I
How He Won Her.
From the Bohemian.
Tie was a fisherman, and in love. He
had angled for Angelina, and caught her.
He had angled for fish also the live-long
day. and caught one ephippid, that is, a
porgy. That night he went to see Ange
lina's father on the delicate question of
matrimony. He was nervous, and could
not bring himself to the momentous ques
tion. so ho talked about the weather and
fishing. The old man asked presently:
"What luck?"
"Only a pound psrgy," replied the suit
or.
"My boy!" exclaimed the happy father,
"I know what you have come about. Tako
her, and be happy. No man has ever con
fessed to such a truth before. You are a
piscatorial George Washington.
Thrtt settled it, though, as a matter of
fact, the porgy weighed only half a pound,
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A String to It.
From the London Globe.
"I was walking along State street,
Chicago (the windy city), when a sud- >
den gust relieved me of my straw hat I
I turned, gave chase, and after a
lengthy run at full speed pounced upor.
It. At the same moment a strangei
(also perspiring and almost breathless)
look it from me and thanked me kindlyi
'But It’s my hat,’ said I. ‘No,’ said ho,
'yours is hanging down your back on a
String.”
His Party.
From tho Argonaut.
A matron of the most determined char
acter was encountered by a young womail
reporter on a country paper, who wai
rent out to Interview leading citizens as to
their politics. "May I see Mr. -7” sh<
asked of a stern-looking woman who
opened the door at one house. "No, yov
can’t,’ ’answered the matron decisively*
“But I want to know what party he be- I
Jongs to," pleaded the girl. The woman !
drew up her tall figure. “Well, take a
good look at me," she said. "I’m the partj
he belongs tot"
WHY TAKE ANT CHANCES
with torn* untried medicine for such troubles m dlarr*
has*, crnrape, dysentery, when for 70 years PninkUief
(Perry Deris’) bee been relieving millions of casss.
Globa Sights.
From the Atchison Globe.
It Is as difficult to select the best auto
mobile as It Is to select the best canta
loupe.
If a young husband falls to kiss his wife
when he comes home, all the girls notice
It. |
You can’t tell the size of a man’s bank ,
Account by the length of his daughter’s
feather.
Have you ever noticed that you no soon
er get one trouble off your hands than
another comes along.
A young mother In Atchison has a baby
boy a year and a half old. "I hate this
baby's wife already,” she says.
If we. kept a hotel, we would not buy a
piano for tho parlor. Every guest who
cannot play always tries a hotel piano.
Lately we are hearing less of mean hus
hands, and more of the manner In which
married daughters Impose on their hus
bands.
If you are not saving a portion of your
salary, no matter how small It Is, you are
not following In the footsteps of your rich
uncle.
An Atchison retail grocer, who has been
selling cigars for 20 years, smoked a
really good cigar lately, and It made him
sick.
What has become of the old fashioned
child who followed the other children
when they went anywhere, and cried to be
taken along?
All the "healers" have been placed In
the background by a South Atchison
woman who can cure a burn by simply
blowing her breath on It.
When a woman gets married, It Is not
because she loves anybody, but because
she wants to get a red lamp shade and a
house of her own In which to "entertain."
There is usually more or less typhoid
among the young people every summer,
and doctors claim It la due to camping
out parties. Few spots, they contend,
have the water and drainage that make
them a fit place for camping out. Going
In wading and swimming In stagnant
water will also cause typhoid.
THREE REASONS.
Each with Two Lr(i and Tea
Placers.
A Boston woman who Is a fond
itttther writes an amusing article
about her experience feeding her boys.
Among other things she says:
"Three chubby, rosy-cheeked boys, Bob,
Jack and Dick, aged 6, 4 and 2 years
respectively, are three of our reasons
for using and recommending the food,
Grape-Nnts, for these youngsters have
been fed on Grape-Nuts since Infancy,
and often between meals when other
children would have been given can
dy.
