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Queer Questions.
Queer questions come over the tele
phone to the newspaper offices. Here
was one that the man who chanced
to answer the phone had put up to
him the other day:
"Say,” began the unknown seeker
after the truth, "do you—do you re
member who it was that killed Abel?”
"Why, Cain, of course," replied the
newspaper man, who put in several
years at Sunday school. “Who’d Ju
suppose?”
"Well,” observed the man at the
other end in an annoyed tone, “doggon
if I ain't gone and made a fool o’ my
self. Course it was Cain, now that
you mention it, but I made a two to
one bet with a fellow that ’twas
Goliath, and now I’ll have to go with
out a new overcoat, I reckon, this next
winter.”—Cleveland Plain Dealer.
4 ' 1
Childish Reasoning.
"Look at the brownies, papa!” ex
claimed a little miss as she gazed up
ward at a Wall street skyscraper.
“They are not brownies, dearie,"
replied papa. “They are big men, like
me, but they look so tiny because they
are so high.”
"If they were twice as high, would
they look twice as small?” she asked,
showing the mathematical turn not
unnatural in the offspring of a suc
cessful broker.
Papa answered "Yes.”
She made a quick calculation and
remarked: "They won’t amount to
much when they get to heaven, will
they?”
A Good Job.
Jacob H. Schiff, at a dinner on the
yacht Itamona, condemned a concern
that had gone up.
"Straight business methods are the
only ones,” he said. “There is a moral
in the receiver story.
"A man, you know, said one day to
a little boy:
" ’Well, Tommy, what are you go
ing to be when you grow up?’
" ‘A receiver, sir,’ Tommy answered
promptly. ‘Ever since pa’s been a re
ceiver we’ve had champagne for din
ner and two automobiles.’ ’’
DAME NATURE HINTS
When the Food Is Not Suited.
When Nature gives her signal that
something is wrong it is generally
with the food. The old Dame is al
ways faithful and one should act at
once.
To put oft the change is to risk that
which may be irreparable. An Arizona
man says:
“For years I could not safely eat any
breakfast. I tried various kinds of
breakfast food, but they were all soft,
starchy messes which gave me dis
tressing headaches. I drank strong
coffee, too, which appeared to benefit
me at the time, but added to the head
aches afterwards. Toast and coffee
were no better, for I found the toast
tery constipating.
"A friend persuaded me to quit the
old coffee and the starchy breakfast
foods, and use Postum and Grape-Nuts
instead. I shall never regret taking
his advice. I began using them three
months ago.
"The change they have worked in
me Is wonderful. I now have no more
of the distressing sensations in my
stomach after eating, and I never have
headaches. I have gained 12 pounds
in weight and feel better In every way.
"Grape-Nuts make a delicious as
well as a nutritious dish, and I find
that Postum is easily digested and
never produces dyspepsia symptoms.”
"There’s a Reason.”
Get the little book, “The Road to
Wellvtlle," in pkgs
Rver read the above letter! A new
on«» appear* from time to time. They
are (genuine, true, and full of human
Interest.
TAVERNAY ]
A Tale of*the Red Terror
BY BURTON E. STEVENSON.
Author of "The Marathon Mystery," "The Holladay Case,” “A Soldier of
Virginia,” etc.
Copyrighted, 1909, by Burton E. Stevenson.
_____ I
CHAPTER -XX—(Continued.)
Here there was a wall of stone. We
rested a moment on top of It, then I
helped her down Into the narrow, rut
ted road beyond. It ran, as nearly as
I could Judge, east and west, and
turning our faces westward, we hur
ried along it, anxious to put all chance
of capture far behind.
The night was sweet and clear, and
my heart sang with the very Joy of
living. I felt strong, vigorous, ready
to face any emergency. My recent en
counter had left no souvenir more
serious than a tender throat, and as I
thought of It, I wondered again at the
resolution which had nerved that soft
and delicate arm to drive the blade
home In the back of my antagonist.
She, too, had proved herself able to
meet a crisis bravely, and to rise to
whatever heroism It demanded.
