CHICACO MERCHANT MAKES STATEMENT. After Spending Thousands of Dollar* and Consulting the Most Eminent Physicians. He Was Desperate. CHICAGO, ILLS.—Mr. J. G. Becker, of 134 Van Boren St., a well-known wholesale dry goods dealer, states as follows: “I have had catarrh for more than thirty years. Have tried everything on earth and spent thousands of dollars for other medicines and with physicians, without getting any lasting re lief, and can say to you that I have found Peruna the only rem edy that has cured me per manently. “Peruna has also cured my wife of catarrh. 8he always keeps It in the house for an attack of Cold, which it invariablycures in a very short time.’" The Lesser Evil. From Boston Record. A duck hunter returning from the Maine shores tells a story typical of the hardy men who live there. On one of the islands near where he went lived a man who acted as postman for the few scHtti ring houses on tile Island, and S'lio would row to the mainland every lay and bring hack the mail, for which he received 50 cents. One morning during a terrific storm the hunter saw the postman pull over; Several times during the trip the boat was nearly swamped, and the man In danger of his life. "Why in the world did you make that trip?" asked the hunter, "surely not for the 50 cents?” "Well, you see.” replied the postman, “If I miBs a trip I have to write a con founded long letter to Washington ex plaining why, and so I thought I hud rather pull the boat.” Hie Point of View. Dr. Gerrnhunter—During the next decade we may expect a moat wonder ful decrease In mortality. Mr. Graves (the undertaker)—Pessi mist! . DAVIS' PAINKILLER ■as no anbatitute. No other remedy la ao effective for rhounibtlnm. himbnoo, atlffncaa neurnlela or «old ol any sort Put upin 36c, 86c ami 60o bottles. An Epitaph. Twenty-five years ago, In Tombstone, when that bloody murderer Geronlmo was on ihe warpath, the editor of the Care of the Body had editorial charge or the Tombstone Epitaph. Here Is another epitaph sent to the Medical Brief by a physician who declares It may be seen on a moss-grown tomb stone. He says he sends It as a warn ing to those who refuse to "doctor:” "Here lies my wife, Samantha Proc tor, Who ketched a cold and wouldn't doctor. She couldn't stay, she had to go— Praise God, from whom all blessings flow." Convincing, Is It not? Hun for the doctor. When a man gets married there Is the license acid the preacher, and some times the devil to pay, and still some people think It Is not a costly procedure. Sy™v;sRss EWvx *$ Serna acts gcuWx/ \/d \>vq\yx\% cwWvc bowels; cleawses \\xe system ejjecXuoXVy; assists cuclwcvcTCQwnug Vxabxlxval co\\st\pal\ov\ pamamxlly. 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Address Dalby, Middle water, Texas. -- A|yTFn Aetlreand ambitious young BASEBALL nHItlLII PLAYKKN for 1910 minor leaguw taama, to taka tb# plaea of players drafted by major laagua clubs. Address Bu ill), RaekaaUr, M. V SIOUX CITY P'T'G CO- 1,330-4, 1910 E WILD GEE by Stanley J. Weyman. ——^————pA— 'Copyright, 1909, by Stanley J. VVeyman.) CHAFTER XX.—(Continued.) "Devil a doubt of it," said Asgill, whose subtle1 brain had been at work. "Not that it matters, bedad, for an Irish gentleman will do his best. And to morrow Colonel Sullivan, that’s more knowledge of the- mode ana foreign ways, will be back, and he’ll he help ing bis cousin. More by token," he add ed in a different tone, "you know him of old?" Payton, who bad frowned at the name, reddened at the question. "Is that," he asked, "the Colonel Sullivan who-" 'Who tried the foils with Demoine at Tralee?" Asgill cried heartily. "The same and no other. He Is away today, but he’ll be returning tomorrow, ami he’ll be delighted to see you. And by good luck there are foils in the house and he’ll pass the time pleasantly with you. It's he’s the hospitable creature!" Payton was anything hut anxious to see the man whose skill had turned the joke against him, and his face betok ened his feelings. Had he foreseen the meeting lie would have left the job to a subaltern. "Hang It!" he exclaimed, vexed by the recollection. "A fine mess you led me into there, Asgill.” I did not know him then,” Asgill replied lightly. "And, pho! Take my word for it, lie’s no man to bear ( malice." "Malice, begad!" Payton answered, illhinnoredly. "I think it’s I-’’ "Ah, you are.right again, to be sure!" Asgill agreed, laughing