"I gave a package of Grape-Nuts to
a neighbor whose 3-year-old child was
a weazened little thing, ill half the
time The little tot ate the Grape
Nuts and cream greedily and the
mother continued the good work and
it was not long before a truly wonder
ful change manifested itself in the
chlld'B face and body. The results
were remarkable, even for Grape
Nuts.
"Both husband and I use Grape-Nuts
every day and keep strong and well
and have three of the finest, healthiest
boys you can find In a day's march.”
Many mothers instead of destroying
the children’s stomachs with candy
and rake give the youngsters a hand
ful of Grape-Nuts when they are beg
ging for something in the way ol
sweets. The result Is soon shown in
greatly increased health, strength and
mental activity.
"There’s a Reason.”
Look in pkgs. for the famous little
book, "The Road to Wellville"
Ever read the above letter? A
new one appears from time to time
They are genuine, true, and full ol
human interest.
HE WILD GEE
by Stanley J.We^man.
(Copyright, 1909, by Stanley J. Weyman.)
CHAPTER I.—Continued.
For a ful minute the girl vented her
aitgor on Og, while he stood sulky but
patient, waiting for an opening to de
fend himself. When he obtained this
he seemed to the two on the deck ol'
the sloop to appeal to the big man, who
said a word or two, but was cut short
by the girl. Her voice, passionate and
Indignant, reached the deck, but her
words.
"That should bo Flaxta McMucr
rough!" the colonel murmured thought
fully, "and Uncle Ullck. He's little
changed, whoever’s changed. She has
a will, It seems, and good impulses.”
The big man had begun by frowning
on O'Sullivan Og. But presently he
smiled at something the latter said,
then he laughed; at last he made a
Joke himself. The girl turned on him,
but he argued with her. A man held
up a tub for Inspection, and though
she struck it pettishly, it was plain that
she was shaken. O’Sullivan Og pointed
to the sloop, pointed to his house, grin
ned. The llstners on the deck caught
the word “dues.” and the peal of
laughter that followed.
Captain Augustin understood naught
of what was going forward. But the
man besldo him who did, touched his
sleeve: "It wero well to speak to her,”
he said.
“Who Is she?” the skipper asked Im
patiently. "What has she to do with
It?"
"They are her people,” the colonel
answered simply—"or they should be.
If she says yea It is yea, and if she
says nny It is nay. Or so It should be
as far as a league beyond Morristown."
Augustin waited for no more. He
was still In a fog, but he saw a ray
of hope. This was the chatelaine, It
seemed. He bundled over the side.
Alas, he ventured too late. As his
feet touched the slippery stones of the
Jetty the girl wheeled her horse about
with an angry exclamation, shook her
whip at O’Sullivan Og—who winked the
moment her back was turned—and can
tered away up the hill. On the In
stant the men picked up the kegs they
had dropped, a shrill cry passed down
the line and the work was resumed.
But the big man remained and the
skipper, with the colonel at his elbow,
made for him through the half naked
kernes. He saw them coming, how
ever, guesse* their errand and, with
plain Intention of avoiding them, he
turned his horse’s head.
But the skipper, springing forward,
was In time td seize the stirrup. “Sir.”
ho cried, “this Is robbery. Nom de
Dleu, It is thievery.”
The big man looked down at him
with temper. “Oh, by heaven, you
must pay your dues," he said. "Oh,
yes, you must pay your dues.”
“But this Is robbery."
"Sure It’s not that you must be say
ing.”
The colonel put the skipper on one
tide. “By your leave,” he cried, “one
word. You don't know, sir, who I am,
but”—
“I know you must pay your dues."
Uncle Ullck answered, parrot like. “Oh,
ves, you must pay your dues!” He was
tlearly ashamed of his role, for he
ihook oft the colonel's hold with a pet
’.lsh gesture, struck his horse with his
•tick and cantered over the hill.
"Vaurlen,” cried Captain Augustin,
shaking Ills fist after him, but he might
is weel have sworn at the moon.
