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Aged Royal Host Slept and Etiquette
Would Not Permit That He
8hould Be Awakened.
Prince Leopold, the recently de
ceased regent of Bavaria, some weeks
before his fatal Illness, fell asleep at
a dinner party Immediately after the
first course. His guests were re
strained by etiquette from waking
film, but continued their conversation
in a low tone. The servants did not
dare to continue serving the dinner.
The prince soon commenced to
snore, and slept on for two hours, dur
ing which time no one allowed himself
to leave his place. The guests sat
famished In the same room with a
marvelously appointed dinner. Finally
Prince Leopold awoke. He took a hur
>ried glance round the table and saw
' only a number of perfectly correct
■faces successfully pretending to have
■noticed nothing. Persuaded that his
slight lapse had passed completely un
remarked, he said quietly, "Now let us
go and take coffee." The guests rose
accordingly and proceeded to the
drawing-room. They were served with
coffee, liqueurs, cigars. The prince,
thoroughly refreshed by his sleep, in
dulged in a great deal of excellent
conversation, which lasted till mid
night. The party then broke up. and
the guests departed, famished with
faunger.
j 1
Wow Long Will the Women 8tand ’Em?
"I am a mean man,” confessed the
Erratic Thinker. "My father bore the
same unenviable reputation, and I had
au uncle who served a term in the pen
itentiary and was twice mentioned for
the tegielature. So no one need be sur
prised when I remark that perusal of
the dry goods advertisements causes
me to wonder how soon corsets will
become to long that their wearers will
be obliged to roll them up around
the ankles to keep from treading on
them?”—Kansas City Star.
Quite Apparent.
“Do theatrical angels have wings?”
"Certainly. That is how their mon
■ey files.”
Everybody
From Kid
To Grandad
Likes
Post
Toasties
Thin, crisp bits of white
Indian Corn, cooked to
perfection and toasted to a
delicate brown without the
touch of human hand.
You get them in the
sealed package
Ready to Eat
A dish of Post Toasties
for breakfast and lunch,
with thick cream or rich
fruit juice, is • dish that ep
icures might chortle over.
Nourishing, economical,
delicious, “more-ish.”
£ imprudence
of tPvue,
| rflale ofa Maitlanda ffigfiwayman
2
SYNOPSIS.
| In the time of yueeu Anne, Lady Fru
deuce Brook, widowed at 16 and still a
widow at two and twenty, while journey
ing in a coach to London with her cousin
Peggy, is accosted by a highwayman who.
however, takes nothing from her except *
kiss.
The two girls live with their irwjJ'
mother. Lady Drum loch, who, despite he
reduced circumstances, maintains a
social position in the court circle.
Prue is small, gay, delightful, daring,
travagunt. and always In debt.
She is perpetually pursued by j
and Just now Is In deep water lor want ^
a few guineas with which to buy * u .
gown by whose aid she hopes to win ba
the queen’s favor, very recently ios*
one of her mad pranks.
She decides to visit Aaron’s, a ”?rtf)Ilare
money lender, and asks him to take c
of her debts on the strength of her v
proachlng marriage to Sir Geoffrey
desert.
I Aaron informs her, however, that Beau
desert is himself head over heels
and while Prue is still in his office
Geoffrey arrives.
Prue at once secrets herself in a
and to her astonishment overhears also
Geoffrey ask for advances of money,
on the strength of their engagemen .
Prue reads In a paper an ac€®uJlt»r»<fLn t le*
trial and sentence of Robin Freomantie.
the highwayman who had ” d at
the moors, and that he is to be ha g
Tyburn the following Monday.
Suddenly she recalls that ac?JJ!?!n^are
legal custom the debts of a widow ^ ,
burled in the coffin of her husbana.
She conceives the Whimsical Idea
marrying Robin in order to escape
debts.
Accompanied by Peggy "he J^/Tri
1 gate prison and Robin, who *a alteaay
love with lier, consents to the ceremony
Afterward Prue asks to b® “’""hlm'to
him for a few minutes and allows him
kiss her again and leels pity f°r bis p
proachlng execution.
