TAVERNAY
A Tale of the Red Terror
BY BURTON E. STEVENSON.
Author of “Tho Marathon Mystery,” “The Holladay Case,” “A Soldier of
Virginia," etc.
Copyrighted, 1909. by Burton E. Stevenson.
CHAPTER IV. ,
A Scent of Danger.
I bore the blow with such stoicism
as I possessed, and even made some
show of listening and laughing at M.
le Comte’s account of our meeting
and subsequent reconciliation. Both
women were unaffectedly delighted
with the story, which, Indeed, was told
with a wit and spirit quite beyond my
reproduction. As I write these lines, I
tm again Impressed with the wide dif
ference between the awkward country
'Joy who sat scowling in that pleasant
toinpany and the accomplished and
finished gentleman who did so much to
entertain it For I know that my as- ;
gumption of ease and Interest could
have deceived no one. All of us. I
think, looking back over the mistakes i
and gaucherles of our youth, must feel j
our cheeks crimson more than once; !
certainly mine grow red when I think j
upon the sorry figure I made that eve
ning. But when I started to set this
history upon paper, I determined not t
to spare myself, nor will I.
’’But who could have sent the mes- |
sage?" asked madame, when M. le j
Comte had finished the story.
"I cannot even guess,” he an
swered.
"How was It delivered to you? How
came you to believe It?"
"I believed it,” he explained, "because
It was brought to me by one of our old ,
servants—Laroche, whom I left In
charge of the stables.”
"Ah, true,” murmured madame. “La- !
roc he disappeared nearly a week ago.
I fancied he had run away to Join the :
revolutionists."
"Perhaps he did," said her husband, |
auletlv.
Madame looked at him with a start of
alarm.
“The revolutionists?” she repeated.
“If was they who sent the message?
But why? What was their object? Ah,
I know,” she added, with sudden con
viction. “It was to deprive the Ven
deans of your sword, In order that they
might be defeated."
M. le Comte smiled as he looked down
Into her fond, admiring eyes.
"Ah, my dear,” he said, "my sword Is
not so powerful as that The Vendeans
will win their battles Just the same
without me. I think the message was
merely the bait for a trap-”
“From which you have escaped 1” she
Dried triumphantly, and clapped her
bands.
“Yes,” he agreed, but there was still
In his face a certain anxiety which
she perceived.
“What Is It, Henri T” she demanded.
"You are not now In danger?”
He threw oft his preoccupation with
a laugh of genuine amusement.
"In danger?” he repeated. “No—or,
at least, the only danger to which I am
exposed at this moment, madams. Is
that of falling In love with you more
Violently than evert”
"For shame, sir!” she cried, blushing
Uke a girl. ‘‘You forget that we are
aot alone.”
"On the contrary,” he answered, “I
think our example a most excellent
*ne for our young friends yonder,” and
he looked across at us with beaming
face, and with a meaning In his eyes
which I tried In vain to fathom. "I
hope they will profit by It.”
"Monsieur! Monsieur!” protested
Madame, restraining him, yet unable to
preserve a stern countenance.
“Besides," he added, laughing more
and more, "It delights me to confuse
that pert young lady sitting opposite
us yonder, to make her blush as she
Is doing at this moment—and, I swear,
eo Is Tavernay! What a pair of chil
dren! If their parents had only the
good Judgment to betroth them—”
"Monsieur!" Interrupted Madame,
more sharply. "You will not break
your promise! There was to be no
word—”
“And I will say none; pardon me,"
broke In M. le Comte. “The tempta
tion was very great," and he looked
at us, laughing.
But I bent above my plate, all pleas
ure In the meal struck from me. for
suddenly I found myself groaning be
neath my burden. Ah, yes—if our
parents—
w I id, i is u, muuuiouri ubkuu a iuw
voice at my side, and I raised my eyes
to find myself gazing Into the brown
depths of those X loved. "You sighed,”
she added, seeing that I did not under
stand.