silently, for already lie had formed a hope that the guest might be manoeuvered out of the house on the morrow. He knew Payton. He knew the man’s arrogance, the con- , tempt in which he held the Irish, his view of them as an inferior race. He was sure that if he saw Flavin and fancied her he was capable of any out- 1 rage, or if he learned her position in regard to the estate he might prove a formidable, if an honorable, competitor. In either case to hasten tin■ man’s de- j parture and to Induce Flavta to remain j In the background in the meantime became AsgiH’s chief aim. James MeMurrough,* on the other hand, saw in the unwelcome Intruder an English officer, and, troubled by his guilty conscience, he dreaded above all things what he might discover. True, the past was past, the plot spent, the Spanish ship gone. But the Colonel remained and in durance, and if by any chance the Englishman stumbled on him, heard his story and lived to carry It hack to Tralee, the consequences might ho such that a cold sweat broke out on the young man’s brow at the But he thrust the temptation from him. He knew that it was not only the stranger's presence that weighed her down, but her recollection of the man in the tower and his miserable plight. As he went on with Morty, he gave him a hint to say as little in Payton's presence as possible, "I know the man," he explained, "and where he's weak. I’m for seeing the back of him as soon as we can, but without noise." "There’s always the bog," grumbled Morty. "And the garrison at Tralee,” Asglll rejoined dryly, "to ask where he Is? And his troopers to answer the ques tion." Morty hade him manage it his own way. "Only I'll trouble you not to blame me," he added, "If the English soger finds the colonel, and ruins us entirely." “I’ll not," Asglll answered pithily, "if so be you'll hold your tongue." So at supper that night Payton looked in vain for the Kerry beauty whose charms the warmer wits of the mess had more than once painted in hues rather florid than fit. Neverthe less lie would have enjoyed himself tolerably—nor the less because now and again he let his contempt for the company peep from under his com plaisance—but for the obtuseness of his friend; who. as if he had only one man and one idea in his head, let fall with every moment some mention of Colonel John. Now. it was the happy certainty of the colonel’s return next day that Inspired his eloquence; now, the pleasure with which the colonel would meet Payton again; now, the lucky chance that found a pair of new foils on the window ledge. “For he's ruined entirely and no one to play with him!" Asglll continued, a a twinkle in his eye. “No one, I'm meaning, major, of his sort of force at all! Begad, boys, you'll see some fine fencing for once! You’ll think ye’ve never seen any before. I’m doubt ing." "I'm not sure that I can remain to morrow," Payton said in a surly tone. Ho began to suspect that Asgill was quizzing him. He noticed that every time the justice named Colonel Sul livan, men looked furtively at one an other, or straight before them, as if they were In a design, if that were so, tile design could only be to pit Colonel Sullivan against him, or to provoke a quarrel between them. He felt a qualm of apprehension, and he was confirmed in the plan he had already formed—to be gone next day. But in flip mull nlittlil hla lomcoe .1 v_ I. to carry the way into the enemy’s country. “I didn’t know,” he snarled, taking Asgill up in the middle of an eulogy of Colonel John’s skill, “that he was so great a favorite of yours.” "He was not,” Asgill replied dryly. “He is now, it seems,” in the same sneering tone. "We know him better. Don’t we, boys?” They murmured assent. "And the lady whose horse I shel tered for you," the major continued, spitefully watching for an opening— "confound you, little you thanked me for it—she must be still more in his interest than you? And how does that suit your book?" Asgill had great self control, and the major was not a close observer. But the thrust was so unexpected that on the Instant Payton read the other-se cret in his eyes—knew that he loved, and knew that he was jealous. Jealous of Sullivan; Jealous of the man whom he was for some reason praising. Then why not jealous of a younger, a more fashionable rival? Asgill’s cunningly reared plans began to sink, and even while he answered he knew it. "She likes him," he said, “as we