I,ord Beaucombe also visits Robin and
Robin tells him that he has proof that
Beaucombe Is not the legitimate heir to
the title and threatens If ho 18 r‘°l re
leased to see that proof of this fact guts
to Beaucombe’s enemlos. ,
On Monday Is Peggy suffering keenly
because of hur belief that Robin, »°w be
ginning to be a hero In her eyes. Is about
to bo hanged she Is astonished at see.Irtg
him enter the house and Is told that he
has been reprieved and set at liberty.
For his freedom Robin, whoee real name
is D© Cilffe, agrees to make over to Lora
Beaucombe a paper conveying his claim
to the title and estate to him.
He has no sooner done this than L°rd
Beaucombe treacherously tries to captuie
him. Robin by cleverly disguising him
•elf in a borrowed coat and hat and using
Lord Beaucombe’s horse, escapes.
At a rout at Marlborougn noum
queen loses a diamond necklace and as it
Is known that Hobln In a red doinlno has
been present he Is suspected of the tnen
Prue, who has learned where he hides,
goes to him, confesses her love, Jor„h;,??'
and persuades him to give up the neck
lace which she restores to the Duchess ot
Marlborough for the queen,
\ __
The affair which leaks out. Is variously
Interpreted by the gossips.
It develops that Robin is a Jacobite spy
and he Is obliged Jo leave England on for
feit of his life.
CHAPTER XXVII (Continued.)
"As to whether we go to Tunbridge
tomorrow—that will depend on you.
he went on. "At present we are going,
as fast as horses can take us. In the
opposite direction. We shall arrive,
presently, at a little church, where we
can be quietly and quickly married,
and then, If you wish, resume our
Journey; or, if you are of my way of
thinking, we can break It for a day or
two at a charming rustic retreat which
has been placed at my disposal for the
honeymoon. What say you, dearest.'
"I say that you must be mad to talk
to me In tills way." said Prue haughti
ly. "I Insist that you take me at once
to a post house where 1 can get a
chaise and proceed to Tunbridge We
cannot be so very far out of the way.
“You are mistaken, love," he replied
tranquilly. “At Seven Oaks your post
boy, Instructed by me, turned off the
Tunbridge road in the direction of the
secluded country house which our good
friend Aarons offered me the uBe of.
for as long as you wish to occupy It,
That is where we are going now; It
depends on you how long we remain
there."
"In that case," she retorted prompt
ly "we will not remain an hour—a
minute—In fact, we will not go there
at all. 1 protest that rather than go
another vard with you 1 would walk
back, barefoot, to Seven Oaks, or even
to Tunbridge."
“The choice Is not yours. Prudence,"
said Sir Geoffrey, his smooth voice in
strong contrast to the black frown that
shadowed his face at her Imperious
tone and the Indignant energy with
which she repulsed his advances. "This
time I will not be balked; I am re
solved to give you no further oppor
tunity of fooling me."
Prue laughed contemptuously. "Do
you think you can mary me by force?"
she cried. "What priest would marry
us when I tell him the truth?”
“By the time you have been my guest
for two or three days you will, no
doubt, prefer returning to court ns
Dndy*Benudesert, the heroine of a ro
mantic marriage, to braving the scan
dal of a mysterious elopemeut as the
frlskv Widow Brooke."
"Villain!" she ejaculated. “I would
brave any scandal rather than marry
a wretch capable of such treachery!"
"We shall see," returned her captor,
at the same time thrusting his head
out of the window and calling to the
postilion. "Stop, fool, is not thls-the fer
rp? See ttie'lmi yonder and the boats."
The coach came to a standstill and Sir
Geoffrey's man jumped down from the
rumble. 'Go rouse the landlord nnd
call up theTerrymari." said his master;
"bid lnm hasten If he would earn a
guinea for Ills services."