“Did I?” I said, wondering somewhat
that she remained so unruffled by the
fire of raillery which had been turned
upon her. “One Is apt to sigh when
there Is something one desires very
much ar.d yet may not possess.’
■'Perhaps I can help you,” she sug
posted, and I Baw again In her eyes
that light which should have set me
in my guard. “If It Is my smelling
bottle —"
“No. thank you,” I answered, with
dignity. "I do not need It.”
"So you refuse to confide In me.
even when I offer you my aid?”
“I fear that even you cannot aid
me, madamolselle; and If anyone In
the world could, It would be you.”
“I am not fond of riddles, M. de
Tavernay; and It seems to me that you
have Just propounded one.”
“I spoke very seriously,” I asked,
“and as plainly as X could.”
‘ Oh, you mean It Is my wits which
are deficient! I must say, monsieur
‘ I meant nothing of the sort," I pro
tested. ”1 meant-’’
’ No matter,” she broke In. "Noth
ing Is so wearisome as to have to
explain one’s meaning—unless It be to
listen to the explanation. I am sure
It argues dullness somewhere."
"I am sorry that I bore you,” I re
torted. stung to a sort of desperation.
“I had hoped that I might, at least,
continue to furnish you amusement,”
"Really," she cried, casting me a
brilliant glance, “not a bad rlpostel
Come, we are quits, then!”
“With all my heart,” I agreed; ”ea
pecially since you have removed your
button.’’
“Well, finish It!" she cried, her eyes
dancing. “Finish It!"
“While I am too gallant to follow
your example," I added, relentlessly.
"Good!" she applauded. ’’Touche! I
assure you, monsieur, you are not bor
ing mo in the least. AX1 you need Is
a little practice—you hesitate, as all
beginners do. to drive the point home
“I am not bloodthirsty," I Interrupted.
“On the contrary, I am of a disposition
the most amiable.”
“And there Is still about you a slight
clumsiness," she went on, not heeding
me.
"Remember, I have never been to
Paris." I reminded her, “nor even to
Orleans."
“I shall not remember It long.” she
responded, "for there will soon be noth
ing about you to suggest it.”
I b<«”e<l my thanks.
“Especially If 1 may remain near
you,” 1 said.
"Ob, that, of course 1” she agred.
"Well, you have tny permission, and j
you will find M. le Comte most hos
pitable. Ho remain, unless this mys
terious business of yours 13 Impera
tive."
"It Ih.” I said, my face clouding again.
“I must set out at daybreak."
"Ungallant man!” she retorted, look
ing at me with sparkling eyes. “Do
you ask a favor only to refuse It. Do
you understand what you are saying?"
"Only too well, mademoiselle,” I mur
mured, disconsolately, "and I would
have rather cut off my right hand than
Utter those words."
"Still the riddle,” she cried, with a
gesture of despair, "Really, monsieur,
you weary me. Whatever It is you
desire, I advise you to ask for It. One
?ets nothing In this world without ask
ing—and when It Is refused, taking It
lust the same."
"But when one may neither ask
nor take, mademoiselle?”
"Oh, then,” she retorted with a
shrug of the shoulders, “one Is certain
ly In a bad way. One would better
stop desiring," and she turned her
shoulder to me In the most impudent
manner possible, and gave her atten
tion to M. le Comte.
"It Is La Vendee which will re
establish monarchy In France,” he
tvas saying, his face alight. “Those
peasants are unconquerable. There are
200,000 of them, peaceful men, tilling
the soil, tending their herds, as they
had always done, with no thought of
resisting the republic until the repub
lic attempted to take from them their
priests and to draft them forth to fight
an the frontiers. Then they rose as
mtm, upon tneir oppressors,
routed them, out them to pieces among
the hedges. Now they are back In
their homes again to make their Eas
ter; that over, they will march against
Thouars and Saumur."
“But, M. le Comte,” I protested,
forgetting for a moment, my own trou
bles In the Interest of the narrative,
“fighting of that sort can be success
ful only near home and In a most fa
vorable country. For a campaign,
troops must have organization.”
