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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 8, 1914)
WHY GRIP IS DANGEROUS. II h <n Epidemio Catarrhal FeveS Caused fay a Bacillus that Gener ally Leaves the Patient Weak After the Acute Stage Has Passed. Ctrl? Patients Grateful to Peruna, th« Expectorant Tonio, Be not nuke the error of regarding M) as an exaggerated cold. Thera H a big difference between the two. Bill is an epidemic disease that pol aeaa the vital organs. When a per son has grip, the air passages am ggvw with millions of bacilli poison tog the blood. The Infected person toela tiled and exhausted. Peruna la a Tonio Laxative, Bt requires a good tonic laxative to Heap the body of the patient as strong ga peaslble to counteract the effect of toa poisons created by the grip bacll | toa. An expectorant tonic with soma toaatlve qualities Is the safest rem ady. Buch Is 'Peruna. Bewaxe es pecially of coal tar powders or tableta i Because they lessen the vitality of tha gatlsnt Thera ia no specific for the grip. Peruna has been used with good Success in former grip epidemics. In toeatlons point to the return of grip this winter. Do not fall to read the experience c «f former grip patients with Peruna. Mrs. Oentry Gates, 8219 First Ave, tout Lake, Ala., writes: “1 had a had case of grip. I tried Peruna and It on red me. I can safely say It Is a tone medicine." tom. Charles B. Wells. Sr., 280 South Bt, Delaware, Ohio, writes: “After a severe attack of la grippe I took Peruna and found It a good Banlo," etoft Yoar Druggist for Free Peruna Lucky Day Almanac tor 1914. CAVE LESSON IN REVERENCE i dUnell Boy's Stern Rebuke to Bishop | Whom He Suspected of Harbor ing Thoughts of Barter. f Bishop Thornton, when In Ballarat, mi walking one fine Sunday morning With his favorite dog, a very lntellt tt*nt retriever. The dog was perform all sorts of tricks; jumping over Ihls master’s stick, retrieving It from Me water, and bo on. I The htshop was aware of the wide taped Interest of a small boy, who, with Ma nurse, was walking on the shore of Me lake. The bishop recognized In Bfan the son of a neighbor with whom *he was on the best of terms, although bhe neighbor was a leading light of pfanoottformlty *n the city. To amuse the boy tho bishop put bke dog through the whole category mt his tricks, and then Bald: "Now, hart that a nice dog; and wouldn't | |po« Hke to have one like him?" To Which the small boy replied, sternly: “Mr, I thick you forgot what duy this ha*—London Daily Citizen. Current History. “What did our history class discuss “Henry VIII. and his various dl N lor “Tea; also some divorces In our Mare immediate set." * __ Curiosity. | MM—Why didn't you protect your palf whw Jock kissed you? »fetty—Why, first I was speech Bmb, and then 1 thought I would see haw many times the Impudent fellow MM dare to do It. r SELF DELUSION. ■any People Deceived by Coffee. We Uke defend our Indulgences fend habits ven though we may be feOfevinoed of their actual harmfulness. ▲ man can convince himself that whiskey la good for him on a cold Morning, or beer on a hot summer day —when he wants the whiskey or beer. Ifa the same with coffee. Thou sands of people suffer headache and nervousness year after year but try to persuade themselves the cause Is not ooffee—because they like coffee. "While yet a child I commenced feaing coffee and continued It,” writes • Win. man, “until I was a regular ooffee fiend. I drank It every morning •ad in consequence had a blinding headache nearly every afternoon, fij "My folks thought It was coffee that •lied me, but I liked It and would not admit It was the cause of my trouble, «o I stuck to coffee and the headaches ■tack to me. | "Finally, e folks stopped buying ’ ooffee and brought homo some Postum. £ They made It right (directions on pkg.) and told me to see what differ ence It would make with my head, and |J during at first week on Postum my old affliction did ot bother me onco. From that day to this wo have used oothlng but Postum In place of coffee H ■—headaches are a thing of the past and the whole family Is In fine health " e "Postum locks good, smells good, tastes good, is good, and does good to the whole body.” Name given by Postum Co., Pattis Creek. Mich. Read "The Iload to Well rtlle." h pkss. Postum now comes In two forms: Regular Postum—must be well boiled. Instant Postum—Is a soluble pow der. A teaapoonful dissolves quickly in a cup of hot water and, with cream and sugar, makes a delicious beverag* instantly. Grocers sell both kinds. "Thars's a Reason" for Postum. 44444444444-44444 4 PRODUCTION OF EGGS 4 -- 4 Has Fallen Off Since Last Year, 4 4 Resulting in High Prices. 4) 4 +. 4. 4. 4. 4 4. 4. 