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.