CHAPTER II.
MORRISTOWN.
It was not until the colonel had
passed over the shoulder above the
Itonewalled house that he escaped from
;he Jeers of the younger members of
Ihls savage tribe, who, noting some
thing abnormal In the fashion of the
Granger’s clothes, followed him a space.
On descending the farther slope, how
tver, he found himself alone In the sil
ence of the waste. Choosing without
hesitation one of two tracks. Ill trodden,
but such as In that district and at that
period passer for roads, he took his way
along It at a good pace.
A wide brown basin, bog for the most
part, but rising here and there Into low
mounds of sward or clumps of thorn
trees, stretched away to the foot of the
hills. The tower on the shoulder behind
him had been raised by his wild fore
fathers. Soil and sky, the lark which
sang overhead, the dark peat-water
which rose Under foot, the scent of the
moist air, the cry of the curlew, all
spoke of the home which he had left
in the gayety of youth, to return to It
a grave man. older than his years, with
gray hairs flecking the black. No won
der that he stood more than once and,
absorbed In thought, gased on this or
that, on crag and moss, on the things
which time and experience had so
strangely diminished.
The track after zig-zagging across a
segment of the basin, entered a narrow
valley, drained by a tolerable stream.
After ascending this for a couple of
miles It disclosed a view of a wider
vale, enclosed by gentle hills. In the
lap of this nestled a lake, on the upper
end of which some beauty was con
ferred by a few masses of rock partly
clothed by birch trees, through which a
stream fell sharply from the upland.
Not far from these rocks a long, low
house stood on the shore.
The stranger paused to tal*p In the
prospect; nor was It until after the
lapse of some minutes, spent In the
deepest reverie, that he pursued his
way along the left bank of the lake.
Ky and by he was able to discern, amid
the masses of rock at the head of the
lake, a gray tower, the twin of that
Tower of Skull which he had left be
hind him, and a hundred paces further
on he came upon a near view of the
house.
“Two and twenty years!” he mur
! mured. “There Is not even dog to bid
me welcome!”
The house was of two stories, with a
thatched roof. Its back was to the
slopes that rose by marshy teraces to
the hills. Its face was turned to the
lake and between It and the water lay
a walled forecourt, the angle on each
side of the entrance protected by a
tower of an older date than the house.
The entrance was somewhat pretentious
and might—for each of the pillars sup
ported by a heraldic beast—have seemed
to an English eye out of character with
the thatched roof. Rut one of the beasts
was headless, and one of the gates had
fallen from its hinges. In like manner
the dignity of a tolerably spacious
garden, laid out beside the house was
marred by the proximity of the fold
yard.
On the lower side of th road, oppo
site the gates, half a dozen stone steps
that, like the heraldic pillars, might
have graced a more stately mansion,
led down to the water. They formed a
resting place for as many beggars, en
gaged In drawing at empty pipes, while
twice as many old women sat against
the wall of the forecourt and with their
drugget cloaks about them kept up a
continual whine. Among these, turn
ing herself now to one, now to another,
moved the girl whom the colonel had
seen at the landing place. She held her
riding skirt uplifted In one hand, her
whip In the other, and she was bare
headed. At her elbow, whistling idly,
and tapping his boots with a switch,
lounged the big man of the morning.
As the colonel approached the man
and the maid turned and looked at him.
The two exchanged some sentences and
the man came forward to meet him.
‘‘Sir,'' he said, not without a touch of
rough courtesy, “if it is for hospitality
you have come, you will bo welcome at
Morristown. But if it is to start a
i cry about this morning s business
I you’ve traveled on your 10 toes to no
purpose.”
The colonel looked at him. "Cousin
Ulick,” he said, “I take your welcome
as it is meant, and I thank you for it.”
The big man's mouth opened wide.
“By the Holy Cross!” he said, “if I’m
not thinking it is John Sullivan.!”
"It is,” the colonel answered, smil
ing. And he held out his hand.
Uncle Ulick grasped it impulsively.