"That Is true, my friend,” he agreed.
"Well these troops are being organized.
Once the Bocage Is free of the Blues,
which will be within the month, our
army will be ready to cross the Loire,
take Nantes, advance through Brltany,
Normandy and Maine, where we shall
be well received and at last march at
the head of a united northwest against
Paris Itself. I tell you, M. de Taver
nay, the republlo Is doomed."
His eyes were sparkling, his face
flushed with excitement. An electric
shock seemed to run around the board
and m a dame sprang to her feet, glass
In hand.
"The king," she cried, and as we
rose to drink the toast, I had a vision
of a boy of IS issuing triumphantly
from the gate of the temple to avenge
his murdered father.
"And may Ood protect him I" added
M. le Comte, as we set our glasses
down.
There was gloom for a moment In
our hearts, and I, at least, felt the
stark horror of the revolution as I
had never done—I saw more clearly
Its blood-guiltiness, Its red-madness.
For, In our quiet home at Beaufort,
the delirium of Paris had seemed far
away, almost of another age and coun
try.
We had shuddered at the stories of
the September massacres, not only as
one shudders at any tale of horror;
oven yet we scarcely believed that the
king was really dead. It seemed Im
possible that such things could hap
pen. Just as the body, pushed beyond
a certain limit of pain, grows numb
ind suffers no more, so the mind, after
i certain time, refuses to be Impressed.
It was thus with the reports which
came from Parts, as one followed an
other, each more terrible than the last.
Not even the actors themselves In that
hideous drama comprehended what was
passing there; they were but chips In
a. maelstrom, hurled hither and thither,
utterly powerless to stay or to direct
the flood which hurried them on and
Finally sucked them down to destruc
tion. We of Beaufort were far off the
beaten track, and of too little conse
quence to cause the tide of revolution
to sweep In our direction; so It had
passed us by at such a distance that
we had caught only the faint, confused
uiutuiui v* *fc. xtuo) uut ^caatuua uaa,
for the most part, deserted us; our
fields were untitled, our flocks un
tended; there was no money In the till
and little meat In the larder, but per
sonally we had experienced no danger
and expected none. We had been con
tent to sit quietly by while Prance
wrought out her destiny, pitying those
less fortunate than ourselves, and
happy In the safety which our ob
scurity won for us.
Now, I was suddenly brought face to
face with the question; What was my
duty? Was It to stay at home and per
mit these scoundrelB to have their way
unquestioned? Was It not rather to join
the army of La Vendee and add my
atom to Its strength, to do what In me
lay to render that campaign against the
cannibals at Paris not a dream but a
reality? For at last I understood.
Those hideous tales were true. The
fair land of France lay at the mercy
of the vilest of her people-.
"Still pondering the riddle?” asked
my companion, and I turned to find her
again regarding me with a provoking
scrutiny.
“No. mademoiselle,” I said. •• was
thinking that when M. le Comte rides
back to the Bacage, I will accompany
him."
Her eyes flashed a swift approval.
"That Is a man’s place!” she said.
"That Is where I would be, were I a
man!”
"You will wish me God-speed,
then?” I questioned.
“Yes—provided, of course,” she
added, looking at me searchtngly, "that
you are free to go.”
"Free to gol” I repeated, and my
chin fell on my breast What Instinct
was It gave her this power to stab
home whenever she chose?
■Then you are not free to go?” she
queried, eyeing me still more closely.
"I confess,” I stammered, "that It
was not to don a white cockade I left
Beaufort."
"But surely any mere personal mat
ter of business may be put aside when
one's country calls 1"
"Alas!” I murmured, “this Is not an
affair of that’ nature.”
“Well,” she said coolly, “you must of
course, decide for yourself, monsieur;
more especially since you seem to wish
to shroud yourself In a veil of mys
tery."
"Mademoiselle,” I said desperately,
“I should like your advice.”