The moment the carriage stopped
Prue began to scream, "Help—oh, help!
Is there no one here to help a pool
woman in sure distress?"
“No, one, dearest." replied Sir Geof
frey, opening the door and alighting
In the dusty highway, “except your de
voted lover and slave. Wlil It pleas*
you t r descend? We have but little
farther to go. and that by water."
Prue crouched back In the farthest
.corner of the coach. "Ill not leave tills
carriage until my cries bring help
Help—oh. help!”
"Call your loudest, pretty one; 'twll
give md a good excuse for smothlni
your cries with klBses. An' If you fore*
*ie to carry you, so much the bettei
for me: I shall enjoy the bliss of hold
ing you In my arms all the sooner.”
“You think you can Insult me be
oauBe I am a woman and unarmed,"
she cried, too Indignant to be
alarmed, “but I have 10 daggers at my
fingertips to defend my honor."
“Your honor, dearest Prue, Is In no
Jeopardy from me. X seek, on the con
trary, to shield you from the disgrace
of being pointed at as a felon’s widow
by making you the wife of an honor
able gentleman."
“How dare you call my husband a
felon?” she cried, "and his wife a
widow? He Is not dead, and If he were,
I would not marry you."
“I swear to you that Robin Free
mantle Is dead," Sir Geoffrey assever
ated. A voice from the shadow of the
trees responded in sonorous and tragic
tones, “You lie!”
CHAPTER XXVIII.
THE DEAREST TREASURE.
Somewhere about the time that Prue
was leaving Seven Oaks, Robin Free
mantle, accompanied by two friends and
followed by the faithful Steve, rode
out of the stately gates of a country
mansion a few miles beyond St. Mary’s
Cray.
At a short distance they left the
highroad and plunged into a deep and
narrow lane, showing few signs of use
and leading into others as neglected
and man-forsaken. When the lanes
W'ere wide enough the three rode
abreast, with heads bent together in
earnest conference. Papers were hand
ed to Robin which he concealed about
his person, and last Instructions re
iterated, to which he listened atten
tively, but without enthusiasm.
"You think I am sure of finding a
boat at Hailing, Perclval?" he Inquired,
when the others became silent.
"We shall avoid Hailing and seek
the ferry a mile or so above," replied
the younger of his companions. “The
ferry is little used; indeed, I do not
know how there comes to be one at all,
for the road Is unfrequented and I
know of no habitation but the little Inn
where, however, there are always
boats for hire—built possibly by the
ferryman himself. The tide serves about
» o’clock and with a favorable wind
we should be below Rochester by moon
rise. No one will be looking for you
on the Medway, captain, and before
morning you will be safely past Sheer
ness and, I hope, on board the Petite
Vlerge, while the spies of the govern
ment are keeping strict watch for you
between London bridge 'and Graves
end."
"I would give 10 years of my life,”
said Robin, moodly, “for one more day
In England,’ ’
"Your life Is not your own to give.
Captain de ClifTe,” said the third man,
who, even In this solitude, kept his
wide-brimmed beaver slouched so as
completely to conceal his face. "It be
longs to King James, and should you be
arrested with these documents upon
you, hundreds of lives, besides your
own. may pay for the mischance."
"I do not need to be reminded of
my, duty, even by your grace," said
Robin proudly.
"1 know It well,” returned the other
pacifically, "and when you return with
the king, in triumph—may it be soon
Ills Majesty will know how to re
ward you."
“Aye, that he will,”'muttered Steve,
who was close enough to catch some
of the conversation, In which he wae
greatly Interested. " ‘Virtue is its own
reward’ Is the motto of the Stuarts!"
"The highest reward King James can
offer is to send me back as fast as
horse and ship can carry me," cried
Robin. "Even now—"
"Even now, captain," Steve broke In,
"you are lucky In getting away alive.
Don’t forget there Is a price upon your
head arul the law’s protection—save the
mark!—will be withdrawn In a few
hours. After that your life is forfeit
wherever the flag of England files."