"And it’s I’m the one that's glad to sec
you,” he said. “By heaven. I am!
Though I didn’t expect you! And faith.
I’m not sure that you will be as wel
come to all, John Sullivan, as you are
to me.”
"You were always easy, Ulick,” the
other answered with a smile, "when
you wore big and I was little.”
"Ay? Well, in size we're much as we
were. But—Flavia!”
The girl, scenting something strange,
was already at his elbow. “What is
it?” she asked, her breath coming a lit
tle quickly. "Who is it?” fixing her
eyes on the newcomer’s face.
Uncle Ulick chuckled. “It’s your
guardian, my jewel,” he said. “No
less! And what he’ll say to what’s go
ing on I’ll not be foretelling!”
"My guardian?" she repeated, the
blood rising abruptly to her cheek.
“Just that,” Ulick Sullivan an
swered. “It's John Sullivan back from
Sweden, and as I’ve told him, I’m not
sure that all at Morristown will be as
glad to see him as I am.” Uncle Ulick
went off into a peal of Titanic laugh
ter.
But that which amused him did not
appear to amuse his niece. She stood
staring at Colonel Sullivan as if she
were far more surprised than pleased.
At length, and with a childish dignity,
she held out her hand.
“If you are Colonel John Sullivan,"
she said, in a thin voice, “you are wel
come at Morristown.”
He might have laughed at the dis
tance of her tone, but he merely
bowed, and with the utmost gravity.
I_—
“Flavia flicked her with her whip, as she would a dog.”
"I thank you,” he answered. And then,
addressing Ullck Sullivan, "I need not
Bay that I had your communication,”
he continued, “with the news of Sir
Michael’s death and of the dispositions ,
made by his will. I could not come ■
at once, but when I could I did, and ,
I am here. Having said so much,” he
went on, turning to the girl with se
rious kindness, "may I add that I think
it will be well if we leave matters of
business on one side until we know
one another?"
, "Well, faith, I think we'd better,”
Ullck Sullivan chuckled. ”1 do think
so, bedad!”
The girl said nothing, and restraint
fell upon the three. They turned from
one another and looked across the
lake, which the wind, brisk at sea,
barely ruffled. Colonel Sullivan re
marked that they had a little more
land under tillage than he remembered,
and Ullck assented. Again there was
silence, until the girl struck her habit
with her whip and said flippantly.
"Well, to dinner, if we are to have
dinner.” She turned and led the way
to the gate of the forecourt.
The man who followed was cleyer
enough to read defiance In the pose of
her head and resentment in her
shoulders. When a beggar woman,
more importunate than the rest,
caught hold of her skirt, and Flavin
flicked her with her whip as she
would have flicked a dog, he under
stood.
There were dogs In the stone paved
hall; a hen, too, finding its food on
the fleer and strutting here and there
as if it had never known another
home. On the left of the door an oak
table stood laid for the midday meal;
on the right, before a carved stone;
chimneypieee, under which a hugo log
smouldered on the andirons, two or;
three men were seated. Those rose
on the entrance of the young mistress j
—they were dependents of the better .
class, for whom open house was kept
at Morristown. So far, all was well;
yet It may be that on the Instant eyes (
which had been blind to defects were
opened by the presence of this stranger j
from the outer world. Flavia's voice
was hard as she asked old Darby, the
butler, if The McMurrough was in the
house.
"Faith, I believe not.” said he. "His
Honor, nor the other quality, have not
returned from the fishing.”
“Well, let him know when ho comes j
in." she rejoined, "that Colonel John
Sullivan has arrived from Sweden, 1
and," she added, with a faint sneer, J
“it were well If you put on your uni- ;
form. Darby.” |
The old butler did not hear the last
words. He was looking at the new
comer. “Glory be, colonel.” he said, “it’s
In a field of peas I’d have known you!