"But I understand nothing of the
matter."
"You shall understand. If you will
do me the honor to hear me."
“Would not M. le Comte's advice be
of more service?" she asked with a
sudden trepidation which surprised me.
“No,” 1 said decidedly, "not In this
Instance. I hope you will not refuse I
me:"
She glanced at my anxious face and
smiled curiously.
"Very well," she assented. "Proceed,
then.”
“Oh, not here!" I protested, with a
glance at the others. "Perhaps, after
dinner, mademoiselle, you will walk
with me In the garden.”
"in the garden?” she repeated. In an
astonished tone, and looked at me with
lifted brows.
"I know that It Is a great favor I am
asking," I continued hastily.
"Yes, It Is more than that,” she broke
In sharply. “It Is not convenable. What
strange customs you must have at
Beaufort, monsieur! Are the young
ladles there accustomed to grant such
requests?"
“I do not know,” I answered miser
ably. “I have never before preferred
such a one. I am not familiar with
etiquette—with the nice rules of con
duct. If I have done wrong, forgive
me.”
I saw her glance at me quickly from
the corner of her eye, and rny heart
grew bolder.
“It Is a beautiful garden,” I went on.
“I saw It this evening from my window.
There are paths, seats—"
“I am familiar with the garden, mon
sieur," she Interposed, drily.
"And the moon will be full tonight,"
I concluded.
“The more reason I should refuse
you,” she retorted. “It will be a dan
gerous place. Though I am ample able
to take care of myself," she added.
"I do not doubt It, mademoiselle," t
agreed, humbly, "especially with me.
That has already been proved, has it
not?”
"Yes," she said, with a queer little
smile; "yes; I think It has.”
"Believe me, It Is not a ruse,” I add
ed, earnestly, “even were I capable of
a ruse, which I am not. God knows I
should like to walk with you there, but
not to tell you what I shall tonight have
to tell you.”
She looked at me again, with a
strange mixture of traidlty and daring.
“Very well, M. de Tavernay,” she
said at last. “In the garden, then—
provided, of course, that Madame con
sents.”
xuana you, t saia, my heart warm
with gratitude. “Shall I ask her?"
"No, I will attend to that," and she
smiled a little as she glanced across
the board. “But I know that It Is not
discreet; I am falling a victim to my
curiosity. You have piqued it most
successfully. Although I can never
solve a riddle for myself, I cannot rest
until I know the solution. I hope your
riddle will be worth the risk."
"It will," I assured her, and fell si
lent, nerving myself for the task which
lay before me.
“But will you hear what this tyrant
Is saying!" cried Madame, "That I
must leave the chateau to dwell amid
the fogs of England—”
“Or beneath the blue skies of Italy,”
said M. le Comte. "Really, madame,
I fear the chateau Is no longer safe
for you. The Revolution Is looking this
way—and not with friendly eyes.”
“Does the revolution, then, make war
on women?”
"Have you forgotten Mdlle. de Lam
balle?”
Madame went white at the retort,
almost brutal In its brevity.
"But that was the canaille of Paris,”
she protested. “There are no such
monsters here In Poitou."
“Ah, my dear,” said her husband,
sadly, "I fear there are monsters of the
same sort wherever there are suffering
and degraded men and women. And
since It Is us they blame for their suf
fering and degradation, It Is upon us
they try to avenge themselves. Be
sides, since the republicans are trying
to entrap me, they will doubtless end
by coming here; and not finding me,
they may throw you into prison as the
surest way of causing me to suffer."
"Wo have the tower!” cried Madame.
‘ VVe will defend ourselves!"
"The tower was not built to with
stand artillery," her husband pointed
out; “and even if the republicans have
no cannon, they need only camp about
It and bide their time to starve you
Into surrender, since you could expect
no aid from any quarter.”
“But to leave the chateau—to aban
don It to pillage—oh, I could never en
dure it!”