"My life! When has It not been
forfeit?" returned Robin carelessly.
"Rut your grace ean be at ease; I have
given my word to carry these letters
safely to Paris and I will do so, God
sparing me."
"Enough ! I should never have
thought of doubting you, had not mine
own eyes seen you at the masquerade
with a certain fair sorceress whose
spells are far more dahgerous than
sword or bullet. Right glad am I that
fate drives you from her before we
lose one of our most valued captains
In the same snare that has entangled
the feet of all heroes, ancient and
modern. l,et us lose no time, for the
love of Heaven; your only safety lies
In swift flight!"
And with malicious laughter. In
which the other man heartily Joined,
he put spurs to his horse and urged
the ealvacade to such speed us the
heavy ground would permit.
In spite of their haste, the sun was
sinking behind the mists that rose from
the river, before they saw its shimmer
through the trees. The road upon
which they emerged from the bridle
path took a sharp turn at this spot and
passed close to a little Inn—a mere
peasant's cottage, for all the announce
ment on the creaking signboard of en
tertainment for man and beast, and
further Information ns to the hire and
sale of boats at the adjacent ferry.
"Go forward, Steve, and see what
folks are about, and if there be a sea
worthy boat to be had, while we keep
within this thicket out of sight of
passers-by,” said the duke, backing his
horse Into the wood, while Steve and
Percival dismounted to reeonnolter the
premises.
Steve quickly returned alone. “The
ferry Is close at hand." he said, "but
I can And neither ferryman nor land
lord. However, there are boats a
plenty at the landing, and If we press
one for the king’s service, ’tls no more
than a loyal subject should rejoice to
contribute to the cause! The wind Is
fair, the tide Is on the turn. I can
hoist a sail and handle an oar. and
’twill be strange if we leave not Sheer
ness In our wake at sunrise.”
“You are sure there is no one spying
about?” the duke inquired nervously.
"How if they are merely hiding" Stay
•you here, taptuln—l will examine the
. inn for myself—It will not do for you
to fall Into an ambush. And It would
• be well for Steve to stand sentinel at
the bend of the road; he ean warn
us in time of any approaching way
: farer, for If I mistake not. the road
over the waste lands can be plainly
• seen for several miles.”
• Reft alone, Robin dropped the mask
of eareless gaiety under which he had
: hidden his dejection from ht» com
i panions. About to leave the land that
. contained Prue. on a mission, whose
risks he had often braved without a
I thought except of audacious delight Iri
[ danger and reckless defiance or the law
s from which he was an outcast, he wae
r now beset by a thousand apprehen
sions for which he could have given
no reason, but which chilled his loyal
ardor and hung like an incubus upon
his soul. How could he wish for his
once-beloved Paris while Prue was in
England? What cared he for the safe
asylum of the French court while Prue
in the English court was wooed by a
score of suitors and pressed by dan
gers and temptations from which he
was powerless to protect her? The
setting sun seemed like an emblem of
his own fate—except that it would
surely rise again on the morrow, while
he might sink forever Into forgetful
ness. "Oh! my heart’s joy, my only
love, shall we never meet again?” he
murmured. “Oh! for one more look
into those sweet eyes; one last kiss
from those beloved lips! Must I go
without a farewell word; without sure
hope that she will ever bestow another
thought one me? Before Ood she Is
my wife—yet the outlaw has no God—
no country—no wife—and how dare I
hope that she who toolf me for an
hour’s frolic, would not some day
gladly be rid of me forever?"
Robin’s reflections, painful arid ab
sorbing as they were, did not prevent
his keeping a close watch on Steve,
who now turned, and, with many signs
of caution, retraced his steps. At the
same time the distant sound of wheels
became audible.
"Conceal yourself, captain, there are
travelers coming this way: we must
withdraw until they have passed,” said
Steve, pushing his way through the
bushes and preparing to lead his horse
farther into the wood.
"We are four,” said Robin. "It would
111 become us to turn tall without
knowing what we fly from.”
