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These lands are well wooded on good highways, one to eight miles from good railway shipping points, In the great clay loam, clover belt of Wisconsin—the best dairy country In the world. I have also 480 acres In Dancy druinago district, soli deep, black loam; subsoil clay. All my lands ' have abundant pure water. Come and see and you will buy. John Farrlsh, Grand Rapids, Wls. 100 IMPROVED farms for sale. $500 will buy one. Balance half crop payments. Wadsworth Land & Tree Co., Langdon, N. D. UUtl UP rA I rtlU I lam. Remain in Place Long Enough to Be Attached to It. From the New York Evening Sun. With moving day coming on In spite of the chill welcome. It invariably re ceives from every one, these few seri ous words are In order. Americans have been accused of not being patriot ic. They have In almost the same breath been excused, explained and admon ished. The explanation was this: Americans are not patriotic because a minority of them possess parents who had early associations in this country. There Is no sense of having rootB. of being of the soli, of standing on the spot where one's forefather stood. One cannot love an entire huge country. When one says the name of one's native land It must mean to each per son a certain Intimately known local ity, with a house where one was born, reared and heard of the births of one’s people. All this is Impossible In Amer ica, because every one moves every year, which upBets associations, attach ments and prevents any feeling but that of feverish participation In an ever changing kaleidoscope. The thought mny arouse our enthusiasms, •or it may be that It only raises our voices In speaking of It, and this Is be cause we could not make ourselves heard In any other way; but we do not possess that Ingrained, pig headed adoration for our country which Is so valuable a possession for the country. Now, ladles and householders. If this lack of warm hearted patriotism can be stopped by the simple expedient of your not moving, can you not manage to control yourselves during this com ing month, and In the splendid cause of engendering love of country rest content in your secluded little flats? It Is the call of your nation. Respond to It, no matter what the suffering. ' While men are forced to bow to the inevitable there are few who are cour teous enough to lift their hats to It. When a dog howls over his master’s approach he Is rude enough to express what others feel. Some men are such liars that they •will even pretend that they like to go shopping. _ While a men is attempting to dodge an automobile he Is apt to butt Into a creditor. _ POSTUM FOR MOTHERS. Vhe Drink Thnt Nouriihe* and Suy pllea Food fur Mother and Child. “My husband aas been unable to drink coffee for several years, so we were very glad to give Postum a trial aud when we understood that long boiling would bring out the delicious flavor, we have been highly pleased with it. “It is one of the finest things for nursing mothers that I have ever seen. It keeps up the mother’s strength and Increases the supply of nourishment for the child if partaken of freely. I drank it between meals instead of wa ter and found it most beneficial. "Our five-year-old boy has been very delicate since birth and has developed slowly, He was white and bloodless. I began to give him Postum freely and you would be surprised at the change. When any person remarks about the great Improvement, we never fall to tell them that we attribute his gain in strength and general health, to the free use of Postum and this has led many friends to use It for themselves and children. “! have always cautioned friends to whom 1 have spoken about Postum, to follow directions in making it, for unless It Is boiled fifteen or twenty minutes, It is quite tasteless. On the other hand, when properly made, It is very delicious. I want to thank you for thp benefits we have derived from the use of your Postum.” Read “The Road to Wellville,” found In pkgs. “There's a Reason.” Ever read the above letter? A new one appears from time to time. They are genuine, true, and full of human interest. ! ANGEL ESQUIRE BY EDGAR WALLACE s *... CHAPTER VIII—(Continued.) "Ret him talk in his own way,” he Said. ' This admirable person," the old man went on, happily striking on the sub ject again, “desired information that I was not disposed to give, Mr. Connor, remembering your many kindnesses, particularly in respect to one Mr. Vln nls." “Yes, go on," urged Connor, and the face of Vlnnis was tense. "I fear there are times when my usu ally active mind takes on a sluggish ness which Is foreign to my character— my normal character"—old George was again the pedant—"when the unobser vant Btranger might be deceived into regarding me as a negligible quantity. Tlie admirable young man so far treat ed me as such as to remark to his com panion that thero was a rope—yes, dis tinctly a rope—for the said Mr. Vin nis.” The face of Vinnls was livid. "And," asked Connor, "what happen ed next? There were two of them, were there?” The old man nodded gravely; he