"Better that than to lose it and our
lives together. Yes, decidedly, you
must set out tomorrow—”
"Tomorrow!" echoed Madame, In de
spairing tones.
“M. de Tavernay will accompany you
as far as Poitiers. At Poitiers, Mdlle.
de Chambray—”
"Charlotte goes with me to Italy, do
you not, my dear? It was arranged,
you know, that you should remain with
me.”
"I do not know," Charlotte stam
mered, turning very red. “I—I think,
perhaps, I would better stop at Cham
bray."
For some reason which I could not
fathom, both monsieur and madame
burst into a peal of laughter, while
my companion turned an even deeper
crimson.
■«a yuu wm, sain ner hostess,
when she had taken breath. "I my
self think that you might do worse,
happy as I would be to have you with
me."
"Why cannot you stop at Cham
bray also, madame?” questioned Char
lotte, her face slowly regaining Its
normal hue. "At least until you find
some friends also bound for Italy? You
will be quite safe at Chambray.”
(Continued Next Week.)
The Stomach Hold.
Colonel H. N. Renouf, at the "Old
Guard" banquet at Delmonlco’s, em
phasized the Importance to an army of
a good commissariat.
"You have perhaps heard," he said,
“of the company of privates that a
patriotic lady entertained one Memorial
day to dinner. It was a good dinner,
and at Its end a pretty maidservant
entered with a superb dessert.
" ‘Dessert, sergeant ?' she said to the
stalwart young soldier at the head of
the table.
" ‘Dessert?’ the sergeant answered.
‘When I can get eats like this for
nothin'? Nixie! Not me!' "
BAD THINU.
Mrs. Jones—Was her dinner party a
success?
Mrs. Smith—No; she had things so ar
ranged that each mau took his own wits
out to dinner.
ut DADDY’S
GOOD-NIGHT STORIES
By Farmer Smith.
— ■ - ----... , .
THE DANDELION BRIDGE.
Funny Bug was very tired. He was
still a long ways from home.
“That Stretchy Worm was very good
company,’’ he thought. "I wish he could
have taken me the whole way home."
Suddenly Funny Bug came to a
standstill.
"Oh for the Stretchy Worm,” he
thought, as he found himself right on
the bank of a little brook.
"How I am going to get across that
I ilcm’t know.” said Funny Bug.
We walked up and down along the
brook looking for some way to get
over.
"Oh," he said again, "If only the
Stretchy Worm were here; he could get
me across so easily.”
It was beginning to get very dark,
and soon the stars came out.
1'unny Bug was very sleepy.
“I guess I'll Just lie down on the bank
of the brook until morning,” he said to
himself, “and then maybe I can get
across in some way.”
So he lay down under a toad stool
and slept soundly until the sun camo
up.
When Funny Bug opened Ills eyes al
most the first thing they lit upon was a
nice big dandelion.
An idea popped Into Funny Bug’s
head so quick it almost made him Jump.
He hunted around and found a rose
bush. Picking off a stem full of thorns
Funny Bug went over and knelt down
beside the dandelion. He began to saw
back and forth with the rose stem and
soon the thorns began to cut through
the dandelion.
When he had almost sawed through
the dandelion stalk Funny Bug gave It
a push and It fell down right across the
brook, making a nice little bridge.
"I’m a pretty bright fellow, if I do
say it myself,’’ said Funny Bug as he
hopped joyously across the brook.
FUNNY BUG AND STRETCHY
WORM.
tne vvomDie Bird had carried Funny
Bug far, far from home.
"I don’t see,” said Funny Bug to him
self, "I don’t see for the life of me how
I am to get back home.’’
“I’d give my cane to get home,” he
said aloud. •
"Then hand it over,” said a voice
right beside him.
Funny Bug jumped about a foot.
"My hat,” he said. “Who are you?"
"I'm the Stretchy Worm,” it said.
"Didn’t you say you would give your
cane to get home?”
"Indeed I will,” said Funny Bug.
“Then,” said the Stretchy Worm,
"come along. At least I can get you
part way home.”