"Four! Would you attempt to draw
his grace Into a broil?”
"A broil! Pshaw!” cried Robin im
patiently. "Some pursy citizen In a
post-chaise, belike, or passengers for
the ferry.”
"There's another carriage following
the one you hear," said Steve. "Shall
I warn the duke and Mr. Percival?’
"No, no! let us play highwaymen
once more and frighten them away,’
laughed Robin, quickly adjusting a
black mask and handing one to Steve.
As he did so a hand was laid some
what roughly on his arm and the duke,
In low but emphatic tones, interrupted
mm; . „
“A truce to this headstrong folly;
your rashness will ruin everything.
‘I’m in the right temper for a tus
sle,” returned Robin resignedly. ‘ Yet
If these travelers do not molest us they
may pass on their way unchallenged
for me,” and, reluctantly, he withdrew
a few paces farther into the thicket.
Just as a coach and four rounded the
bend in the road and drew up not
many paces away.
A man Jumped out of the rumble, ana
hurrying to the Inn-door, battered and
kicked at it, loudly shouting, "Ferry—
ho, Ferry—where Is the Ferryman? Ho
Landlord, open your door quickly and
do not waste our time."
An upper window opened cautiously.
Just wide enough to show a night
capped .head within.
"Who calls for the ferry at this
hour?” demanded a quavering voice.
"Why, 'tls early yet,” replied the
man; "we are travelers who would
cross in hot haste.”
"Your haste will have time to cool
the ferryman beds t’other side the river
and comes not over unless he brings a
fare," said the landlord.
“Is there no way of calling him? He
will be well paid for his trouble; and
you, too, Goodman, may find it worth
while to come down and serve my noble
master,” cried the man.
"There’s a horn chained to yon post,
blow it, if you will, an’ If he hears you.
mayhap he'll bring his boat across . If
you want food and drink, you 11 ntu
none fit for the quality nearer than
Hailing. My wife is sick a-bed and
I’m lame with the rheumatics, but I H
come down and open if you 11 have
patience.” And the head was with
drawn and the casement shut.
In the meantime the' carriage door
was opened and a man descended. His
figure, which a ray of the setting sun
brought into strong relief, was imme
diately recognised by Robin, wlJo mut
tered. "Sir Geoffrey Beaudesert! What
brings him across my path again,
and pushing forward a little, caught
the sound of his own name.
“I swear to you that Robin Free
mantle is dead!”
"You lie!" shouted Robin.
Sir GeofTrey started and looked
around. “What was that?” he ex
claimed uneasily.
Prue Instantly renewed her cries,
“Help! help! If ye be true men, come
Two masked and cloaked horsemen
promptly advanced, leveling their pis
tols at Sir Geoffrey’s head.
"Stand and deliver!" commanded the
taller of them, In deep, vibrant tones.
\t the sound of that beloved voice,
Prue, with a cry of Joy, sprang out of
the carriage and, rushing to Robin, who
was already afoot, threw herself Into
his arms.
“Oh! Joy—oh! Robin, dear, dear
dear Robin, heaven has sent you to
deliver me from this villain!'
At the sight of their meeting and the
maddening certainty of his own utter
discomfiture, Sir GeofTrey could not
contain his fury, but drawing his
sword, would have hurled himself upon
Robin had not Prue stood between
them with outstretched arms.
'Stand aside, woman!" he vocifer
ated, beside himself with rage. "Must
I kill you to get at him? Coward! are
you going to shelter yourself behind a
woman?”
“Stand aside, Prue,” said Robin, in a
tone she dared not disobey, and draw
ing his sword he placed himself on the
defensive.
(Continued Next Week.)
The Editor’s Guess.
From the Ladies Home Journal.
A leading citizen In a small town waw
suddenly stricken with appendicitis and
an operation became necessary. The edi
tor of the local paper heard of It and
printed this note about it:
“Our esteemed fellow citizen. James L
Brown, will go to the hospital tomorrow
| to be operated upon for the removal of
his appendix by Dr. Jones. He will leave
a wife and two children.”
