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Spring Medicine There U no other season when medi cine is so much needed as in the spring. The blood is impure and impoverished—a condition indicated by pimples, boils and other eruptions on the face and body, by deficient vitality, loss of appetite, lack of strength. The best spring medicine, according to the experience and testimony of thou •ends annually, is Hood’s Sarsaparilla It purifies and enriches the blood, cures eruptions, builds up the system. Get it today in usual liquid form or chocolated tablets known os Sarsatabs, *iS3SK2i Thompson’s Eye Wafer The Discoverer. Of faults a seeker he would be. Of recompense he found a dearth, Cave In the truthful claim that he Had picked the easiest Job or earth. Her Wedding March. A young girl who had never heard flf Mendelssohn’s "Wedding March,” but was familiar with the more popu lar parody on It, was witness to a Wedding ceremony In an uptown church recently. As the betrothed pair walked with dignified tread to ward tho altar to be wed and the or pin pealed forth Mendelssohn’s Inspir ing march, the young girl was plainly •hocked. When she arrived at her borne she told her mother of the cere mony and Innocently exclaimed: "What do you think, mother, they played ‘Gee Whiz! I’m glad I’m PVee.’ ’’ Warned. A serious-minded New Yorker, who, because of his dignified outlook on life, has sent his son, aged twelve, to a particularly strict and proper board ing school in New England, unexpect edly visited the school recently. As certaining the location of his young bopeful’;s room, he climbed the four Bights of stairs necessary to reach It —■and entered. On a mammoth pla card suspended from a steel engrav ing of "Washington and Generals’’ (presented to the youth as a Christ mas gift by his admiring parent) was tho cheerful sentiment: "Don’t eplt on the celling. We have loot our ladder." FAMILY PRIDE. I k—And how are we get 'Mng on with our studies, Ernestine? Have you been promoted to the fly ing claea yet? Little Miss Quacker—Oh, no, pro fessor. Mother has decided that I •hall not take that course. Sho says anybody can fly—but ,only tho best families take to water naturally. EDITOR BROWNE Of Tho Rockford Morning Star. “About seven years ago I ceased •drinking coffee to give your Postum a trial. | "I had suffered acutely from various forma of indigestion and my stomach bad become so disordered as to repel Almost every sort of substantial food. Sty general health was bad. At close Intervals I would suffer severe attacks •which confined mo In bed for a week «r more. Soon after changing from coffee to Postum the Indigestion Abated, and in a short time ceased entirely. 1 have continued the dally wae ot your excellent Food Drink and Assure you most cordially that I am Indebted to you for tho relief It has brought me. — r,_ “Wishing you a continued success, I Am Yours very truly, J. Stanley Browne, Managing Editor." Of course, when a man’s health •hows he can stand coffee without trouble, let him drink It., but most highly organized brain-workers sim ply cannot. The drugs natural to the coffeo ber ry affect the stomach and other organs And thence to the complex nervous •ystein, throwing It out of balance and producing disorders in various parts of the body. Keep up this daily pois oning and serious disease generally aupervenes. So when man or woman finds that coffee is a smooth but dead ty enemy and health Is of any value At all, there Is but one road—quit. It is easy to find out if coffee be tho cause of the troubles, for if left off 10 days and Postum be used In its place and the sick and diseased conditions .begin to disappear, the proof Is un Answerable. Postum is not good If made by short bulling. It must be boiled full 15 min trtes after boiling begins, when the crisp flavor and the food elements are brought out of the grains and tho bev erage is ready to fulfill Its mission of palatable comfort and renewing the cells and nerve centers broken down t>y coffee. "There’s a Reason.” Get the little book, ’ Tho Road tc P “Wellvtlle,” In pkgji. Kver reau .he above letter f K r>ea me appear* from time to (line. The. •re (genuine, true, und fall of human •utrreat. The Diamond Ship MAX PEMBERTON Author of "Doctor Xavier,” “The Hundred Days,” etc. Copyright by D. Appleton & Co. L A CHAPTER XXI.