Off they started, the Stretchy Worm
and Funny Bug. The Stretchy Worm
traveled so slowly that Funny Bug
often lay down a while and rested while
the Stretchy Worm ambled ahead. Then
up Funny Bug would get and start on
a run and catch up with the Stretchy
Worm.
Suddenly right beside them they
heard loud, angry voices.
"I tell you I saw it first,” said one
voice.
"Well, I got to It before you did,” an
swered the other.
Funny Bug parted two weeds and
looked through. There were two Sniffle
wits quarreling over a hat, Funny
Bug’s hat. Wasn’t Funny Bug glad to
see that hat? Well, I guess he was.
“Hey, you fellows," he shouted,
"That’s my hat. Hand it over.”
“Not so fast, not so fast,” said Sntf
flewlt No. 1,
"What will you give us for it?” said
Snifflewit No. 2.
"I’ll give you each an acorn,” said
Funny Bug.
Now, if there is one thing Snlfflewits
like it’s an acorn. So they put the
acorns in their pocket and Funny Bug
put his hat on his head.
The Stretchy Worm and Funny Bug
traveled on and on, and at last came
to a wide, deep hole.
"How can I get across?” asked Funny
Bug is dismay.
"Just a minute, just a minute," said
the Stretchy Worm. "If there is one
thine- I don’t like to do it is to hurry.”
The Stretchy Worm began to stretch.
He stretched and he stretched. Funny
Bug was afraid he would stretch him
self in two. But, no. At last he stop
ped stretching and threw- himself
across the hole, his head on one side,
his tail on the other. Then he raised
his back way up.
“Now,” he said to Funny Bug, “walk
right across on my back.”
“Well, I declare." said Funny Bug
and in fear and trembling he reached
the other side safely.
"I can go no farther with you,” said
the Stretchy Worm. “Hand me the
cane.
Funny Bug Handed the Stretchy
Worm his cane and then started off
Bone.
"Goodby,” said the Stretchy Worm.
"Goodby," said Funny Bug.
FUNNY BUG’S AIRSHIP.
"I do wish that crazy Stlng-A-Ree
would hush up a while," said Friendly
Jeff to Funny Bug one morning. "He
does nothing but sing.”
"Yes,” said Funny Bug, "and since I
got his new clothes for him he sings all
the time.”
"Just listen to him now,” said Friend
ly Jeff In disgust.
"Stlng-A-Ree. Sting-A-Rose. at last
I've landed my new clothes."
"I wish he would get off the earth,"
snorted Friendly Jeff.
"That's a good idea." said Funny
Bug. "I wouldn't mind taking a little
trip myself."
"What do you mean?" asked Friendly
Jeff.
"Just wait and you’ll see.” said
Funny Bug. “Where's the clothes bas
ket?”
“In the closet," said Friendly Jeff.
Funny Bug pulled the clothes basket
out of the closet and then tied four
strings to It, one on each corner, leav
ing each string loose at one end.
“Say, Stlng-A-Ree," he sold, going
out to the barn. "Do you mind flying
through the air wi'h me?"
"Sting-A-Ree, Sting-A-Roc, any
where you ask me I will go," sang the
Sting-A-Ree.
Then Funny Bug tied one string to
each of the Sting-A-Ree's legs, and the
Stlng-A-Ree took the other two in his
hands.
"Ready?” asked the Stlng-A-Ree.
"Wait Just a minute,” said Funny
Bug. He went Into the house and
brought out his field gla.-sos.
“I've got to watch out for the Wom
l)!o Bird," he said, ns he climbed Into
the basket, and they were olT.
“Goodbye. Jeff," said Funny Bug
' Take care of yourself until I get
hack.”
"Well, what do you think of Mint-’"
thought Friendly Jeff as he watched
the Stlng-A-Ree and Funny llug out
of sight. Even when he couldn't see (
them any more he could hear the Sting
A-Roe singing. "Stiug-A-Ree. Sting
A-Ry, faster than Womble Bird I can
fly-”_^_
Unabashed critics of the plan of cre
ation have called attention to the de
pressing fact that the longest days art
also the hottest ones.