The death rate is increasing among
, Londoners between 45 and 65.
1 ( Krxi'l
' ■; w ■
t WHERE DID THE ARK ♦
REST? ♦
The story of the Ark of Noah is one
of the most interesting of all biblical
stories, for it gives the history of the
living, moving things of the earth and
how they were preserved from the
flood. After the deluge the Ark is sup
posed to have rested on Mount Ararat,
from which Noah and Jiis family and
the other occupants saved from the
elements distributed themselves over
the earth.
Did the Ark rest on Ararat? Tl/ere
has been much controversy regarding
this by biblical scholars. Whether the
tradition which makes Ararat the rest
ing place of Noah's Ark is of any his
torical value or not, there is at least
poetical fitness in the hypothesis, inas
much as this mountain is about equally
distant from the Black sea and the
Caspian, from the Mediterranean and
the Persian Gulf.
Another tradition—accepted by the
Kurds, Syrians and Nestorians—fixes
on Mount Judi, in the south of Ar
menia, on the left bank of the Tigres,
near Jezire, as the Ark’s resting place.
There so-called genuine relics of the
Ark are exhibited and a monastery and
mosque of commemoration were built,
but the monastery was destroyed by
lightning in 776 A. D., and the tradition
has declined in credit. Around Ararat,
however, gathered many traditions
connected with the deluge.
Near Ararat is the burial place of
Noah’s wife, and in a village near the
great chasm was the spot where Noah
planted the first vineyard, and where
was built the monastery of St. Janies.
But, according to the Babylonian ac
count. the resting place of the Ark was
"on the mountains of» Nizir," which
some writers have identified with
Mount Rowanduz and others with
Mount Elburs, near Teheran.
The limits of the biblical Ararat are
not known, but they must have in
cluded the loft Armenian plateau which
overlooks the plain of the Araxes on
the north and that of Mesopotamia on
the south. It is only natural that the
highest and most striking mountain in
the district should have been regarded
as that upon which the Ark rested.
The mountain itself is known as
Ararat only among Occidental geog
raphers. The Armenians call it Mas
sis, the Turks Aghri Dagli and the Per
sians Koh-i-Nub, or "the Mountains of
Noah.” Thus far it has been impos
sible to trace back to an early date an
independent native tradition. Appar
ently the local legends which have
clothed it with mystery, and which
would’place upon it the remains of the
original Ark, are based upon the nas
sage in Genesis, and have been largely
induced in comparatively recent times
by the influence of western Christian
ity.
Superstitious fear and natural diffi
culties prevent the ascent of the
mountain by natives; but its top has
been frequently reached by Europeans,
and its geological peculiarities have
been noted. Its cone is the crater of
an extinct volcano, and because of its
great height it is snow-capped
throughout the year.
One hundred and twenty days before
the deluge Noah planted cedars from
which he afterwards made the Ark,
and according to one view the Ark con
sisted of 360 cells, each 10 yards long
by 10 yards wide, and according to an
other it consisted of 900 cells, each six
yards long by six yards wide.
Eadie, in his -“Biblical Encyclo
paedia.” says: "The mountains to
which local tradition points is so very
high, and its sides so very steep, rug
ged and dangerous, that we cannot
conceive it to be the spot where the
Ark rested. The safe descent of all
the inhabitants of the Ark- from its
summit would seem to be a miracle
almost as great as their preservation
from the waters of the deluge. The
Scripture narrative leaves the spot un
determined and only says that the
huge vessel grounded at length on one
of the Armenian mountains."
This writer argues that no mountain
peak was intended by the expression in
Genesis, and declares that this is con
firmed by the fact that great differ
ences of opinion prevailed among the
nations of ancient times as to the spot
where the Ark rested. There is such
a diverse opinion on the subject that
it remains one of the most interesting
of the mysteries of antiquity.
x The Quadrennial Holdup.