True for you. you’re as like the father
I that bred you as the two covers of a
'book! It’s he was the grand gentle
man! I was beyant the Maloney's
great gravestone when he shot Squire
Crosby in the old churchyard of Tra
lee for an appetite to his breakfast!
More by token, he went out with the
garrison officer after his second bottle
that same day that ever was and the
creature shot him In the knee—bad
luck to him for a foreigner and a
Protestant—and he limped to his dy
ing day!”
The girl laughed unkindly, "touts
opening your mouth and putting your
foot in It, Darby,” she said. "If the
colonel is not a foreigner”
“And sure he couldn't be that and
his own father's son!” cried the
quick-witted Irishman. "And if, bad
luck, he's a Protestant, I’ll never be
lieve he's one of them through-aiyl
through black Protestants that y *u
and I mean! Glory be, it’s not in r'le
Sullivans to be one of them!”
The colonel laughed as he shook the
old servant's hand, and Uncle Ulick
joined in the laugh. “You're a clever
rogue, Darbv,” he said, “Your neck’ll
never be in a rope, but you lingers
will untie the knot! And now,
where'll you put him?”
Flavia tapped her foot on the floor;
foreseeing, perhaps, what was com
ing, , ,
"Put His Honor?” Darby repeated,
rubbing his bald head. “Ay, sure,
where’ll we put him? May it be long
before the heavens is his bed! There's
the old master’s room, a grand cham
ber fit for a lord, but there’s a small
matter of the floor that is sunk and
lets in the rate—bad cess to the dogs
for an idle, useless pack. The young
master’s friends are in the south, but
the small room beyant that has the
camp tackle that Sir Michael brought
from the ould wars, that’s dry and
snug! And for the one window, that's
airy, sure, ’tis no drawback at this
sayson.”
“It will do very well for me, Darby,”
the colonel said, smiling.
“Well," Darby answered, "I’m*not so
sure where’s another. The young mas
ther”
“That will do, Darby,” the girl cried
impatiently. And then, “I am sorry,
Colonel Sullivan,” she continued stiffly,
“that you should be so poorly lodged
—who are the master of all. But
doubtless,” with an irrepressible re
sentment in her voice, “you will be
able presently to put matters on a bet
ter footing.”
With a formal courtesy she retreat
ed up the stairs, which at the rear of
the hall ascended to a gallery that ran
right and left to the rooms on the first
flocr.
Colonel Sullivan turned with Uncle
Ulick to the nearest window and
looked out on the untidy forecourt.
"You know, I suppose,” he said, in a
tone which the men beside the fire,
who were regarding him curiously,
could not hear, “the gist of Sir Mi
chael's letter to me?”
Uncle Ulick drummed with his
fingers on the window sill. “Faith, the
most of it,” he said.
“Was he right in believing that her
brother intended to turn Protestant
for the reasons he told me?”
“It’s like enough, I'm thinking.”
“Does she know ? The girl?”
“Not a breath! And I wmuld not b«
---■—--I
the one to tell her,’’ Uncle Ulick add so,
■with some grimress.
"Yet It may bo necessary?”
Uncle Ulick shook his fist at a par
ticularly Importunate beggar who had
ventured acrcss the forecourt. “It's
a gift the little people never gave me
to tell unpleasant things,” he said.
"And If you’ll be told by me, colonel,
"you'll travel easy. The girl has a
spirit, and you’ll not persuade her to
stand In her brother’s llgh, at all, at
ail! She has It fast that her grand
father wronged him—and old Sir Mi
chael was queer tempered at times.
The gift to her will go for nothing,
you’ll see!”
"She must be a noble girl.”
“Never a better!"
“But If her grandfather was right
In thinking 111 of his grandson?”
"I’m not saying he wasn’t,” Uncle
Ulick muttered.
"Then we must not let her set the
will aside."
(Continued Next Week)
Cedar for Pencils.
From the Washington Post.