4 ♦ ♦ ♦ 4 ♦ ♦ 4- 4 ♦ 4- 4 4 4 4 4 41 The present agitation concerning the effect of cold storage on the price of eggs gives relevancy to the following facts, which may be of Interest to your readers who believe In fair play. The figures showing a shortage In both the receipts of eggs and the quantity In cold storage are taken from The New York Produce Review of November 26, 1913: Cases Receipts of eggs In New York market March 1 to October 21, 1912. 4.056,169 Receipts of eggs In New York market March 1 to October 31, 1913. 3,859,911 Decrease In receipts for above period. 196,241 Average monthly trade out put March to October, 1912 391,850 Average monthly trade out put March to October, 1913 411,250 The above shows a decrease of re ceipts In the market during the above period of 196,248 cases, and at the same an Increase In the trade output for the same peTlod of 155,2*0 cases; further more on November 1, 1913, there was a deficiency In storage holdings, as com pared with November 1, 1912, of 377, 000 cases. The present storage reserve, together with receipts on the same basis as last year, would show a prospective defi ciency In supply on this market of about 185,0*0 cases up to January 31, 1914 based on the average output since March 1, 1913. This, then, Is the statis tical explanation of why th» wholesale prices of cold storage eggs has ranged from 27H to 30 cents a doeen this month ns against 21 to 24 cents a deeen during November,, 1912. These figures, together with the fact that the goods are not owned by the cold storage companies, hut are con trolled by a large number of competing dealers sll over the country, should should satisfy an unbiased person that cold storage la not responsible for the present range of prices. The Incxorablo law of supply and de mand Is the governing factor In eggs, whether storage or fresh, as In all oth er products. Prank A. Horne, President American Association of Re frigeration. New York, November 28, 1913. UNIFYING FREIGHT RULES. Committee of Railroad Men Has Re vised 75 Per Cent of the Classifications. From the New York Times. After three years of continuous work, a special committee comprised of men formerly associated with railroads, and having expert knowledge of freight classi fication, has succeeded In revising about 75 per cent of the freight classifications and rules. Traffic officers of practically all the country's carriers have been co operating in a plan to establish uniform classifications, packing requirements and minimum carload weights. The condition in the different sections of the country throughout which the ex isting classifications apply are varying, and these classifications have been ad justed to conform to the commercial and transportation necessities of such sections. The present effort Is for the purpose of bringing about a standardization of rules, methods of packing, and descriptions of articles. When It Is recalled that the re spective classifications provide descrip tions numbering from 7,000 to 9,000 in each territory to cover the various forms of packages, It will be appreciated that the work of unifying all such descriptions In to terms which shall he alike for all sec tions, and at the same time not disturb the commercial requirements or customs and suitably provide for every possible form of package thnt may be offered for shipment, Is a task presenting many diffi culties and perplexities. The shipping public has taken a great Interest In the subject, and under the methods of the uniform committee, as well as those of the respective territorial committees, the fullest opportunity Is af forded to bo advised of the contemplated change* arising from the work or uni formity, as well as with respect to the Incorporation of same In the separate classifications governing the different sections. Ridicule and Progress. From the London Times. It Is a familiar saying that no man ran achieve anything worth doing unless he runs the risk of looking ridiculous. The men who have done the great work of the worn have cheerfully taken that risk, and ridicule, which Is the severest form of publicity, has failed to kill the noblest enterprises. An eminent difference be tween the Englishman and the American lies In the attitude of the two toward publicity. The American lives In public; he has not even a fence round his house. • • • And there Is no question but that In many ways the American suffers for his want of reserve. On the other hand, In many fields of acttvlty he gains enormously. There Is a gay adventurousness about him. He Is very little hampered by conventions, tra ditions, social codes and other devices for securing caution and circumspection In movement. If he wants a thing he does not