all do." "Some more, some less," Payton an swered with a grin. "Just so," the Irishman returned, controlling himself. "Some more, some less. And why not, I’m asking?" "I think I must stay over tomor row," Payton remarked, smiling at the celling. "There must be a good deal to be seen here." "Ah, there is," Asgill answered in ap parent good humor. "Worth seeing, too, I'll be sworn!” the Englishman replied, smiling more broadly. "And that’s true, too!" the other re joined. He had himself in hand, and it was not from him that the proposal to break up the party came. The major It was who at last pleaded fatigue Englishmen's heads, he said, were stronger than their stomachs; they were a match for port, but not for claret. , "You should correct it. major, with a little cognac," The McMurrough sug gested politely. "Not tonight, and. by your leave. I'll have my man called and go to bed." "It’s early," James McMurrough said, playing the host. "It Is, but I’ll have my man and go to bed." Payton answered, with true British obstinacy. “No offense to any \n 1,11ml. i •» miu iu him uinim, , Payton, whose mind was secretly occu pied with the Colonel, sought to evince his Indifference by changing the sub ject, and in doing so hit on one singu larly unfortunate. “A pretty fair piece of water," he I said, rising with an affected yawn. “The 1 tower at the head of it—It's grown too j dark to see it—Is it inhabited?" The MeMurough started guiltily. "The tower?" lie stammered. Could it ! bo that the man knew all and was here to expose him? His heart stood still, then raced. “The Major'll be meaning the tower oil the rock,” Asglll said smoothly, but With a warning look. "Ah, sure. It'll be used at times, Major, for a prison, you understand." "Oh!" "lint we’ll be better to be moving In side, I’m thinking,” he continued. Payton assented. He was still brood ing on his enemy, the Colonel. Curse the man, he was thinking. Why couldn't lie keep out of Ills way? "Take the Major In, McMurrougli," Asglll said, who feared Klavla and Morty O'Belrne might arrive from the Tower. "You'll like to get rid of your boots before supper, Major." he went an. "Bid Darby send the Major's man to him, McMurrougli; or, better, I’ll be going to the stables myself and I'll be telling lilm!” As the others went in Asglll strolled toward the stables. But when they had passed out of sight he turned and walked along the lake to meet the girl and her companion. As he walked he luul time to decide how he might best deal with Klavia and how much he should tell her. When he met them, theremore-—by this time the night was falling—his first question related to that which an hour before had been the one preoccupation of all their minds. "Well,” he said, "he’ll not have yield- . ed yet, I am thinking?" Dark as it was. the girl averted her face to hide the trouble in her eyes. She shook her heud. "No," she said, “he has not." "I did r.ot count on it," Asglll replied cheerfully. "But time —time and him- I ger and patience— not. a doubt he’ll give in presently." She did not answer, but he fancied— i she kept her face averted—that she ; shivered. “While you have been away some thing has happened,” he continued. Aft er all, It was perhaps as well, he re flected, that Payton had come. His nnmlmr ovon If Vluvln flirt lint nni-min. ter him, would prevent her dwelling too long on that room In the tower nnd on the man who famished there. She hated tin- colonel, Asgill believed. She had hated him. he was sure. But how long would she continue to bate him In these circumstances? How long, If she learned what were the colonel's feelings toward her? "An un welcome guest has come," he continued glibly, "and one that'll be giving trou ble, I'm fearing." "A guest?" Flavin repeated in aston ishment. She halted. What time for guests was this? “And unwelcome?" she added. "Who Is it?" “An English officer," Asgill ex plained, “from Tralee. He is saying that the castle has heard something and has sent him here to look about him." | Naturally the dang' r seemed greater to the two than to Asgill. who knew his man. Words of dismay broke from Flavin and O'Belrne. "From Tralee?" she cried. "And an English officer? Good heavens! Do you know him?” “I do." Asgill answered confidently. “And 1 can manage him. I hold him, like that, not the least doubt of it; hut (lie less we'll be doing for him the sooner he'll he going and the safer