nod ded a number of times, as though the exercise pleased him. “The other young man—not the amia ble one, but another—upon finding that I could not rent or hire the rooms—as Indeed I could not, Mr. Connor, with out your permission—engaged me in conversation—very loudly he spoke, too —on the relative values of cabbage and carrot as food for herbaceous mam mals. Where the amiable gentleman was at that moment I cannot say—” "I- can guess," thought Connor. "I can remember the occasion well," old George continued, "because that night I wus alarmed and startled by strange noises from the empty rooms • T irOKir nqlnrnlltr nnrl properly concluded were caused—” lie stopped, and glancing fearfully about the room, went on In a lower tone. "By certain spirits,” he whispered mysteriously arid pointed and leered first at one and then another of the occupants of the room. There was something very eerie In the performance of the strange old man with the queenly working face, and more than one hardened criminal present shivered a little. Connor broke the silence that fell on the room. "So thut's how It was done, eh? One held you in conversation while the other got upstairs and hid himself? Well, boys, you’ve heard the old man. What d'ye say?” Vinnis shifted In his seat and turned his great unemotional face to where the old man stood, still fumbling with his hat and muttering to himself be neath his breath; In some strange re gion whither his poor wandering mind hud taken him he was holding a con versation with an imaginary person. Connor could see his eyebrows work ing, and caught scraps of sentences, now in some strange dead tongue, now In the stilted English of the school master. It was Vinnis who spoke for the as sembled company. "The old man knows a darned sight too much," he said in his level tone. "I'm for-” He did not finish his sentence. Con nor took n swift survey of the men. "If there Is any man here," ho said Blowly, “who wants to wake up at V o’clock in the morning and meet a gen tleman who will strap his hands be hind him and a person who will pray over him—If there’s any man here that wants a short walk after brenkfast be tween two lines of warders to a little shed where a brand new rope Is hang ing from the roof, he’s at liberty to io what he likes with old George, but not In this house." He fixed his eyes on Vinnl3. “Aad If there’s any man here," he went on, "who’s already in the shadow of the rope, so that one or two mur ders more won't make much differ ence one way or the other, he can do as he likes—outside this house.” Vinnis shrank back. “There’s nothing against me," he growled. "The rope, muttered the old man, "Vlnnls for the rope," he chuckled to himself. "I fear they counted too im plicitly upon the fact that I am not al ways quite myself—Vlnnls ” The man he spoke of sprang to his feet with a snarl like a trapped beast. “Sit down—you.” Rat Sands, with his red head close cropped, thrust his chair In the direc tion of the infuriated Vlnnls. "What Connor says is true—w'e’re not going to croak the old man, and we’re not going to croak ourselves. If we hang, It will be something worth hanging for. As to the old man, he’s soft, an' that's all you can say. He’s got to be kept close-’■ A rap at the door cut him short. "Who's that?” he whispered. Connor tiptoed to the locked door. "Who's there?" he demanded. A familiar voice reassured him, and he opened the door and held a conver sation In a low voice with somebody outside. "There’s a man who wants to see me," he said in explanation. ’’Lock the door after I leace, Bat," and he went out quickly. Not a word was spoken, but each after his own fashion of reasoning drew some conclusion from Connor's hasty departure. "A full meetin’," croaked a voice from the back of the room. “We’re all asked here by Connor. Is It a plant?" That was Bat’s thought too. "No," he said; "there's nothin' against us. Why, Angel let us off last week because there wasn't evidence, an' Connor’s straight." "I don’t trust him, by God!" said Vlnnls. “1 trust nobody," said Bat doggedly, "but Connor's straight-" There was a rap on the door. "Who's there?" "All right!" said the muffled voice. Bat unlocked the door, and Connoi came In. What he had seen or what he hac heard hud brought about a marvelous change In Ills uppearance—his cheeks were a dull red, and his eyes blazec with triumph. “Boys,” he aald, and they caught ths Infectious thrill In his voice, 'Tve go the biggest thing for you—a mlllioi pounds, share and share alike." He felt rather than heard the excite ment his words caused. He stood wltl hts hack to the half-opened door. "I’m going to Introduce a new pal. ho rattled on breathlessly. "I'll voucl for him.” "Who is he?" asked Bat. "Do w know him?" “No,” said Connor, "and you’re no expected to know him. But he’s put ting up the money, and that's goo enough for you, Bat—a hundred pound • man, and it will be paid tonight.” Bat Sands spat on his hand. "Bring him in. He’s good enough, jnd there was a murmur of approval. Connor dls-apeared for a moment, an returned followed by a well-dresse