The people of Washington city know
how to get money from the other peo
ple over the country who flock to the
presidential inauguration every ' four
years. Always on each of these gi cat
occasions there is an outpouring of
lamentation at the extortion with
which the Washingtonians ply their
victims. Always, too, there is a prom
ise from some one in authority there
that it will not occur again, but at
each recurrence of the inaugural day
there are new men in control of price
regulation and new victims to lie
fleeced; for Washington, the capital
of the nation, must live off of the peo
ple of the nation.
They are wanting $150 a room along
Pennsylvania avenue for the three days
that visitors will require to see the In
auguration of democracy, with all its
promises of economy and fair dealing.
A proud Kentuckian, who is being
touched for more than the traffic will
bear calls on the authorities to reduce
the rate. The city is in control of the
national government. There ought to
be protection against this holdup game
that goes along with the inauguration
of a president. . _
“When one has carried a boquet of flow
ers in tile hand, upon reaching home they
are generally found to be wilted. To
freshen them, dip them for an instant in
hot water, and have ready a bowl or a
vase containing cold water, to which has
hern added a bit of charcoal the size of
a dime. If the flowers are violets, add
half a teaspoonful of sugar to the hot
water In which they are first dipped. In
winter a flower or flowery caai be kept
fresli a very long time by cutting off a
small piece of the stem each morning and
1 aclng in hot water, to which has been
edded a pinch of salt. The water should
not be scalding hot when the flowers are
rpped. Kc.ses can be kept on ice for
days" _
And Nothing in Sight.
From tile Chicago Tribune.
First Visitor (in Washington)—This
is a city of magnificent distances, all
right
Second Visitor—Magnificent? Gosh,
they're appalling. I've come ail the
way here from Seattle to kick for a
job. and I don't seem to be within a
million miles of it._
~~a Child.
Go prettle child, and beare this Flower
i nto thy little Saviour;
Vnd tell Him. by that Rud now blown,
He is the Rose of Sharon known:
When thou hast said so. stick it there
Upon His Bibb, or Stomacher;
■\n.l tell Him (for good handaell. too)
That thou hast brought a Whistle new.
Made of a clean, straight, oaten reed.
To charm His cries (at time of need);
Tell Him. for Corail, thou hast done;
Rut if thou hadst. He sho'd have one.
—Robert Herrick.
A Fortunate Misfortune.
From Pele Vlele.
“Lucky chap you are to have a nose
like that. Your cigars won't go out in
the rain."
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Scissors for Memorial Wreaths.
The police of Berlin applied the
censorship of the scissors to a recent
demonstration at the cemetery where
are buried the socialists and anarch
ists who fell in the revolution in Ber
lin March 18. 1848. Hundreds of visi
tors brought wreaths, the socialists red
and the anarchists black, to lay on the
graves. The police, with scissors,
stood at the entrance to the cemetery.
Every wreath was submitted to them,
and the sentiments on the ribbons had
to undergo the censorship of the scis
sors.
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I took about 6 boxes of Dodds Kid
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which I had suffered for 5 years. I
bad dizzy spells, my eyes puffed,
my breath was
short and I had
chills and back
ache. I took the
pills about a year
ago and have had
no return of the
palpitations. Am
now 63 years old,
able to do lots of
Judge Miller. manual labor, am
well and hearty and weigh about
200 pounds. I feel very grateful that
I found Dodds Kidney Pills and you
may publish this letter if you wish. I
am serving my third term as Probate
Judge of Gray Co. Yours truly,
PHILIP MILLER. Cimarron, Kan.
Correspond with Judge Miller about
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Dodds Kidney Pills, 50c. per box at
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Hints, also music of National Anthem
(English and German words) and re
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Adv. _
Both True.
"I heard quite a paradoxical remark
the other day."
"What was it?”
"That though there is no excuse
for crime, there is generally a war
rant for it."
The old fashioned mother and her
slipper have qualified many a man
for the presidential chair—even if ha
didn't land.