mind who knows It nor who sees him making efforts to get It. and no kind of sensitiveness will be allowed to come be tween his desire and Its object. If he wants profits out of business, he Is Indif ferent to any clamor that may he raised about his methods. If he wants to for ward an Idea, to help a cause, he becomes a cheerful and shameless “crank." With the American, to be seized with an idea Is to put It to trial and to compare It with other Ideas, W'etgh the pros and cons and calculate Its effect on this body of Inter ests or that. The results of this adventurous quick ness are often unfortunate. Scatter brained efforts In philanthropy, art, eu genics, social reform and what not, sporadically sprouting, nil the ground that might be occupied by order and con ceited work, llut at least the American seldom loses anything that he wants for fear of lowering his dignity by trying to get tt. His sprightly power of Initiative curries him straight to his point, and he la too busy getting his way to care what he looks like to other people. Milos of Salmon Tins. From the Wide World Magazine. That over 6,140,000 cases of canned salmon were packed on the Pacific coast of North America during the season of 1912 will seem to many peo ple a surprising statement; but It Is true, snd, furthermore, If all the tins used that season—249,762,676 1-pound cans—were laid end to end they would extend In a straight line for over 26,500 ml'es, or would come within about 3,600 miles of encircling the globe at tho equator. To fill these cans some 67,500, 000 salmon were needed, while some 20, 000,000 more were required for the prep aration of smoked, pickled, mild-cured, and frozen salmon. Several other millions were sold In a fresh condition, and the whole product was valued at someth!"** t’ke S?5 nan.ooo. In 1900, It is estimated, the money Invested In Norwegian whaling com panies amounted to $1,032,000. By 1910 this had increased to $3,000,000, doubling that year to $6,000,000. Further Increases In 1911 brought the total Investment on January 1, 1912, up to 32,500,000 crowns t$8,710,000). Assuming the population of the United States to be 100,000,000, one man out of every 40 owes his means of livelihood and usefulness in soma de gree to Edison. Australia has nearly 100,004 acres of | untouched forests. ' 1 A STERLING NOVEL OF THE GREAT MIDDLE WEST MIDpDERS L Giabues Tofey Jackson W'“r“TJiPWOF SOBtSTMrBROTHHU $g|k, KEEPER etc. etc. CtfHiH ttU, The Bobb»>M*rriII Company. u CHAPTER VIII—(Continued). "I told her to go on, seise all the best In It. She Is a grand little girl, some way. You know I’vs lived south—I know her temperament—I know all she's had to light, too, sut at Llnd strom’s. Know and sympathise with —I don’t suppose another person In all the town could know or care!” "1 don’t Imagine.” Janet knew Wiley Curran. Somehow, If there was a homeless old soldier, or a destitute family In the county, they always came to Wiley’s attention—he was aven knowing and caring, helplessly In his penniless struggle with News. "But you, Wiley—what can you 4o for her?" "I don’t know. Only befriend her. All the town's laughing over her win ning a beauty prise. No one ever noticed her, except se was considered pretty and eccentric. The big fat heads!" he cried breathlessly. "Does any one suppose they'd see that mar velous purity In her faco—her grace, and all that odd quality of her mind and soul—’’ "Wiley?" Miss Vance sat back, her lips tightened. “Oh, i know! Scold me—say I can’t afford It! That It's aroused a lot of heartburnings and jealousies and silly rot in town, and I shouldn't be In It! But she catne to me—said she I was almost her only friend In Rome. And with all this notoriety—Aurelie, bewil dered, dumbstruck—needs protection— a- friend!" "You consider yourself a— chaperon?" “Don't laugh. I tell you she woke me up!" "IVhnf nnccHil v nntilrl o Vi n Vin tin 1 ft Willi your awakening?” "We had a long tulk. A splendid talk, Janet. I saw the hopelessness of her life if she stayed here. There's nothing for her here. And now, who can tell? Why, I'll bet Bhe gets pro posals of marriage by the dozen artists will want to paint her, mana gers will want her to go on the stage —everything is possible with her! And she left It to me, Janet—and I told her go—-seize all the good in life, anyhow, anyway—live, live!” "And you?” Janet pursued pitilessly. "Ah, well! That little girl—suffer ing so. And only I know how she is suffering! 1 told you it fired me. She grew so wide-eyed and big with it, and determined to be somebody! And I though of myself—the years I'd wasted, Janet, and I said to myself: ‘God bless you, child! If you can, 1 can!’ I don’t know how it was, but I felt my old fire again—my old ambition! That's why 1 promised you, Janet, to make this fight.” “Yes.” Janet answered slowly. "I’ll help you, Wiley.” He could not see her face. She was watching her brother bring the rig across the street But the splendor seemed to have died for her: in its stead was the old shrewd patience of the successful woman, touched now with pathos of some haunting defeat. “Yes, I’ll help you, Wiley.” she added and arose to go. f Wiley watched them drive away. At the end of tho street the gray of the autumn country began; the lonely land of hill and bottom, but over it ‘lie home fires were burning. So they thought something of him out there? Curran of the News—the heart in exile, the man without place and honor? They believed in him. the brown-armed quiet men; they had watched him fight, heard his incessant outcry against every wrong, every privilege of class whether in the ob scure countryside, or out in the great World? Ho could not tell. It had seemed as if he spoke alone, champion ing valiant but hollow theories against their complacent incredulity. He had envied, at times, the prosperous town tradesmen, professional men. the best people—they had not spent their hearts in crying out for new things—and the county had enriched them. But now out of his long and hidden ulespair of himself a great vision came; the farm home lights were beacon fires iighted for an eternal struggle, await ing the coming leaders. And his heart cried out that he would be one to answer; he understood at last what Arne meant. He heard the traps of the young men up the hill. CHAPTER IX. THE BEAUTY PRIZE. The following Sunday Rome had Its Wonder—a specially written wonder done In three colors on the front page of the Sunday supplement. There was a demand for the Chronicle at the Junc tion depot after the 1:10 train and at the postofflce neWs stand, which sold out every paper and the agents tele graphed to Burlington for more. There was none In Earlville: the two towns forgot their bickerings and gazed— many a Sunday dinner was delayed while they gabbled about Aurelle Lindstrom's picture with its three :olor border of cupids and hearts and darts and young men in evening clothes tangled in spider's webs and all the sort of thing that publishers use to embellish whatever they print about girls. As Mr. Curran of the News often re marked. ho he fingered the magazines at the postofflce news stand and opened his Sunday paper, the American people were perfectly crazy aboul girls if their art and literature went for anything. But Romo. Ia.. wasn't Young men that sunny November Sun day drove their sweethearts out the quarry road, feet on the dashboards chewing their gum. gazing at Miss Lindstrom’s picture, peering furtively at the Lindstrom house, and then drove back no wiser than before. Not <1 glimpse of the three-color beauty winner did they get. And on all the buggy rides and walking home frorr the young people’s services it wai agreed that she was preposterously overrated. And in all the comments— sarcastic, belittling, cruel—ran the note of Inquiry; what would the boot legger's girl do no? Aurelle sat in a sort of bewildermen when Knute brought the first Sunday Chronicle home. When J ohn cann back from church he saw it on tin floor and tore the offending plctun from the page. Then he ordered hei harshly to go to her room, and the glr oboyed. In the chill of the tiny chamber she sat staring at the littli silver crucifix hanging over her mir ror. Old Michigan crept in after i while, when the buzz of sillly neigh bor women grew too much for him ii .the kitchen. He sat on the edge o Aurelle's little white bed and drew he: down until her hair was tangled in hii ■baggy beard. "Done come up-river,” he whispered "to occupy the land! Reckson so Don't mind John, my little girl. He’ bard with bis religion, but he's meaiUr well. Law dona drove him to his bit terness and exile, and give him hate ’stead of love. But my girl he can’t change a hair of your head, or the pink of your pretty cheek!” And then she cried as Aurelle cried; and crept to the old whisky pedler, and all the afternoon they huddled to gether to keep warm, while Mrs. Llnd strom’s silly chatter to the neighbor women went on, and the boys sat apart In awe as if some tragedy had fallen on them. The gossip of the town went on. The next day young Butts of the Mercury-Journal drove from Earlvllle to Interview her and met a gaunt, fevertsh-eyed man who ordered him away. Ids shotgun lying handily across the rail fence. The correspondent saw two ragged, tow-headed children and a lean-hipped cow or two beyond the feriorn shanty and that was all. Be yond was the corn patch, and the other unpainted cottages of the quar