stranger, who met the questlonin glances of his audience with a quit smile. His eyes swept over every faci They rested tor a moment on Vinni; I they looked doubtfully at old George, l who. seated on a chair with crossed legs and his head bent, was talking i with great rapidity In an undertone to ! himself. "Gentlemen,” said the stranger, "I have come with the object of gaining | your help. Mr. Connor has told me that he has already Informed you about Reale's millions. Briefly, I have de cided to forestall other people, and se cure the money for myself. I offer you a half share of the money, to be equally divided amongst you, and as an earnest of my Intention, I am paying each man who Is willing to help me a hundred pounds down,” He drew from one of his pockets a thick package of notes, and from two other pockets similar bundles. He handed them to Connor, and the hun gry eyes of the "Borough Lot” focused upon the crinkling paper. "What I shall ask you to do,” the stranger proceeded, "I shall tell you later-” "Walt a bit,” Interrupted Bat. "Who else Is in this?” "We alone,” replied the man. "Is Jimmy In It?" "No.” "Is Angel In It?” "No” (impatiently). "Go on," said Bat, satisfied. "The money Is In a safe that can only opened by a word. That word no body knows—so far. The clew to the word was stolen a few nights ago from the lawyer In charge of the case by— Jimmy." He paused to note the effect of his words. "Jimmy has passed the clew on to Scotland Yard, and we cannot hope to • see, and there was a little key ticketed I with an Inscription. Angel looked t through the dossier carefully, then read the woman’s letter again. 1 Vinnis, the man with the dead-white j face, finishing his late breakfast and with the pleasurable rustle of new banknotes in his trouser pocket, strolled ’ foith Into Commercial road E. An ac quaintance leaning against a publlc 1 house gave him a curt nod of recognl 1 tion; a bedraggled girl hurrying home { ward with her man’s breakfast In her t apron shrank on one side, knowing i. Vinls to he sorrow; a stray cur i, | cringed up to him, as be stood for a ' moment at the edge of the road, and I was kicked for its pains. Vinnis was entirely without senti ment, and besides even though thf I money in his pocket compensated foi j most things, the memory of old George ' and his babbling talk worried him. Somebody on the other side of the ■ road attracted his attention. It was a woman and he knew her very well, I therefore he ignored her beckoning t hand. Two days ago he had occasion ! to reprove her and he had seized the opportunity to summarily dissolve the Informal union that had kept them to gether for five years. So he made no signs when the woman with the bruised face called him, but turned abruptly and walked towards Aldgate. He did not look round, but by and by he heard the patter of her feet be hind, and once his name called hoarse ly. He struck off into a side street with a raging devil inside him, then when they reached the unfrequented part of the road he turned on her. She saw the demon in his eyes, and tried to speak. She was a penitent woman at that moment, and hyster ically ripe for confession, but the sav age menace of the man froze her lips. "So,” he said, his thin mouth askew, "so after what I've said an’ what I’ve done you follow me, do you. Showing me up in the street, eh!” He edged closer to her, his fist doubled, and she, poor drab, fascinated by the snakelike glare of his dull eyes, stood rooted to the spot. Then with a snarl he struck her—once, twice—and she fell a huddled, moaning heap on the pavement. You may do things in Commercial Road, B.', after "lighting-up time” that are not permissible in the broad light of the day, unless it be Saturday, and the few people who have been attract ed by the promise of a row were in dignant but passive, after the manner of all London crowds. Not so one quiet, middle-aged man, who confronted Vin nis as he began to walk away. "That was a particularly brutal thing to do,” said the quiet man. Vinnis measured him with his eye, O n il rlaolrln/1 tV»n t * U1. _ _a __ _ A _ --—u iiiu.il m be trifled with. "I’ve got nothing to say to you,” he said roughly, and tried to push past but an Iron grip was on his arm. "Walt a moment, my friend,” said the other steadily, "not so fast; you cannot commit a brutal assault In the open street like that without punish ment. I must ask you to walk with me to the station.” "Suppose I won't go?” demanded Vin nls. “I shall take you,” said the other. ”1 am Detective-Sergeant Jarvis from Scotland Yard.” Vinnls thought rapidly. There wasn’t much chance of escape; the street they were in was a cul-de-sac, and at the open end two policement had made their appearance. After all, a “wife” assault was not a serious business, and the woman—well, she would swear It was an accident. He resolved to go quietly; at the worst it would be a month, so with a shrug of his should ers he accompanied the detective. A small crowd followed them to the sta tion. In the little steel dock he stood in his stockinged feet whilst a deft Jail er ran