"Down In my state there Is a patch
of territory about 25 miles square, near
the town where the battle of Franklin
was fought during the civil war, which
Is practically the only section In the
United States where cedar Is grown for
no other purpose than to furnish stock
for the lead pencil Industry," said
Thomas Green, of Nashville. “In that
section cedar trees seem to spring
spontaneously from the soil, and the
peculiar thing about It Is that they
do not grow In any other section of the
state to amount to anything. These
forests give employment to many wood
I choppers and planing mill workers, who
prepare the cedar for shipment to lead
: pencil factories in the Eastern states
and to Europe. An Immense amount of
I the wood Is cut, planed, sawed and
shipped oqt of the town of Murfrees
boro, Tenn., every year. There have
1 been many fortunes made In that sec
, tlon out of cedar. Cedar trees are cul
tivated as Is any other crop. The
i groves, conserved as they are now by
; the wise owners, will last forever, and
will be furnishing the close grained,
. fine fibred wood for pencils a century
; from now."
Dramatic Humor in China.
From the Shanghai Mercury.
I At most towns we have called at
! theatricals formed one of the sights.
: The din and discord of the band at
! traded us more than once even If the
I play had no fascination. It matters
j little or not at all to a foreigner what
the plot Is all about, as this drags on
| for two or three days, sometimes long
er. We witnessed a screaming act
which was evidently the punishment
inflicted on the villains of the drama.
Three men In almost a state of nudity
; were being soused with buckets of wa
ter and making funny grlmnces as the
cold douche was dashed In their faces.
! Judging by the frantic shouts of the
: audience this "situation" wan evidently
‘ the height of dramatic humor, and as
i we strolled away the poor villains were
t still taking their punishment as stage
I villains should.
II ---
■ | The United States ranks third among
[the nations In Importation of *%u
MODERN METHODS
OF ADVERTISERS
How They Reach the People
With Whom They Wish
to Do Business.
MAILING CIRCULARS ART
I
—
There Is No Longer the Old Fashioned
Hit and Miss Methods of Send
ing Out Literature Per
taining to Business.
- _
From the New York Sun.
Few industries have grown so fast
as that of advertising by circulars, let
ters and pamphlets through the mails.
Last year, it has been estimated, more
than $30,000,000 was spent for postage
on such communications, and an ad
| vertising authority familiar with this
field asserts that every other letter
carried by Uncle Sam is an advertise
ment.
| Formerly mall advertising was car
ried on more or less in the dark. The
advertiser simply got a city directory
or blue book or telephone directory,
copied the names on envelopes, stuck
in his circulars and let them go, hit
ting old and young, men and women,
rich and poor, learned and unlettered
alike. Today that sort of advertising
j would be regarded as criminally waste
1 ful.
The city directory is now an adver
tiser’s last resort, used only when the
whole population of a city is to be
| reached with some great proposition.
Even, the blue book and telephone di
rectory, while regarded with more fa
! vor, are clumsy in comparison with
newer ways of getting names and ad
dresses.
I An advertising letter nowadays must
hit the recipient on some special in- I
terest. It often echoes what one ha3 |
in mind with a certainty that smacks j
of soothsaying on the advertiser’s part, j
I For, if you live in a small western
' town it will not at all be out of the
way for you to receive a circular ad
vertising stove repairs, mentioning the
make and number of your stove. Or
such a missive may call attention to the
fact that your piano, of such and such
a make and age, is getting rather out
of tone, and ought to be replaced with
another or helped out with a piano
player.
Or perhaps you live in a city and
have lately taken a flyer in stocks or
purchased a few bonds for investment.
Other investment propositions will
come to you by mail, and the advertiser
who sends them mentions your recent
operations.
How are advertising letters made to
strike home so accurately? In ways
altogether simple and logical when you
know them.
To make his advertisement hit clean
ly, the advertiser begins with your
name and address. That is the key to
his whole system—getting you on his
mailing list in your proper classifica
tion.
The business of securing names and
addresses is now carried on separately
by large concerns, that furnish to ad
vertisers lists of any sort desired, from
one including 250,000 farmers west of
the Mississippi river to another enum
erating 1,000 persons in a given state
who have automobiles.