—(Continued.) ( I knew that he was right, and yet I III confess that I surrendered to his dgment with reluctance. There is 1 1 unwritten law of the sea that no ' tilor In distress shall be deserted, owever Jurt or merited his fate be. /e could take the honest fellows from he ship, I would persist, and do all umanly possible for those who were ick. It would be a reproach to me fterwards, I feared, a memory of a ay neither altogether glorious nor ltogether merciful. As to the great mlk herself, my glass showed her leeks clearly, but did not discover any Igns of life upon them. Just as I had eft her drifting at the mercy of wind tnd current, so now did she He sagging n the troughs of the rollers, a piteous pectacle of impotency and despair, "he very sails upon her masts were orn and ragged as though long neg ected by a seaman’s hands. No smoke ssued t;rorn her funnel; the boats had >een taxen up; I could espy no com mander upon her bridge nor descorn •hat brisk grouping of hands upon the fo'custle which bespeaks a voyage. | She mig.bt have been a phantom ship a sea vi.iion conjured by those whom isolation and suffering have schooled to that abnormal habit of mind which receives *ueh Impressions and makes realities of them. "At leaH, Larry," said I, “we will take another lok at her If you please. Miss Joan is sleeping, I Imagine. She will know nothing of this, and the men ore not to suppose that I am mindful of what I owe them. Let us learn, If we ean, what Is happening over yon der—then we shall turn homeward with lighter hearts. Even our miserly Benson will not tell me that we have not coal enough for such a diversion.” Ho had no reasonable objection to Offer to this—ami. to be plain, our very course must carry os In some such di rection. We had stood by the ship all night, and she lay now upon our port bow, distant, perhaps, two miles from us on a spirited sea which gamboled before a fresh westerly wind that would be half a gale presently. As we drew nearer, the pictures, which a good telescope had revealed to me, were not belled. I eould now make out a few hands at the fo’castle hatch: there was'a solitary figure by the taffrail, and two or throe more about the main fleck. Nowhere, however, did any evidences of activity appear. Had I not seen the afflicted with my own pyes, dressed their wounds and heard their woeful complaints, it would have been Impossible to credit the burden of human anguish which that vast derelict must carry. That. such, a ship could now do us mischief seemed beyond all belief Incredible. None the less, the fact must be recorded that we were still some half a mile from her when she fired a gun at us, and a shell fell Idly Into the sea not a hundred yards from our foremast. Nor was this all. for a second report immedi ately rang out from her decks, and a great flame of fire leapt up above , them, though no shell followed after nor could the quickest eye detect the path of any shot. “Larry,” I said, "that Is what I have been expecting all along. The breech of one of their guns is blown out. I wonder how many lives It has cost?” “But yon are not going on board to see, sir?” "Indeed, no. Their shot has answer ed all my questions. It is homeward bound now, Larry—full speed ahead < as soon as you will—and Cod help any ■ Innocent man If there bo such over yonder.” His rejoinder was the bell ringing . out loudly In our engine-room. To (he quartermaster he cried In a cap tain’s sharp voice, "One point star board,” and was answered. "One point starboard It is.” I perceived that wo hail altered our course almost. Imper ceptibly, and were now steering almost . direct to the northeast, which must bring us to the Islands of the Azores, and the coal we needed so sorely. If ; there were any regrets, one man alone i suffered them and remained silent. It had been so much my own emprise from the beginning; 1 had hoped so much, dared so much, feared so much, because of It, that this silent flight from the scene, tills abandonment of i the quest, this abject submission to our : necessity, could be accounted no less . than a personal humiliation which must remain with me whatever the i subsequent achievement. i Long L stood there, my eyes upon the horizon, my vision enchained by the ] void as though a voice must come to , me from the unknown and say "This Is the truth; this tills Is the hour.” We wore alone on the waste of waters : now: a brave ship running homeward to the cities anil the cottages of Eng- ; land; a ship that carried stout hearts i and merry men; upon whose decks the prattle of little children might In fancy ho heard, their childish forms uplifted, their young Ups kissed. From all this : Joy I Htood apart. What had home to give, what were the shores of England , to me If l might not