Ah. If she only loved me! I might
yet find some way to evade with honor
the unwelcome match my father had
arranged for me. But she did not; so
there was an end of that. I must go
on to the end, even as I had promised.
But It was a bitter thing.
"Why that profound sigh, M. de Tav
ernay?” asked my comrade, looking up
at me with dancing eyes, quite In her
old manner. "Surely we are In no
present danger?"
"I was thinking not of the present
but of the future, mademoiselle, I an
swflrpd.
“You think, then, that danger Ilea be
fore us?"
"Undoubtedly.”
“But Why cross the bridge till we
come to It?”
"Because,” I answered, "since the
bridge must bo crossed, It Is as well to
do It now as any time."
"But perhaps It may be avoided—one
can never tell.”
"No,” I said gloomily, "It Is a destiny
not to be escaped.”
"You frighten me!” she cried, but
when I glanced at her, she looked any
thing but frightened. "What Is It that
awaits us? Bet me know the worst.”
"It was of myself I was speaking,” I
explained.
"Another Instance of your selfishness.
Are you going to face the enemy and
bid me run away? Depend upon It, I
shall think twice before obeying.”
"This Is an enemy which you will
never be called upon to face, mademoi
selle. I was thinking of that moment—
a moment not far distant—when I have
placed you In the hands of your friends
and must bid you adieu.”
"To turn your face southward toward
Poitiers? Inconstant man. I did not
think you so eager.”
"No, mademoiselle; I turn back to
Dange, as you know, on an errand of
vengeance, and then—”
"To Poitiers on an errand of love.
To the hero his reward!"
"Say rather on an errand of duty,"
I corrected.
"It will become an errand of love
also, onoe you have seen the lady—
what Is her name?”
“No matter," I said shortly, and
strode on In silence.
”M. de Tavernay," she said, In a pro
voking voice, keeping pace with me,
"I should like to make you a wager.”
"What Is It?” I asked^ none too
gently.
"That my prediction will come true,”
she answered, laughing. "That you
will fall madly In love with this lady—
oh. desperately In love with her, and,
once you have safely married her, will
remember this youthful passion only
with a smile. Come, the stake shall
be anything you like!"
This time, I was thoroughly angry.
Even If she did not love me, she had
no right to wound me. to stab me
deliberately, maliciously, with a smile
on her lips. She had no right to draw
amusement from my sufferings, to tor
ture me me Just for the pleasure of
watching my torment. Bo I quickened
my pace and strode on In silence, my
hands clenched, trying to stifle the
pain at my heart.
A touch on my arm aroused me.
"Clel!” gasped a voice and I turned
to see my companion still at my side,
Indeed, but spent and breathless. "Did
yon fancy these shoes of yours were
seven-league boots?” she questioned,
when she could Bpeak. "Or did you de
sire to abandon me out here tn this
wilderness?"
“It would be no mors than you de
serve!" I retorted; then, as I remem
bered how fast I had been walking and
pictured her uncomplaining struggle to
keep pace with ine, I relented. "Pardon
me,” I said, humbly. "I am a brute.
Come; alt here In the shadow of this
tree and rest. We are beyond danger
of pursuit—besides, no one can see us
here.”
She permitted me to lead her to the
shadow and sat down. I leaned
against the tree and stared moodily
along the road.
“What Is It. monsieur?” she asked
at last. “Still brooding on the future?”
"No, mademoiselle," 1 answered;
“Since It must be endured, I shall
waste no more thought upon It.”
"That Is wise." she commented."
"That Is what l have advised from the
first. Besides, you should remember
It Is when troubles are approaching
that they aphear most terrible.”
"A thousand thanks.” I said drily.
“You are no doubt right.”
