding a scythe in. a hay field off from the road. "Halloo-oe, there,” again shouted the city executive gesticulating vigor ously as the farmer once more paused to gaze at the caller. But as before, he Ignored the com mand and went on reaping. Somewhat put out, the mayor sent his chauffeur Into the field after the obstinate reap er. ”J*®n’t you see that gentleman mo tioning to you out there?” demanded the chauffeur pointing toward his -tarty. “Yes," was tite calm reply. “Well, he requests that you step to the fence and tell him about the roads te the city." "Tell that gentleman I’m very busy; but if he’ll come- into the field I’ll give him the information. •'Sir, do you know’ who my master out there is?” “No. Who is- he?" “He’s the mayor of Chicago.” “So. Tell him be Is doubly welcome in the hayfiehl. I’m the governor of Iowa, myself.” AWFBE GRAVEL ATTACKS Oared by Don^Va ICidney I*ll£n Alte» Years. »f Suflferlnij. F. A. Rlppy. Depot Ave., Gallatin, Term., says: “Fifteen years ago kld y**1*S'fSnt. ney disease attacked me. The pain In my back was 30 agonis ing I finally had to give up work. The* came terrible attack* of gravel with acut* pain and1 passage* of blood. In all I passed 25 stones, some ns large as * bean. Nine years of this rau me down to a state of contin ual weakness, and I thought I never would be better until 1 began using Doan's Kidney Pills. The Improve ment was rapid, and 3ince using four boxes l am cured ami have never had any return of the trouble.” Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a box.. Foster-MUburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. Europe's War Chests. From the London Chronicle. At the present time, and for the future as well, there is lying at the Bank of France, in Paris, a reserve gold store of $160,000,000, which is in fact, writes one correspondent, "looked upon as a war fund, beside which the 20 millions of Germany looks very small.” But tlie German “Kriegschati," or emergency war chest fund, only amounts to 6,000,000 sterling, and It is lying not in the Reichstag bank at Ber lin. but in the vaults of the Julius tower, in the fortress of Spandau, near the capital, against tips coming of Ger ] many's next evil ddy. It has been lying there as a dead fund over since Germany received from Prance her war indemnity of £250,000,000, from which it was taken. The Interruption. The Professor—Heavens! This was the day I was to have been married. What will she think of me? Assistant—You were married. Don’t you remember? The ceremony took place at noon. The Professor—Ah, yes, to be sure. I recall my annoyance ut losing an hour. Green—When your daughter was taken so suddenly ill why didn’t you Bend fop the doctor next door? Wise—Nix, my daughter 1b taking pj. auo lessons and she practices two hour* every day.