find there the love , anil confidence of my little Joap? Not as a child biu ka A AfOmiih had She spoken last night when she said: "Tell me the story of tny life anil I shall have ; the right vo listen to you." There could be no rest for me, no thought of man’s ; love for her, until the record proved her not the daughter of General Fordtbras, but his victim. I hail been conscious of this from the beginning, hut the In- , evttablltty of it recurred to me now ' when the great ship had disappeared from my ken, and all my hopes seemed to sink with her. To win Joan’s love [ must snatch her secret from a rogue’s keeping, carry It triumphantly to her, anil so write It that all the world might read. God alone knew how such a task ns this might be accomplished. I wonder not that its very magnitude appalled me. Unrepentant. I write these lines, and yet they can conjure up for me a vision >f London, so desired, that nil the years will never blot it from my memory. I bad been in England two months then. V littered writing table In my private Ittlng loom at Strand hotel bore wit less to my activities—an untusted •lixlr in a wineglass by my side spoke .f a woman’s un-Meth'S and of her devo lon. Certainly my dear sister Harriet lad sufficiently impressed upon these H'Ople the necessity of treating all arpets and curtains by an antiseptic irocess, and the profound wisdom of arming the Interiors of those hats hlch subsequently were to adorn the eads of males. To my uear sister, then, be this well irnod tribute paid. Doubly fortunate, might write down another name and ■ are no encomiums. Joan Fordlbras. y little Joan of Dieppe and the sun iine, was with us In the hotel, and no ss a slave of mine than the other, very day. when I came down to akfast It was Joan who had been ross to Covent Garden forth* flowers like best to ha\%' about me—it was tin's clever fingers which delved lldst the mass of littered papers and if&illngly extracted therefrom the erring document; Joan who told me at night what had happened during the day in this dismal world of politics and art; le monde ou s’on amuse by calling those who differ from you knaves and decrying all merit save that which I makes its particular appeal to you. Karely then did I find her in that I merry mood of girlhood in which I ('aught her—how long it seemed ago— at the fete at Kensington. If her face betrayed the sea’s dower of heightened color and eyes unspeakably dark, she had bcome less the child and more the woman, and she lived as one tortured between two mills of doubt—knowing the past and fearing the future, but unconscious of the present. Between us there stood the impassable barrier ot the truce we arrived at upon the deck of my yacht, White Wings. I [ was never again to tell her what she was and must be to me—never to speak of a man’s love prevailing above all else, more precious to him than all else under God’s fair sky; never to speak of it until I could carry the sec ret to her and say: “This is your birth right, such were the days of your child hood.’’ I had pledged my word, and the bond was honor. Time might re deem it or time might bring the ultim ate misfortune upon me—I knew not nor had the courage to prophesy. So London became the city of my de sire, and in London my work began. To say that I labored at it incessantly, In deed, is to do little justice to actuality. The mystery went with me wherever I turned. I wrestled with it through nights of bitter dreaming; it folowed me to the streets, to the theaters, to the houses of my friends. It prevailed above every other occupation; it would start up even in the blue eyes which daily asked the unspoken question; it would envelop little Joan herself as a veil which hid her true self from me; it would stand out black and clear upon every page I wrote—a sentence irrevo cable, the very apotheosis of the tor ture of doubt. The secrett or the years of darkness, said the voice. I hid myself from the light and still I heard its message. It spoke to me above the city’s clamor and hum of throngs. The secret, or the night! What an alter native was that! >Ve had made a fair passage home from tho Azores and come straight to London. Losing none of the precious hours, I went immediately to Scotland i'ard, and from Scotland Yard to a friendly Minister's room at Whitehall, and there I told this story as it is written in tills book, and as time has not changed it. If I met with incred ulity, I blame no one. My cables home had warned the police of much that I would tell them, and more that remained mere surmise. Murray