"And then.” she added. “One grows
morbid when one thinks too much of
one's self.”
occupied this time," I said; “or. at least
with myself only In relation to you. I
was thinking how unfit I am to take
care of you; how little I merit the trust
which M. le Comte reposed In me when
In- gave you Into my keeping. I per
mit you to limp along behind me with
bruised and wounded feet until you
sink exhausted; 1 lead two .scoun
drels. whose pursuit I had foreseen,
straight to your hiding place, and
would have perished but for your
courage and address; I stride along
at ton speed until you are ready to
die of fatigue. I show myself a fool,
a boor, and yet expect you to feel some
kindness for me. Mademoiselle, here
after you will command this expedi
tion; I am merely your servant; I am
at your orders."
"Very well,” she responded Instant
ly. “I accept. My first order Is that
you sit here beside me," and she patted
the spot with her hand.
“A soldier does not sit In the pres
ence of h'.s commander," I protested.
“What! Rebellion already!” she
cried. "A fine beginning, truly!”
I sat down, a little giddy at this
unexpected kindness.
“And now.” she continued severely,
“you will repeat after me the following
words: ‘Mademoiselle de Cham
brtty’-”
“Mademoiselle de Chambray-”
'I know yju arc only a silly girl-”
“I know nothing of the sort." I pro
tested.
"Will you obey my orders, M. d«
Tavernay, or will you not?" she In
quired sternly.
"No one can be compelled to per
jure himself," l answered doggedly.
"Nor shall I compel you to do so.
We will continue, then: 'X know you
are only a silly girl, yet even a silly I
girl should hesitate to do a friend a!
malicious injury. Nevertheless, I will
forgive you, for I see how you your
self regret It and I am too generous
to strike back, even though you de
serve It.’ ”
I looked down at her and saw that
there were Indeed tears In the eyes
which she turned up to me.
She held out her hand, with a little
tremulous smile.
"Will you not forgive me, my
friend?" she asked.
I seized the hand and covered It with
kisses.
"I adore you!” I cried. "Adore you
—adore youl”
And I would have asked nothing
better, nothing sweeter, than to die
there at her feet, with her warm
hand In mine and her eyes enfolding
me In a lambent flame which raised me
to a height that kings might envy.
For, In that Instant, I knew that
she loved me.
CHAPTER XXI.
False Pretenses.
But only the merest breath did she
permit her soul to stand unveiled be
fore me. Then she drew her hand
away and fenced herself again with
that Invulnerable armor.
“Come, my friend,” she said, and
her voice sounded a trifle unsteady
In my ears, “we must be going on—
we have a long Journey still before
us.”
I nrn«A HIta a lininlrnn man T flnrnrl
not believe what that glimpse of glory
had revealed to me; It seemed too won
derful, too stupendous to be true. I
had looked Into her soul and seen love
there—but was It really there? Or
was It merely the reflection of what
my own soul disclosed?
I glanced down at her, but she
was staring straight before her as
she walked steadily forward, with a
face so cold and Impassive that the
doubt grew, enwrapped me, darkened
to conviction. It was folly to suppose
that her oyes had really revealed their
secret; It was absurd to believe that
any such secret lay behind them. Who
was I that I should hope to awaken
love In the breast of Buch a woman as
thlB? Pity, perhaps—sympathy, friend
ship, kldness—anything but the deep,
splendid passion I hungered for. She
had been moved for the moment; but
plainly she already regretted her
emotion. Well, I certainly, would
never remind her of It. My business
was to place her safely In the hands
of friends. Then I must be away to
work out my own destiny.
So we went on through the night,
taking at every fork of the road the
way whclh led nearest the west, for
In the west lay safety. But I knew' we
had 10 leagues and more to cover ere
we should reach the Mocage, and the
nearer we approached our destination,
the more closely would danger en
compass us. From south and east,
troops were being massed to crush out,
by sheer weight of numbers, the flame
of Insurrection which hail arisen so
suddenly in the very heart of France.
From every town within 50 leagues the
National Ouard had been summoned;
from Paris Itself levies were hastening
—levies of Septembrlsts, cut-throats,
assassins, asking nothing better than
permission to murder and pillage,
and commanded by a general deter
mined not to light but tp destroy,
not to defeat but to exterminate—In
a word, not to rest until all Vendee
had been made a wilderness, a barren
waste. This line of enemies, marching
forward In this temper, we were forced
to pierce In order to reach our friends.