his hands over him. With a stifled oath, he remembered the money In his possession; It was only 10 pounds, for he had secreted the other, but 10 pounds Is a lot of money to be found on a person of his class, and generally leads to embarrassing In quiries. To his astonishment, the Jailer who relieved him of the notes seemed in no whit surprised and the inspector at the desk took the discovery as a matter of course. Vinnls remarked on the surprising number of constables there w'ere on duty in the charge room Then— "What is the charge?" asked the In spector, dipping his pen. "Wilful murder!” said a voice, and Angel Esquire crossed the room from the Inspector’s office. "I charge this man with having on the night of the 17th of February” * • • Vinnls, dumb with terror and rage, listened to the crisp tones of the de tective as he detailed the particulars of an almost forgotten crime. It was the story of a country house burglary, a man servant who surprised the thief, a fight in the dark, a shot and a dead man lying In the big drawing room. It was an ordinary little tragedy, for gotten by everybody save Scotland Yard; but year by year unknown men had pieced together the scraps of evi dence that had come to them; strand by strand had the rope been woven that was to hang a cold blooded mur derer; last of all came the incoherent letter from a Jealous woman—Scot land Yard waits always for a Jealous woman—and the evidence was com plete. "Put him In No. 14," said the Inspec tor. Then Vinnls woke up, and the six men on duty In the charge room found their time fully occupied. * • * • (Continued Next Week.) Madonna Mia. A lily-girl, not made for this world’s pain. With brown, soft hair close braided by her ears, And longing eyes half veiled by slum berous tears Like bluest water seen through mists of rain; Pale cheeks whereon no love hath left lta stain, Red underllp drawn in for fear of love, And white throat, whiter than the sil vered dove. Through whose wan marble creeps on* purple vein. Yet, though my Ups shall praise her with out cease, Even to kiss her feet I am not bold. Being o’ershadowed by the wings of awe, Like Dante, when he stood with Beatrice Beneath the flaming Lion’s breast, and saw The seventh Crystal, and the Stair of Gold. —Oscar Wilde. Bound to Recover. From Llppincott’s. Patient—Tell me candidly, Doc, do you think I’ll pull through? Doctor—Oh, you’re bound to get well —you can’t help yourself. The Medical Record shows that out of 100 cases like yours, 1 per cent Invariably re covers. I’ve treated 99 cases, and every one of them died. Why, man alive, you can’t die If you try! There’s no hum bug in statistics. The Way of the World. From the Delineator. Four-year-old James awakened early one morning and found his fathei dressing by lamplight and asked why he was up so early. “To earn potatoei for you. rny lad," was his father’! reply. Presently James slowly climbec out of bed, and his father asked why he got up so early. "Why, to eat th< potatoes," came the answer. The Henpecked Worm. From the Sydney Bulletin. The Hen—Gel hout, yer miserable crawlin’ little worm! If yer was ’ar a man yer’d come an’ tyirn the mangh ' t'er yer poor slavin’ wife. The Worm—"No, Sarah, I may be i worm, ljut I ain’t one wot turns. When Ho Suffered. From tno Boston Post. ISessie: “The doctor told mammi that too much candy creates agony Did it ever create an agony with you?' Bobby: ’’Sure!” Bessie: “When?” Bobby: “When I couldn't get it," -■ - . ' nm Dr. Pierce’s Favorite Prescription Is the best of all medicines for the cure of diseases, disorders and weaknesses peculiar to women. It is the only preparation of its kind devised by a regularly gradu ated physician—an experienced and skilled specialist in tne diseases of women. It is a safe medicine in any condition of the system. TmONEREMEDY which contains no alcohol and no injurious habit-forming drugs and which creates no craving for such stimulants. J1‘HE ONE REMEDY so good that its makers sue not afraid to print ita every ingredient on each outside bottle - wrapper and attest to the truthfulness of the same under oath. It is sold by medicine dealers everywhere, and any dealer who hasn’t it can get it. Don’t take a substitute of unknown composition for this medicine OS inown composition. No counterfeit is as good as the genuine and the druggist who says something else is “just as good as Dr. Pierce’s" is either mistaken or is trying to deoeive you for his own selfish benefit. Such a man is not to be trusted. He is trifling with your most priceless possession—your health— may be your life itself. See that you get what you ask for. A Wave of Reform. i From Llpplncott’s. A kind old man who was crossing a bridge was shocked to see a tough little boy sitting on the rail and chewing the stub of a cigar. He said to the boy: "Son ny, it grieves me to see one so young in dulging in such a degrading habit. Drop the nasty thing into the water, and prom ise me you won't smoke another one, and I'll give you a dime." So the boy dropped the stub, and prom ised. “And now,” said K. O. G., beam ing through