him self—my old friend Murray, whose suppositions had sent me upon an er rand as strange as any in his calendar —Murray assured me that the police of France, of Germany, of America, and of Portugal were already advised of that which lied been done, and of the evidence upon which it was being done. But even he bad begun to lose faith. "We have searched the houses you named In Paris,” ho said, "and there are half a dozen men under lock and key. They have arrested five in Ber lin, and the world has read the story of the coup made in New York. To be frank with you, that is all we can do. Imroth appears in none of these suc cesses. He is not named anywhere. There is no trace of him—not a word or a letter, or a trinket. The Governor of the Island of Santa Maria declares that tlie mines there are Just what they pretend to be; that he has been over them with General Fordibras, and that he finds the general a very simple, soldierly gentleman. As to vour Dia mond Ship—they will believe in that when she comes to port. I have traced the various steamers you have named to me, and their papers are in all eases correct. To be candid, Dr. Fabos, if Imroth himself had come to this office, I should have no evidence to offer against him. There is only one of his company threatened, so far. by your revelations, and she is Miss Fordibras " We laughed together, and I showed him at once that I was not disapointed. “You are face to face with a master " I exclaimed, "and you expect to fin’d child’s toys in his hands. If Valentine Imroth is to be hanged by any thieves' den in Germany or in Paris—to say nothing of London—then is he a hun dred miles from being the man I met at Santa Maria, or that man who com mands th,e Diamond Ship. Do not believe it, Murray. The success of this organization is a success of delegation. Nine out of ten men in Imroth’s em ploy have never heard his name, never seen him, or become aware of his ex istence. The greater rogues, who form his cabinet, are as little likely to he taken in any Cafe dos Assassins as Imroth himself Is likely to make a speech at Westminister. We have touched the fringe of a splendid fa bric, but threads of It only are in our hands. Today, at the Admiralty, Sir James Freeman tells mo that a second cruiser will be dispatched to the South Atlantic next week. If they discover the derelict, I shall be astounded. Ask me for a reason and I can give you none. It Is mere premonition. Sit ting here in London, I can depict that sagging hulk as clearly as If I watched her from the deck of my own yacht. She is drifting there, peopled by devils, a ship of blood and death—drifting God knows where, without hope or idea or haven. She may so drift to the Day of Judgment, hut man will never dis cover her. That is my belief. I have no reason for it—I admit freely that if is ridiculous.” Murray did not quarrel with my point of view, hut assuredly he could not help me. No trace of Imroth had been discovered; Fordibras had not been arrested, nor had any news of him come from Santa Maria. The house there, I understod. was shut up, and the so-called miners had left many weeks ago in a steamer for Europe. The most diligent search had revealed none of those caverns of treasure which 1 believed (and still believe) to exist. There were implements for drilling and blasting, forges, cranes and cartridges, hut of secret habita tion, none. Tile Valley House was de clared to be an American's whim, the mountain passage one of old existence, and perfectly well known to every in habitant. Such simplicity I judged to have been bought at a handsome price. Gold alone could have set those people's tongues wagging so pleasantly. "They were bought to a nwn, Mur ray," I said: "and unless we care to pay a higher price, we may trouble them no more, in my view they are not the only recipienths of this man'3 oily bounty. I would venture to say that he lias friends enough in some of the South American republics to save an army from the gallows. We will take it at that and leave it there. If tho Park Lane people do not care to carry it further, I have no interest. I cannot arrest this man, you say. be cause there is no evidence against him I That must be told him when we meet —It shall he part of the price I pay for Ills secret. Such a secret I am de termined to force from him If I lose my life In the venture. Nothing concerns me now, Murray. Let a thousand crlm | Inals go down to the sea In ships, and I am unmoved. His secret—my task begins and ends with that.” And how should this be, you ask? How might I