The moon rose high In the heav
ens. paused at the renlth, then
started on Its course down the west
ern sky. I thanked the fortune
which gave us her friendly light to
guide us, for the road grew more
wild and rough. In one place, In
deed, It was merely the bed of a tor
rent, little different from that over
which we had already tolled so pain
fully. So we left It, and breaking
our way through the hedge which
bordered the road, followed along
beside It.
Even I was beginning to feel fatigued
and I could guess at my compan
ion's weariness, but she refused to
listen to my suggestion that we stop
and rest. But dawn was not far dis
tant, and we must And some safe
hiding place for the day. There were
no houses In sight, nor had we seen
ans* for some time; but where there
was a road, however bad, there must
also be people to travel it, and to
seek rest, to resign oneself to sleep,
save in a safe covert, would bo the
height of folly.
The country had grown open and
level, with only an occasional tree
here and there and was evidently
used for pasturage, though I saw no
sheep nor cattle; but at last along a
ridge at our right l caught sight of
;i thicket, and toward this we made
our way. We found it a dense growth
of small saplings and underbrush,
and broke our way into it with difll
culty. but the event repaid the labor,
for at last we came to a little glade
not over a rod across and carpeted
with grass.
'■Here is our resting place." I said,
"and our home for another day."
My companion sank down with a
sigh of utter fatigue.
"I am very tierd," she murmured,
and stooping .over drew off the shoes
which 1 had slipped over her own.
“You are to sleep until you are
quite rested," 1 added. "We will re
main here until evening. Then after
darkness falls and before the moon is
up, we shall try to pierce the lines of
the Republicans, which cannot be far
away. For that you must be fresh,
for we may need to be fleet."
"But you,” she broke in quickly. "You
are going to sleep, too?"
"Undoubtedly,” I answered. "Only
first I wish to assure myself that there
is no house too near us. Good night,
mademoiselle,”
"Good night," my friend," she said,
looking up kt me with a little tremu
lous smile so full of sorrow and wear
iness that my eyes grew wet.
I stood a moment gazing down at
her, longing to gather her in my
arms, as one would a child and ca
ress and comfort her and hold her so
until she fell asleep. But I managed
to crush the longing back and turn
away to the task which I had set my
self.
The thicket crowned a low ridge
which stretched between two gentle
valleys. That we had left was, as I
have said. Innocent of human habita
tion. In the one to the north I fan
cied I could discern a group of houses,
but they were so far away that we
need apprehend no danger from
them. To the westward along the
ridge, the thicket stretched as far as
I could see.
Assured that our hiding place was
as safe as could be hoped for, I mads
my way back to It and walked soft
ly to the dark figure on the grass.
She was lying on her side, her head
pillowed on her arm, and as I bent
above her to make sure that she was
protected from the chill of the night,
I knew by her regular breathing that
she slept. That sleep, so peaceful
and trusting, consecrated the little
glade, hallowed it, transformed it in
to such a temple that I dared lay me
down only upon its margin, as though
It were a holy place.
Long 1 lay staring up at the
heavens, wondering if I might indeed
hope to win this superb creature.
Weaving a golden future which we
trod arm In arm. To possess ber. to
have her always at my side, the mo
ther of my children—the thought shook
me with a delicious trembling. But
at last cold reason snatched me down
from this empyrean height. I told my
self I was a fool, and so turned on
my side, closed my eyes resolutely, and
in the end sank to sleep.
I awoke with the full sun staring ms
in the face and sat up with a start to
find my companion smiling at ms
across the little amphitheater.
Good morning, monsieur,'’ she said.
"Good morning,” I responded and
rose and went toward her.
In some magical way, she had re
moved the stains of travel; to my eyes
she seemed to have stepped but this
moment from her bath. A sudden
loathing of my own foul and hideous
clothing came over me. How. in that
guise, could she regard me with any
thing but disgust?
■‘Mademoiselle,” I said, "I am
ashamed to stand here before you in
this clear light, for you are sweet and
fresh as the morning, while I—”
"Choose the harder part," she inter
rupted, "In order to serve me better. I
can understand what you are suffering
and I thank you for it."