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It Is a Mistake
Many have the idea that anything
will sell If advertised strong enough.
This is a great mistake. True, a
few sales might be made by advertis
ing aifl^bsolutely worthless article but
it is only the article that is bought
again and again that paya. An ex
ample of the big success of a worthy
article is the enormous sale that has
grown up for Cascarets Candy Cathar
tic. This wonderful record is the result
of great merit successfully made known
through persistent advertising and the
mouth-to-mouth recommendation given
Cascarets by its friends and users.
Like all great successes, trade pi
rates prey on the unsuspecting public,
by marketing fake tablets similar in
appearance to Carcarets. Care should
always be exercised in purchasing well
advertised goods, especially an article
that has a national sale like Cascar
ets. Do not allow a substitute to be
palmed off on you.
Foxy Hiram.
"Well, now, if that ain’t surprising!”
ejaculated Mrs. Ryetop, as she shaded
her eyes with her hand. "There goes
old Hiram Skinflint, and rather than
step on a poor black ant he picked it
up, and I bet he is going to drop it
somewhere out of the reach of dan
ger.”
Her husband laughed knowingly.
‘ Not Hiram Skinflint, Mandy. He'll
go down to Jed Weatherby’s general
store and order a pound of granulated
sugar. Then while Jed is looking an
other way he’ll drop the ant among •
the grains and tell Jed as long as his
sugar has ants in it he ought to sell It
at half price. Like as not he’ll try to
get Jed to throw in two or three
raisins and a yeast cake. You don't
know Hiram Skinflint.”
Statistics Go Lame.
“ ’Pears t’ me thar's somethin’
wrong with stertisticks,” remarked the
'dcst inhabitant as he dropped into
! usual place on the loafers’ bench.
"What’s wrong with ’em?” queried
the village grocer.
“Wall, ercordin’ tew ’em,” continued
the o. i., “we orter hev had a death in
teown ev’ry six weeks fer th’ past
tew years.”
"Is that so?” said the grocer.
“Yaas,” answered the other, “an
by ginger, we ain’t had ’em!”
TAKE A FOOT BATH TO-NIGHT
After dissolving one or two Allen's Foot
Tabs (Antiseptic tablets for the foot-bath)
In the water. It will take out all soreness,
smarting and tenderness, remove foot
odors and freshen the feet. Allen’s Foot
Tabs Instantly relieve weariness and
sweating or Inflamed feet and hot nerv
ousness of the feet at night. Then for
comfort throughout the day shake Allen’s
Foot-Ease the antiseptic powder Into your
shoes. Sold everywhere 25c. Avoid sub
stitutes. Samples of Allen’s Foot-Tabs
mailed FREE or our regular size sent by
mall for 25c. Address Alien S. Olmsted.
LeHoy, N. Y.
_“Foot*Tabs for Foot-Tubs.”
He Rose to It.
"Do you know,’’ said a little boy of
five to a companion the other day, ”my
father and I know everything. What
I don’t know my father knows, and
what my father don’t know 1 know.”
"All right! Let’s see, then,” replied
the older child, skeptically. “Where’s
Asia?”
It was a stiff one, but the youngster
never faltered.
‘‘Well, that,” he answered coolly,
“is one of the things my lather
knows.”—Harper’s Bazaar.
Tactful.
A woman with a pronounced squint
went to a fnshlonable photographer.
He looked at her and she looked at
him and both were embarrassed.
He spoke first,
"Won’t you permit me," he said, “to
take your portrait in profile? There
Is a certain shyness about one of your
eyes which is as difficult in art as it
is fascinating in nature.’’Beacon.
Important to Mothers
Examine carefully every bottle of
CASTORIA, a safe and sure remedy for I
Infants and children, and see that it j
Signature
In Use For Over 30 Years.