draw from the shadows a man fearing the light; one for whom the police of five nations were sup posed to be seeking—a man who would as soon come to England, you might say, as venture Into the Jaws of hell? Let the circumstance answer me. 1 had a letter from Imroth himself, three days after Murray assured me that all the talent of Europe could not dis cover him. Twenty-four hours later one of the fastest steam launches on the river Thames carried me from London Bridge to a house which should give all, or deny me all, before another dawn had broken. These were the truths, and they need no ornament of mine. I was going to Imroth’s house, and Okyada, my little Jap, alone went i with me. Let the circumstances speak, I say, for It Is worth a thousand guesses. The greatest criminal alive as I believed this man to be, had askeo me to go to him, and I answered "Yes." So shall the record stand—even, as It would seem, this surpasing folly—for a woman's sake, as so much folly and wisdom have been since man’s world began. CHAPTER XXII. Imroth had written to me, I say, and I had answered his letter. In a few brief sentences, worthy of the man and his story, he put me upon my honor and recited the compact between us. To Dr. Fabos, of London, from the Mas ter of the Ship— At Canvey Island, to which you will come, alone or with your servant at the most (such attendants as your launch brings being careful not to land), I will await you at sundown on the afternoon of the fifth day of May. Fear nothing as 1 am un-afrald. The word is no less sacred to me than to you. I pass it and bid you come.” Whence, then, had this strange let ter been delivered, and how had 1 falsified the fine, phrases of the police and communicated with Imroth? The truth shall be told with all the brevity I can command. There is published thrice every month in Paris a pretendedly comic paper, called the Journal des Polissons. Ostensibly a journal pour rire, a poor man's Punch and jester, It is, as ' have long known, a sure means tv which one thief may communicate with an other, or any assassin make known his hiding place to his friends. This know ledge I employed directly it became plain to me that Valentine Imroth had escaped the meshes of the law’s clumsy net, and defied a police which vainly protested that there was no evidence against him. I advertised in the paper in the common cryptogram^>f the Po lish societies. Making no effort to be clever, I intimated to the Master of the Ship that I could be of the greatest service to him If he, in turn, were will ing to be of some little service to me. This letter, so amazing—for so many are the eyes which watch Imroth’s career—was answered before a week had run. In a sentence I learned that the so-called Master was in hiding on Canvey Island—that desolate marsh beyond Tilbury, familiar to all who go down to the Nore in ships. There he would see me and hear my news. There I must challenge hint and be answered —ah, what would I have not given to know in what manner he would answer me! It is not to be supposed that I claim any merit of this voyage or was una ware of its dangers. Imroth knew per peculiar dangers. Imroth knew per fectly well with whom he had to deal, and I might reasonably argue that he would never be madman enough to attempt anything against me at a mo ment when I could rentier him service of such magnitude as that I proposed. To be frank, I found the whole business not less humiliating than that former failure In mid-ocean which will remain the supreme misfortune of my career. Here was I, who had set out to hunt this man down, about to say to him: “Go your way; I have done with you. The police say there is no evidence against you. It is their affair, and I will take no further part 1n it.” He, on his part, must guess that I came to him in some such mood. Canvey Island, I »emembered, could be easily gained from the open sea, and just as easily from the shore of Essex. There would tw a hundred eyes watching the coming of my launch, spies afloat and spies nshore, a launch of his own, perhaps, and certainly every expedient his subtle mind could contrive against any treachery that might be contemplated against him. He would trust me with ] a sword naked to his hand as it were. On my side, I might go safely while we agreed—but let us quarrel, and thei God help mo, I said. (Continued Next Week.) A Little Philosophy. From Cottrell's Magazine. Success is In being what we seem to be. In court wa always get precedent and ; seldom justice. People of excessive culture soon lose ! their point