“But to be hideous—”
"Oh, I do not look at the clothes,"
she said; “and as for the face—”
“Well," I prompted, as for ths
face—”
She stole a glance at me.
"As for the face," she continued, "you
will remember that I bathed it last
night, monsieur, while I was attempt
ing to revive you, and so it is nearly as
attractive as nature made it.”
"A poor consolation!" I retorted.
"Well,” she said, looking at it critic
ally, “I confess I have seen handsomer
ones.”
"Yes,” I encouraged, as she liesl
tatea.
"But never one I liked better," she
added, a heavenly shyness In her eyes.
"Mademoiselle," I said, suddenly tak
ing my courage in my hands, "last
night, while I was unconscious, I
dreamed such a beautiful dream. I
wonder If it was true?”
She glanced again at me hastily and
her cheeks were very red.
“Dreams are never true,” she said,
decidedly. "They go by contraries.
You will have to bedaub four facs
a little before you venture forth
again.”
"But the dream,” I Insisted, refusing
to be diverted. "Shall I tell you what
it was?”
"I have never been interested In
dreams," she responded, calmly, and
brushed from her skirt an Impercepti
ble speck of dust.
“But perhaps this one—’’
"Not even this one. I am sure. How
long are we to remain here. M. de Tav
5rany?
I surrendered In despair before the
coldness of her glance.
"You are to remain till evening,” I
replied. “But I must go at once. My
first task will be to get some food.
Hunger is an enemy which always re
turns to the attack, no matter how
often it Is overcome."
"And so Is a foe to be respected and
appeased, rather than despised," she
added, smiling; “I came across some
such observation In a book I was read
ing not long ago. It had a most amus
ing old man In It called the Partridge,*
who was always hungry.”
“I can sympathize with him," I said.
"My own stomach feels particularly
empty at this moment—I must find
something to fill It—and yours, too.” .
"But I fear for you," she protested.
"I wish you would not go. I am sure
we can get through the day without
stravlng. I should prefer to try, rather
than that you should again run such
risks as you did last night.”
“Those risks were purely the result
nf my own folly,” I pointed out. ”1
shall not be such a fool a second time.
There is a village down yonder and I
shall breakfast at the inn like any oth
er traveler. It was my haste last night
which aroused suspicion. Besides," I
added, “I doubt If anyone could follow
even me by daylight without my per
ceiving It. You may have to wait an
hour-”
"It will not be hunger which dis
tresses me,” she Interrupted, earnest-'
ly, "but fear for your safety. Let us
do without the food.”
"It Is true we shouldn't starve," I
admitted; "but for tonight we must be
strong, ready for anything. A fast Is
bad preparation for the kind of work
we have before us. Besides, I must
find where we are, how the republican
forces are disposed and the nearest
point at which we may find friends. We
must guard against the possibility of
blundering haphazard into our enemies,
and so failing at the last moment.”
(Continued Next Week.)
Reason for Advertising,
A prominent and successful business
man of Michigan was asked to explain
why he advertises and why he uses
newspaper space so largely for that
purpose, lie complied, and wrote the
following:
“I advertise in the newspapers be
muse I am not ashamed of my goods
jr my work and to let people know
about myself, my store and my stock;
because I cater to the intelligent class,
and they read the papers, and I believe
in increasing my business; because I
.'an talk to more people through the
newspapers at a greater distance in less
time and at a more reasonable price
than in any other way; because my
newspaper advertising has brought me
greater returns for the least expendi
ture of any advertising I have done;
because when I write an ad I am not
too stingy to pay for placing It in the
best possible medium or to have it In
serted so it is attractive; because I
know my ad is seen and read by every
one in the house where the paper goes."
He Woke Up.
From the Washington Star.
Senator Galllnger, in an address at
Concord, N. H., said of a political op
ponent:
"He isn't half so well off as he thinks
he is. He'll wake up with a start one
of these days—like Mr. Fawcett.