we'll be! I would not be so bold as to advise." he continued, diffidently, "but I'm thinking It would be no worse if you left him to be entertained by the men." "I will!" she cried. "Why should 1 be wanting to see him?” "Then I think he'll be ordering his horse tomorrow!" "I wish he were gone now!" she cried. "Ah. so do I!" he replied, from his heart. "I will go In through the garden," she said. He assented. She turned aside, and for a moment he bent to the tempta tion to go with her. He was sure that she had begun, not only to suffer Ills company, but to suffer It willingly. And here, as she passed through the darkling garden, was an opportunity of making a further advance. She would have to grope her way, a rea son for taking her hand might offer, and—his head grew hot at the thought. "There's none will take it here," As- I gill answered. "An Irishman's house is I his guest's castle. "But, knowing that Payton liked his glass, he wondered, I until it occurred to him that the other ! wished to have his hand steady for the I sword play next day. The McMurrough, who had risen, took a look and attended his guest to his room. Asgill and the O'Beirnes re mained seated at the table, the young men scoffing at the Englishman's con ceit of himself, Asgill silent and down cast. His scheme of ridding himself of Payton had failed; but it remained to face the situation. He did not dis trust Elavia but he distrusted Payton— his Insolence, his violence, and the privileged position which his duellist's skill gave him. And then •there was Colonel John, If Payton learned what was afoot at the tower, and saw his way to make use of it, the worst might happen to all concerned. He looked up at a touch from Morty, and to his astonishment he saw Elavia standing at the end of the table. There was a hasty scrambling to the feet, for the men had not drunk deep, and by all in the house—except her brother— the girl was treated with respect. "1 was thinking," Asgill said, fore seeing trouble, "that you were in bed and asleep." Her hair was tied back negligently and her dress half fastened at the throat. "1 cannot sleep," she answered. And then she stood a moment drumming with her slender fingers on the table, and tlie men noticed that she was un usually pale. "I cannot sleep.' she re peated, a tremor in her voice. "I keep thinking of him- I want some one— to go to him." "Now ?" "Now!” "But," Asgill said slowly, “I'm think- ; Ing that to do that were to give him holies. It were to spoil all Once in 24 houra—th.tt was agreed. And it is not four hours since you were there. If there is one thing needful, not the least doubt of it!—it Is to leave him thinking that we're meaning it." He spoke reasonably. But the girl labored under a weight of agitation that did not suffer her to reason. "But if he dies?" she cried in .a woe ful tone. "If he dies of hunger? Oh, my God, of hunger! What have we done then? I tell you,” she continued. 1 cannot bear it! I cannot bear it!” She looked from one to the other as appealing to each in turn to share her horror, and to act. "It is wicked, it is wicked!” she continued, in a shriller tone and with a note of defiance in her voice, "and who will answer for it if he does? I—not you! I, who tricked him, who lied to him, who lured him there!” For a moment there was a stricken rilence In the room. Then, "And what had he done for her?” Asgill retorted with spirit—for he saw that if he did not meet her on her own plane she was capable of any act, however ruinous. "Or, If not to you, to Ireland, to your king, to your country, to your hopes?" He flung into his voice all the indigna tion of which he was roaster. "A trick you say? Was it not by a trick he ruined all? The fairest prospect, the brightest day that ever dawned for Ire land! The day of freedom, of liberty, of"—— She twisted her fingers feverishly to gether. . "Yes,” she said, “ye*! Yes, but I can't bear it! It is no use talking," she continued, with a violent shudder. "You are here—look!” she pointed to the table strewn with the remains of the meal. "But he is—starving! Starving!” she repeated, as if the physical pain touched herself. "You shall go to him tomorrow. Go yourself,” he replied in a soothing tone. "I?" she cried. "Never!” "Oh, but"- Asgill began, perplexed but not surprised by her attitude. “But there’s your brother,” he continued, re lieved. "He will tell you, I’m sure, that