of contact. | Did you ever notice .that courtesy ! and a good hotel usually go hand In ; hand? There need be no doubt about any i thlngthing,—It Is simply a question of I persistency. It Isn’t desirable that a man work like a horse, but rather that a man work like a man. The failure of genius is largely due to over-confidence In ability with a lack of stability. A sore head can make more trouble thun a wise head, because he usually 1 has f>0 per cent more energy. The reason we like children is that they are natural, and the reason they are natural Is that they are sure of , dinner. Ho Lost. From the Boston Traveler. An east end hostess tells us of a young ! nian who apologized for being lat^ to a ! dinner party. I "We're so glad you got here," she said ! to him. "But where is your brother?" I "He has commissioned me to tender his ‘ regrets. You see, we are so busy at the office just now that It Is Impossible for both of us to get away at once. So we tossed up to see which should have th» pleasure of coming here tonight." "How original! And so you won!" J "No,” he replied, absently. “I tost." Love—A Definition. Love Is not measured by low sweet words Or the fevered touch of passion's flame; It cannot livi in a selfish world. And knows no right to claim. : "Love Is a weed," though sore distressed. Broken and hurt yet knows no death. But lifts a world-tired heart In palti, For the hand It loves to caress again. I —Arthur Ql Lewis, THE HAPPY MAN. First Lady—How very happy the bridegroom looks! Really it is pleas ant to see a young man looking so joyful. Second Lady—Hush! That's not the bridegroom; that’s a gentleman the bride jilted six months ago. WOULD LIE AWAKE ALL NIGHT WITH ITCHING ECZEMA “Ever since I can remember I was a terrible sufferer of eczema and other irritating skin diseases. I would lie awake all night, and my suffering was intolerable. A scaly humor set tled on my back, and being but a child, I naturally scratched It. It was a burning, itching sensation, and utterly intolerable, in fact, it was so that I could not possibly forget about it. It did not take long before it spread to my shoulders and arms, and I was almost covered with a mass of raw flesh on account of my scratching it. I was in such a condition that my hand3 were tied. “A number of physicians were call ed, but it seemed beyond their med ical power and knowledge to cure me. Having tried numerous treat ments without deriving any benefit from them, I had given myself up to the mercy of my dreadful malady, but I thought I would take the Cuticura treatment as a last resort. Words cannot express my gratitude to the one who created ‘The Cuticura Mira cles,’ as I have named them, for now I feel as if I never suffered from ^en a pimple. My disease was routed by Cuticura Soap and Ointment, and I shall never cease praising the wonder ful merits they contain. I will never be without them, in fact, I can almost dare any skin diseases to aCc']- me so long as I have Cuticura Remedies in the house. I hope that this letter will give other sufferers an idea of how I suffered, and also hope that they will not pass the ‘Cuticura Life Saving Station.’” (Signed) C. Louis Green, 929 Chestnut St., Philadelphia, Pa., Aug. 29, 1910. Exhorting the Ducks. There are two tiny boys in this town whose mother sings often to them at their request, and as she Is an ardent church woman, the children hear as many hymns as anything else. The oth er day they were playing with their wooden ducks In the bathtub, and strangely enough the ducks were more Inclined to float sideways than In the approved manner. After several at tempts to keep the misguided ducks straight the older boy shouted: “Stand up, duck, stand up!” Then two-year-old, noting the familiar phrase, leaned over the tub and ex horted: "’Tand up, duck! ’Tand up for Jesus!” Cause and Effect. "I see from the papers,” said Daw son, “that there Is a great scarcity of chorus girls this year.” “I was afraid there would be,” said Wiggles. “It’s only another case of cause and effect. The French cham pagne crop has practically failed, and lobsters are scarcer than hens’ teeth this season.”