Do you wish to advertise baby car
riages to families with babies? The ad
vertising list concern will sell you the
names and addresses of 10,000 families ,
in a certain city who have children
under two years of age and incomes j
pver $5,000.
Are you a maker of artificial limbs? |
Every day he will furnish you a list i
of persons throughout the country who
have lost arms or legs.
Are you in the musical line? You can
have lists of persons anywhere who
1 play any sort of instrument, from the
gently plinking mandolin to the stren- I
uous bass drum. I
Such lists are obtained in various j
1 ways. To get 260,000 farmers in a cer
i tain territory the address specialists
' usually go to county tax lists, where
j names and addresses are accurate and
, 1 complete. At such a source it is also
. possible to grade the names accord
' lng to income,, estimates being made
; by the amount of property on which
• j each person pays taxes.
Among lists of this character you can
. ! purchase the names and addresses of
, 125,000 retail grocers, 121,000 physi
cians, 25,000 flour mills, or any other
general classification desired.
Names and addresses of families with
t children are secured by a systematic
private census, made by the list spe
i clalist’s own enumerators. All homes
in a city are visited and the number
> of children, their ages, etc., obtained,
either from householders or the neigh
bors. Janttors are a good source for
information of this sort.
A family’s probable income is easily
determined from the neighborhood.
, One of the railroads running out of
r New York city for example, wishes to
i advertise its suburban towns. A lit
x tie monthly magazine is mailed for this
3 purpose to names taken from the mall
. boxes of apartment houses in neighbor
, hoods where rents denote incomes
■ ranging between $2,000 and $5,000.
i ’ Advertisers are regular readers of
r certain Information in newspapers,
, such as deaths, births, marriages, ac
9 cldents. Every birth means a cent or
' two to the list concern, which forwards
9 it to a baby food manufacturer.
J Five .cents is paid by a manufac
1 turer of artificial eyes for every report
9 pf the loss of an eye. Even deaths are
1 a matter of traffic, for families be
8 reaved are canvassed by the maker of
f memorial cards. Some advertisers put
1 names of this character away for a
" year, until the expenses attendant up
8 on a death have been met by the fam
- Jly, and then approach the survivors
- with a proposition to erect a monu
8 ment.
y It Is easier to get lists of persons
4 who own pianos, stoves, organs, etc.,
I. or who play certain musical instru
y ments. The advertisers employ chil
dren during school vacations, paying
them for filling out blanks with correct
names and addresses of families In
their own towns, giving name of piano,
t make of stove and number, musical in
5. clinations number and ages of chil
- dren, etc.
e Since the telephone became a factor
s in farm life the local telephone dtrec
,t tories are. in great request with cotn
n pliers of advertising names. It is rea
soned that the telephone directory of
■t a given community contains the cream
it of its residents.
! Some of the queer lists for :'ile are
v the names of thirty-three dynamite
_ makers, twenty-two sandpaper manu
p facturers, nine lead pencil factories,
g and the like. Such lists are often sold
.' for a dollar a name, being used by ad
v vertisers who sell machinery and sup
- lilies in large quantities.
' one list that has a peculiar fasclna
" tlon for advertisers, it is said, contains
' the names of 300 millionaires. It is
used again and again, though the ad
dress specialist frankly considers it ona
5 of he least promising he has.
WORTH
MOUNTAINS
OFGOLD
During Change of Life,
says Mrs. Chas. Barclay
Graniteville, Vt. — “I was passing
through the Change of Life and suffered
from nervousness
and other annoying
symptoms, and I
can truly say that
LydiaE.Pinkham’s
Vegetable Com
pound has proved
worth mountains
nef gold to me, as it
restored my health
never forget to tell
my friends what
LydiaE. Pinkham’s
na has done for me
during this trying period. Complete
restoration to health means so much
to me that for the sake of other suffer
ing women I am willing to make my
trouble public so you may publish
this letter.”—Mrs. Chas. Barclay,
R.F.D.,Graniteville, Vt.