The Kind You Have Always Bought.
At the Summer Resort.
"I think I’ve seen you before some
where."
"Yes, 1 think so. Let’s see, you and
I were engaged to be married four
seasons ago, weren’t we?"
For Red, Itching Eyelids. Crete, Styee
Falling Eyelashes and AH Eyes That
Need Care Try Murine Eye Salve. Asep
tic Tubes—Trial Size—25c. Ask Your Drug
gist or Write Murine Eye Remedy Co.,
Chicago.
A woman can get more by her
weakness than a man can by his
strength.
Mrs. Winslows Soothing Syrnp.
JTorohUdren Uuubinu:, softona tbo kuius. rodiiccslr
uuiauiauou.allayapuin.ourea wind colic. 26c a botue
Theatrical expense accounts come
under the head of play bills.
Stomach Blood and
Liver Troubles
Much sickness starts with weak stomach, and consequent
poor, impoverished blood. Nervous and pale-people lack
good, rich, red blood. Their stomachs need invigorating
for, sifter all, a man can be no stronger than his stomach.
A remedy that makes the stomach strong and the liver
active, makes rich red blood and overoomea and drives
out disease-producing bacteria and cures a whole multi
tude of diseases.
Get rid of yoar Stomach Weakness mnd
Liver Laziness by taking a coarse of
Dr. Pierce’s Golden Medical Discovery
— the great Stomach Restorative, Liver
Invigorator and Blood Cleanser.
You can’t afford to accept any medicine of unknown
composition as a substitute lor "Golden Medical Discov
ery,” which is a medicine OP known composition, having
a complete list of ingredients in plain English cn its bot
tle-wrapper, same being attested as correct under oath.
Dr. Pierce’s Ptoasant P-IMs r—'.lists cad tov/jomfe Stomach, Liver and Bowel*.
HE ENJOYED IT.
<r----vr
Mrs. Talkalot—It’s a wonder you
wouldn’t be careful about your own
language. You make It a business to
pick me up on little blunders.
Mr. Talkalot—No, my dear. I make
a recreation of it
A Protection Against the Heat.
When you begin to think it’s a per
sonal matter between you and the sun
to see which is the hotter, buy your
self a glass or a bottle of Coca-Cola.
It is cooling—relieves fatigue and
quenches the thirst. Wholesome a*
the purest water and lots nicer to
drink. At soda fountains and car
bonated in bottles—5c everywhere.
Send 2c stamp for booklet “The Truth
About Coca-Cola” and the Coca-Cola
Baseball Record Book for 1910. The
latter contains the famous poem
“Casey At The Bat,” records, schedule*
for both leagues, and other valuable
baseball information compiled by au
thorities. Address The Coca-Cola Cot,
Atlanta, Ga.
Well, Wasn’t He Right?
The minister was addressing the
Sunday school. “Children, I want to
talk to you for a few moments about
one of the most wonderful, one of the
most important organs in the whole
world,” he said. "What is that that
throbs away, beats away, never stop
ping, never ceasing, whether you
wake or sleep, night or day, week in
and week out, month in and month
out, year in and year out, without any
volition on your part, hidden away In
the depths, as it were, unseen by yon,
throbbing, throbbing rhythmically all
your life long?” During this pause
for oratorical effect a small voice wa*
heard: “I know. It’s the gas meter.
Coming Down to Earth.
"Happiness,” declaimed the phil
osopher, “is in the pursuit of some
thing, not in the catching of it.”
“Have you ever,” interrupted the
plain citizen, “chased the last car on
a rainy night?”
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and Is so harm
less we taste it to
be sure It Is prop
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cent no counter
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name. Dr. L A,
Sayre said to k
lady of the hauk
ton (a patient)!
“As you ladles
will use them*
I recommend
‘Gor.raud’s Cream’ as the least harmful of all
the skin preparations." For sale by all druggists and
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STOCKERS & FEEDERS
Choice quality; reds and roans,
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