—Harper’s Weekly. Important to Mothers Examine carefully every bottle of CASTORIA, a safe and sure remedy for infants and children, and see that it Bears the yT^b^jT* Signature of In TJse For Over 30 Years. The Kind You Have Always Bought Domestic Amenities. Father—I think the baby looks like you. Mother—Yea, It shuts its eyes to an awful lot. You will sneeze; perhaps feel chilly. You.think you are catching cold. Don’t wait until you know it. Take a dose of Hamlins Wizard Oil and you just can’t catch cold. It's an easy matter for a married man to keep posted on what's going on in his home neighborhood. Garfield Tea is Nature’s laxative and blood purifier; it overcomes constipation and its many attendant ailments. Every man is a comer until he reaches a certain age—then he's a goer. I REMARKS BY THE CHILDREN Amusing Comments That Have Been Gathered by a London Woman. Some amusing remarks by children are told by Mrs. Bull (London). A little girl of three and one-half years defined a wedding as “It’s when a lady goes into church with a curtain on her head and comes out with a man.” Another little girl remarked to her grandpa that her doll was stuffed with sawdust. Grandpa as.ted: "And what are you stuffed with, Dorothy?” whereupon this sage of three replied: "I don't know. God stuffed me.” Another little girl was talking about her Sunday school lesson and the two Johns of whom her teacher had told her. “There was John the Baptist," she repeated, “and John the beloved disciple. “There were three,” her younger sister gravely corrected. “You didn't name John Bull.” OATS—259 Bu. Per Acre. That is the sworn to yield of Theodore Hartnes, Lewis Co., Wash., had from Salzer’s Rejuvenated White Bonanza oats and won a handsome 80 acre farm. Other big yields are 141 bus., 119 bus., 103 bus., etc., had by farmers scattered throughout the U. S. Salzer’s Pedigree Barley, Flax, Corn, Oats, Wheat, Potatoes, Grasses and Clov ers are famous the worid over for their purity and tremendous yielding qualities. We are easily the largest growers of farm seeds in the world. Our catalog bristling with seed truths free for the asking, or send 10c in stamps and receive 10 packages of farm seed nov elties and rarities, including above mar velous oats, together with big catalog. John A. Salzer Seed Co., 182 South 8th St., La Crosse, Wis. Brought the Tears. An unusual incident marked a re cent fire in New York. The fire started in the cellar of a five story ten ement and before it was extinguished the 18 families In the building and all the firemen were weeping copiously from inflamed eyes. In the cellar many bags of onions had been stored. The chief fireman allowed the tenants to remain in the building, assuring them that the fire was confined to the cellar. They did not stay, how ever, when the onions had got well afire. No Apparent Reason. Reporter—Colonel, you and I know there was money used in electing Llt tlebrayne. How much did It cost him? You may as well tell me, for I’m going to find out. Politician—What makes you think there was—er—bribery? Reporter—Why, blame it. man, he was elected. The Practical Agriculturist. Adam sniffed at the book farmer. “I don’t believe In spraying apple trees,” he snorted. A man who thinks his work Is worth dollars a minute will spend an hour looking for a dime he dropped in a room. 30 ft. Bowels— Biggest organ of the body—the bowels—and the most important— It’s got to be looked after—neglect means suffering and years of misery. CAS CARETS help nature keep every part of your bowels clean and strong—then they act right—means health to your whole body. an CASCARETS ioc a box for a week’s treat ment. All druggists. Biggest seller in the world — Million boxes a month. The Farmer’s Son’s Great Opportunity Why wait for the old farm to become your Inheritance? Beginnowto prepare for your future - .prosperity and indepen dence. A great oppor tunity awaits you In Manitoba,Saskatchewan or Alberta,/where you can secure a FreeHome atead or buy land at rea sonable prices. Now’s theTime —not a year from now, when land will be high or. The profits secured from the abundant crops of Wheat, Oats and Barley, as well as cattle raising, are causing a steady advance In Brice. Government returns show lat the number of settlers in Western Canada from the U. 8. was 60 per cent larger In 1910 than the previous year. ! Many farmers have paid for their land out of the proceeds of one crop. Free Homesteads of 160 acres and pre-emptions of 160 acres at $3.00 an acre, line climate, good schools, excellent railway facilities, low freight rates; wood, wa ter and lumber easily ob tained. For pamphlet “Last Best West,” particulars as to suitable location and low settlers’ rate, apply to Snp*t of Immigration, Ottawa, Can., or to Canadian Gov’t Ageat. f. T. Holmes. 315 Jacks* SI., SI. Paul. Him. J.». Madacta, Drawer 197. Baltrtown, S. D. W. V. Bannatt, Bee Building. Omaha, Neb. 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