"Mr. Fawcett, entertaining an un
expected guest at luncheon, said, aa
they sat down to table:
" ‘My dear sir, will you have some
of the sliced bologna sausage, or—-or—■'
“His eye darted frantically all over
the table and he concluded:
“ 'Or not?'
A Question Resented.
From the Chicago Journal.
“Were you ever arrested before?"
asked the magistrate whose principal
business is imposing tines for speeding.
“What do you think I’ve been doing
all those years?" said the chauffeur,
"pushing a wheelbarrow?"
BRODERICK DENIES
PAYING OUT BRIBE
Her Alleged Wealthy Suitor
Turns Out to Be a Waiter,
and She Plunges Into Ocean.
Chicago, Oct. 8.-—State Senator "Big
John” Broderick, who is under indict
ment at Springfield on a charge of
bribery. In connection with the election
of Senator William Lorimer, took the
witness stand in the senatorial inves
tigation today and entered a general
denial of the charges.
Broderick was questioned on direct
examination by Attorney Hanecy, rep
resenting Senator Lorimer. The legis
lator denied he had promised to give
or had given any money or other val
uable thing to State Senator Holstlaw,
or any other person in connection with
the election of Mr. Lorimer.
He admitted Holstlaw had been in
his West Side saloon in June, 1909, but
declared the visit had no significance.
Holstlaw, who is a prominent Baptist,
has confessed that Broderick bribed
him.
Attorney Austrian’s first question
was’:
"Did you ever write to Holstlaw to
call on you?”
‘1 refuse to answer,” was the reply.
"On what grounds?”
"I might be giving testimony against
myself,” replied the witness, availing
himself of his constitutional privilege.
He returned the same answer to a
number of question touching the al
leged letter to Holstlaw. Broderick, in
admitting that Holstlaw had called on
him at his saloon, denied that Holst
law had ever given him any note of
receipt.
Answering questions put by Senator
Frazier, Broderick said there was no
caucus or conference of democrats on
the Lorimer vote.
"How did it happen that all these
democrats reached the conclusion it
was the right thing to vote for Mr.
Lorimer if there had been no conference
or agreement?” asked Senator Frazier.
"I do not know."
"How did you reach the conclusion
to vote for Mr. Lorimer?”
"Mr. Lorimer asked me that morning
to vote for him that day.”
who was present wnne Holstlaw
was In your saloon?”
“I refuse to answer.”
"Would not the persons who were
there be able to corroborate your
statements here and thus help this
hearing?” continued Senator Frazier.
"Yes, I know that,” replied the wit
ness, "but there might be bad results
later.”
Replying to Interrogations from
Senator Burrows and Attorney Aus
trian, Broderick said that he did not
leave the saloon while Holstlaw was
Sresent. He declined to say whether
e had Introduced State Senator Holst
law to any person In the saloon.
GIN RICKEYS CAUSE
WOE FOR PREACHER
Quaker City Parson Is Likewise
Accused of Attending Im
proper Shows.
Philadelphia. Oct. 8.—Members of the
special Judiciary commission appointed
to take evidence In the caee of the
Bev. Dr. William H. Pheley, charged
with drinking gin rlckeys and with
visiting a burlesque theater, have spent
many hours In their deliberations with
out concluding the hearing. All mem
bers of the commission and lawyers
I on both sides were pledged to secrecy
i concerning the transactions during the
trial, but at the time of adjournment
the attitude of the Jurore and of the
accused minister himself did not seem
to Indicate that a verdict of guilty
would be forthcoming.
Doctor Pheley was formerly pastor
of the Huntington Valley Presbyterian
church, and at the time the accusa
tions of misconduct were lodged against
him he was secretary of the Interde
nominational Brotherhood of Andrew
and Philip. From this latter position
he resigned as soon as the charges
were aired.
These charges set forth that detec
tives traced the minister to saloona,
saw him drink gin rlckeys and later
on saw him visit the Trocadero bur
lesque house. Doctor Pheley has ad
mitted that the charges, as above out
lined, are true, but he declared that
he drank the gin rlckeys as a medicine
and that he went to the burlesque show
to gather sociological data.