No other medicine for woman’s ills
has received such wide-spread and un
qualified endorsement. No other med
icine we know of has such a record
of cures of female ills as has Lydia E.
Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound.
For more than 30 years it has been
curing female complaints such as
inflammation, ulceration, local weak
nesses, fibroid tumors, irregularities,
periodic pains, backache, indigestion
and nervous prostration, and it is
unequalled for carrying women safely
through the period of change of life.
It costs but little to try Lydia E.
Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound, and,
as Mrs. Barclavsays.it is “ wnrth moun
tains of gold " to suffering women
A Novel Museum.
The German city of Frankfurt has
added to its many institutions of
learning, sciences and fine arts a new
one of a novel character, namely, a
museum of culinary art, according to
Consul General Richard Guenther, of
Frankfort.
"The museum was opened last
January,” said the consul general to a
New York Telegram reporter. "Its ob
ject is to cultivate the culinary art
to the highest degree.
“Every new dish of gastronomic in
vention will be duplicated and tested
in the museum, which in reality, will
be a university for chefs, hotel keepers
gourmets and producers and dealer*
of fine food articles. The new institu
tion has the hearty support of every
caterer and chef in the kingdom.”
The Old-Fashioned Bonnet. %
How dear to my heart is the old-fashioned
bonnet.
The old-fashioned bonnet that Nell used
to wear,
Without any plums and red cherries stuck
on it—
The bonnet that didn't want false curly
hair!
The dishpan effect may be stylish and
stunning, -
The waste paper basket that's lately
come in
May be quite the rage and recherche and
cunning.
But give me the hat she tied under he#
chin. —London Opinion.
PROVED BY TIME.
No Fear of Any Further Trouble.
David Price, Corydon, la., says: "I v*
was in the last stage of kidney trou
ble—lame, weak, run down to a mere
skeleton. My back
was so bad I could
hardly walk and the
kidney secretions
much disordered. A
week after I began
using Doan's Kidney
Pills I could walk
without a cane, and
as I continued my
health gradually re
turned. I was so
grateful I made a public statement of
my case, and now seven years have
passed, and I am still perfectly well.”
Sold by all dealers. 50c. a box
Foster-Mflburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y.
Each to His Way.
Philander Johnson in Washington Star.
Says de butterfly to de bum’ly bee.
"Why Isn't you all dressed up, like me?
I hasn't a thing In de world to do
’Cep’ show oft de clothes dat look so
new."
Says de bum’ly bee to de butterfly,
"Why doesn’t you work as de days
go by.
A layln’ up honey de way I does;
You hasn't got even de grit to buzz.”
And' tie bullfrog holler, "You stop dat
fuss! ^
Dis’ world would be in a so’-nuff muss
If de bees loafed 'round, on gaudy wing,
/.n’ de butterflies worked an’ learned
to sting.”
The Chinese have astronomical rec
ords which go back to 2356 B. C.
A NOTRE DAME LADY’S APPEAL.
To all knowing sufferers of rheumatism,
whether muscular or of the joints, sgistlc*.
lumbagos, backache, pains In the kidneys
or neuralgia pains, to write to her for a
home treatment which has repeatedly cured
all of these-tortures. She feels It her duty
to send It to all sufferers FREE. You cur#
(•ourself at home as thousands will testify—
no change of climate being necessary. This
simple discovery banishes uric sctd from
the blood, loosens the stiffened Joints, puri
fies the blood, and brightens the eyes, giving
elasticity and tone to the whole system. If
, the above Interest# you. for proof address
| Mrs. M. Summers. Box 3. Notre Dame. Ind.
Mother's milk
will supply the
baby laxative enough, if
she takes a candy Cascaret.
And the laxative will be natural,
' gentle, vegetable—just what baby
needs. Try one and you’ll know
why millions cf mothers use them.
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