nothing can be so harmful as to change now. "Your sister," he went on, ad dressing The McMurrough, who had lust descended the stairs, “she’s wish ing some one will go to the Colonel and see if he’s down a peg. But I'm telling her” "It’s folly entirely, you should be telling her,” James McMurrough re plied, curtly and roughly. "Tomorrow it sunset, and not an hour earlier, he'll be visited. And then it'll be you, Flawy, that'll speak to him. What more Is It you’re wanting?" "I speak to him?” she cried, “I wouldn’t!" rsiu it 11 oe you u nave to, ne re plied roughly. •• Wasn't it so arranged?" "I couldn’t!" she replied, in the same tone of trouble. “Some one else—if you like.” “But it's not some one else will do,” lames retorted. “But why should I be the one—to go?” she walled. She had Colonel John's face before her, haggard, sunken, fam ished, as, peering into the gloomy, fire lit room, she had seen it that after noon. “For a very good reason,” her broth er retorted with a sneer. He looked at \sgill and laughed. That look startled her as a flash of light startles a traveler groping through darkness. “Why?" she repeat ed, In a different tone. But neither her tone nor AsgiU's glance put James McMurrough on his guard; he was in one of his brutal hu mors. “Why?” he replied. “Because he's a silly fool, as I'm thinking some others are, and has a fancy for you, Flawy. Faith, you're not blind," he continued, “and know it, I'll be sworn, as *vell as I do. Anyway, I’ve a notion that If you let him see that there is no one in the house wishes him worse than you, or would see him starve with a lighter heart—I'm thinking it will be for bringing him down, if anything will.” She did not answer. Outwardly she was not much moved, but Inwardly the horror of herself which she had felt as she lay upstairs in the darkness, think ing of the starving man, choked her. They were using her because the man— loved her! Because hard words, cruel treatment, brutality from her would be 10 times more hard, more cruel, more brutal than from others! Because such treatment at her hands would be more likely to break his spirit and crush his heart! To what viler use, to what lower end could a woman be used or human feeling be prostituted? Nor was this all. On the tide of this loathing of herself rose another, a stranger feeling. The man loved her. She did not doubt that statement. Its truth came home to her at once. And because it placed him in a light in which she had never viewed him before, j because it recalled a hundred things, ! lets, words on his part which she had barely noted at the time, it showed him, too, as one whom she had never seen. Bad he been free, prosperous, triumph int, the knowledge that he loved her, :hat he, her enemy, loved her, might have revolted her—she might have bated him the more for it. But now hat he lay a prisoner, famished, starv ng. the fact that he loved her touched ter 1 cart, transfixed her with an al lbost poignant feeling, choked her with 1 rising flood of pity and self reproach. "So there you have it. Flawy!” fames cried complacently. “And sure, pou'U not be making a fool of yourself it this time of day!” (Continued Next Week.) I— 1 . _ • ■ SO KIND OK HKK. Mrs. W. —Are you really going to glv* your husband a table for Christmas? Mrs. B.—Yes—er—that Is, It’s a sewing machine that drops down when It isn't in use. so that the top may be used aj a table. Early Surgery. Benvenuto Cellini (1500-1571) tells of early Italian surgery. He had got a bit of chipped steel in his eye, "so far Into the pupil that it was impossible to get it out. so that I was In very great danger of losing that eye.” But the surgeon came to the rescue with the pigeons. "The surgeon, making me lie upon my back, with a little knife opened a vein in each of their wings, so that the blood ran Into my eye, and I was thereby greatly relieved. In the «paee of two days the hit of steel Issued from my eye, and I found that I had re ceived considerable ease, and In a great measure recovered my sight.” A Sure Winner. Josh—How did Swift manage to se cure the nomination? He has no polit ical Intiuence, has he? Bosh—-No; but he’s simply rolling in aff.%ence. I I EBEN'S FAULT. Mr. Farmer—Well, by grass'. Th pesky thermometer hes bln a-standin’ purty near zero the hull day. Mfs. Farmer—What else could you ex pect, Eben? Yew would leave it a-hangr In' out on th' back porch In th’ col