his glasses and handing over the coin, “tell me what nice things you can buy for 10 cents.” “A package uv elf* rets," said the T. L. B., as he ran away. Next day when the kindly old gent crossed the bridge, there were 10 tough little boys sitting on the rail, all smoking cigar stubs. The Star Salesman. From Collier’s. If I were asked to define salesman ship, I would say: “It is simply mak ing the other tellow feel as you do about what you have to sell.” That is ■ about all there is to it. You go into a , man’s office with something to sell. You feel that this man ought to pos- 1 sess, through purchase from you, this : thing that you have to sell. But the , man you have called to see, who sits with an air of cool defiance behind the j breatworks of his desk, is in a direct- ; ly opposite state of mind. He feels that he ought not to possess, through purchase from you, the thing you have ’ to sell. Now the only possible way you can make the sale is to make the , man’s mind come around into agree ment with your mind. It is not even 1 a case where you can meet your op- , ponent half way; you can not make even a small compromise and still make ( a sale. You have got to sell him com pletely or you don’t sell him at all; ■ you must pull him full 180 degrees around the circle. When you have made him feel Just as sincerely as you 1 yourself feel that he should buy what you have to sell, then he will buy. Show me a star salesman, a man who , is a business-builder, as well as a busi ness-getter—and I will show you a ] man of strong character and attractive personality. The foregoing sentence l contains the suggestion of what the , training for salesmanship should be. It sounds the success keynote. What should be the salesmans equipment? 1 We are salesmanagers now selecting men. What are going to require of those . we choose? Have my way and there would be ten requisites which we - should use as a standard for measur ing our candidates. And the first of " these requisites is health. , A salesman must be in good physi cal condition all the time. Just like a - racehorse, he must bo ready to go when the bell rings. There was a time not many years ago when most sales- - men injured their health with too much drinking and smoking and eating. But there is not so much of this nowadays; good salesmen have come to do most of their work in the salesroom instead . of in the bar-rooms. The temptations for a salesman to drink too much, • smoke too much, and eat too much are ■ many, and it is only by constant vig ilance that he can resist such temp tations. His health depends on his power to resist, and in the long run his success depends upon his health. : Day After Day One will find Post Toasties a constant delight. The food is crisp and ■wholesome and so dainty and tempting, that it ap peals to the appetite all the time—morning, noon and night. Some folks have pro nounced Post Toasties the choicest flavoured bits of rJSlI'-Swc.0* cerealfood ever produced. “The Memory Lingers” Postum Cereal Co., Ltd., Battle Creek, Mich., U. S. A. W. L. DOUGLAS $3.00, $3.50, $4.00&$5.00 Union » U C « Boys' Shoes Made QriVkiO $2.00 A $2.50 W. L. Douglas shoes are worn by more men than any other make, BECAUSEs TV. L. 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MINA 1 A VPilVA WataoiiE.Co1eman.Wasb> r u I rffi I lagton,D.C. Booksfree. Hlffb» I m ■ W eat references. Best result*. Jood health influences others in your avor. It is a prime factor in bring ng your prospect’s mind around Into .greement with your mind. Tho Annual. Vhen the soap is on the stairway and tho rugs are on the lawn, Lnd the paperhanger’s coming while tho plasterer has gone. Vhen the men are all dejected and aro bothered with the blues, Vhile their wives are madly shuffling in enormous overshoes— )h, the house is in a turmoil at the very blush of dawn, Vhen the soap Is on the stairway and tho rugs are on the lawn. Vhen the cullud lady’s smashing all tho marble statuettes, Lnd the hardwood floors are ruined by tha roller skating pets, Vhen the grand piano’s damaged by a can of color spilled n Its innermost recesses by a man who should be killed— )h, it’s then we see a picture never paint ed: nay, nor drawn, Vhen tne soap is on the stairway and the rugs are on the lawn. Vhen you’re eating from the gas rango and are sleeping in the hall, Lnd you sit dowm in the kalsomine intend ed for the wall, Lnd the batter cakes are tinted with a dash of Indigo. Lnd your coffee tastes of benzine and there’s borax in the dough— )r a broom will send you sidewise like a fimld, startled fawn, Vhen the soap is on the stairway and tha rugs are on the lawn. Lh, for somewhere east of Suez, where tha best Is like the worst, Lnd a human habitation by housecleaning is not cursed ! ror there’s tumult in the attic and tha cellar is a mess, Lnd you have to screen the windows with a bureau when you dress, Lnd you have a very doubtful springlesa cot to sleep upon, Vhen the soap is on the stairway and tha rugs are on the lawn. —Chicago Evening Post. Loafing is never so sweet as Just liter a hard job is finished.