PATTERSON DEMOCRATS
HOLDING A CONVENTION
Nashville, Tenn., Oct. 8.—The "reg
ular,” or what is better known as the
Patterson wing of the democratic party
In this state met hero today In state
convention. The convention was called
for the purpose of nominating a candi
date for governor to take the place of
! Malcolm R. Patterson, who was nom
l Inated for re-election, but surrendered
his nomination In the Interest of har
1 mony. ___
WISCONSIN SENATOR
PASSES GOOD NIGHT
Reports From the Bedside of
LaFollette Are Very En
couraging.
Rochester, Minn.. Oct. 8.—Senator
i,a Follette passed another favorable
Slight and his chances for recovery are
brighter.
I The senator rested well and the sore
ness from the wound did not bother
him so much as It did the night before.
It la healing nicely and all conditions
are satisfactory._
VANCOUVER. B. C.—Testimony
heard yesterday by the Canadian Im
migration officials Indicate that the
Dominion has been cheated out of $1,
000,000 tax by the entry of Chinese
labborers with forged return certi
ficates and of laborers who passed os
merchants and were admitted free.
Each laborer upon entering Canada
must under the law pay $500 head tax.
Records showed 20 now Chinese firms
In Canada each month. The number of
merchants in the Dominion at that rate
will soon exceed the number of labor
ers
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SIOUX CITY PTG. CO.; NO. 42-1910.
Simple Expedient.
An American student at a German
university tells of a professor who
was reading aloud in a classroom pa
pers on a celebrated living German
novelist, who had been written by
the members of the class. After read
ing one he commented upon its ex
cellence. “You show an exact com
prehension of the matter," he said,
addressing the student who had writ
ten the paper; “tell us what method
you used.”
“Oh,” replied the student, “X just
wrote to X—, stating what I wanted
to know, and that was what he sent
back.”
AN OLD-TIME CLOWN.
t. B. Agler, (Tony Parker,) Praise*
Doan’s Kidney Pills.
Mr. Agler is one of the best known
men in the circus world, having been
on the road with a
wagon show 53;
years. When inter
viewed at his home
in Winfield, Kans.,
he said: “I con
tracted kidney trou
ble in the war, and,
suffered intensely'
for twelve years.;
Backache was so
severe I could hard
ly walk and my
rest was broken by
distressing urinary
Doan’s Kidney Pills cured me
my cure has been permanent for
five years. This is remarkable as I
am in my 83rd year.”
Remember the name—Doan’s.
For sale by all dealers. 50 cents a
box.
Foster-Milbum Co., Buffalo, N. Y.
His Inalienable Right.
When Willie goes to school next
week he will have a new teacher.
The new teacher will like Willie
when she begins to know him, but the
process may take several terms.
Willie’s teacher began to like him
just before the close of the school 4
year, and she testified to her affection
by offering him a pocketknife.
“There, Willie,” she said, "you have
tried so hard to be a good boy that I
am going to give you this nice four
bladed pocketknife—but you must
promise me never to cut the school
furniture with it.”
"Take it back, teacher,” said Willie,
sadly.—Cleveland Plalndealer.
The Privilege of Man.
B. F. Yoakum, chairman of the exe
cutive board of the Frisco system of
railroads, on one occasion took to task
a young man in his employ who had
announced his intention of marrying.
The youth in question was drawing
a small salary, and Yoakum remon
strated with him on the ground that
he could not afford to marry and that
his wife would have to suffer great
privations.
“Oh,” said the young man, “I guess
I’ve got as much right to starve a wo
man to death as any other man has.”
—Popular Magazine.
Not Responsible.
Nurse—What’s that dirty mark on .
your leg, Master Prank? **
Prank—Harold kicked me.
Nurse—Well, go at once and wash
it off.
Frank—WThy? It wasn’t me what
did it!—Punch.
The average married man kicks be
cause his wife worries because he
doesn’t get home right on time, but
suppose she didn’t care whether he
ever came or not?
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