rymen. and then the gray bluff with Its never-ceasing roar and dust cloud from Thad Tanner’s quarry. Some curious town people tried to call. Llndstrom gave them the same grim welcome. And all the week the town seethed with curiosity. Prim misses read the newspapers more as siduously than ever before; and the Chronicle felicitated itself and "spread” with more details of Aurelio's life—In cidental setting loose a horde of canvassers all over the state to work up subscriptions, giving away a half tone of the beauty winner with each. “What does It mean?” fulminated the Chronicle, "for this little country girl to be anounced as the most beautiful woman In the country? In the first place it means admiration, love. That is first In every woman’s heart of hearts. Hundreds of thousands of men have gazed on her picture and felt their hearts moved. Thousands have writen declaring they adored her. Sin cere honest men. some of them labor ers. some millionaires, have offered their hands to the modest young ' —. * *»v ovim Jctuiciivca wJL UiCU Bocial and financial standing, church and lodge connections and prospects. Lawyers offer her positions as ste nographer; manufacturers seek to have her demonstrate their goods; she is asked to sing, to lecture, to go on the stage. Ministers write her advise: actresses ask the secret of her beauty; mothers warn her ugainst the seduc tions of her fame. Strangers come to the little Iowa farm to gaze on the abode of beauty; the telephone bell is constantly ringing as people call up to congratulate her. She is showered with gifts, honors, invitations, emolu ments—so great a thing is it to be de clared by the Chronicle to be the most beautiful woman in the land.” As Vawter, the artist, the pimply faced youth who took that luckless picture ill his shabby studio up above the Hub Clothing store, remarked to Mr. Curran: “Oh. Gawd!" Vawter was peevish because none mentioned that he took the photograph, "Here's you and me, Wiley, stirred up all this bunk—and just think of ’em sayln’ there's a telephone down in Old Mich's shack in the bottoms—and we 4in't gettin' a cussed thing out of it! We ain’t even gotta line in the papers! Why don’t you roast ’em?" Wiley Curran smiled distantly. "Bunk!" sniffed Vawter, the artist, and went away. "I don’t believe any 1,000 millionaires want to marry Aurelle Llndstrom. Shucks, they's heaps of girls right in high school prettier'n she Is. It’s my picture that done it and what do 1 git? Fltchered, by swanny!” And when the artist came on store clerks and traveling men discussing her about the square, and the strangers asked of the beauty winner, ho growled: "Bunk! Don’t ask me!” Mowry, the undertaker, who always came into the News office to peddle gossip and read the proofs of county board meetings to see if there was not some indigent dead he could bury, was rasping his shiny serged legs before Mt* f’lirrun'o ufmrA » ml tlie town's comment. "Everybody’s sore. Folks air goln' to stop them She-cawgo papers. Wim men's club rays It's demoralizin' and the teachers say it busts up school work. Cal Rice, over to the bank, he says of all the disgustin’ things is for the Chronicle to git roped in by a French girl this way. And Dickinson, I guess he’s sore because his girl didn’t git no prize and everybody is hollerin’; and hero I ain't buried anybody for two months!” He looked across at the Widow Stager's hollyhock walk; "Hey, how s the widder?" “I understand that Dickinson is go ing to send her to Burlington for treatment,” answered Wiley. "Just so. And she’ll die in a hospital! And I been a-buyin’ my groceries at Dickinson's for seven years—ever since the widder was took! Dog-gone, Wiley —this is a sorehead town!" Old Mowry went out to denounce the grocer and the county board to every farmer along the hitching rails. He had been county coroner until the story got out that once he rished a nigger out of Broad slough, held an inquest and buried him, and put in his claim for fees. Four days after he discovered another nigger under the ice, held an inquest and buried him—with fees. Three days after, another mysterious nigger was found and buried—with fees. Then the weather unfortunately grew warm, and some one started an investigation. The nigger and the cor oner's political career spoiled simul taneously that wesk. Old Mowry had been shuffling around the court house trying to collect his fees from every succeeding esunty board, but always tho ghost of that colored citizen haunt ed him. And every monthly board meeting Father Doyle drove over from Karlyville to see if Mowry’s claim had been allowed. Mowry was the sole Catholic In Rome, but tho only time he would contribute a cent was when he had burled a Protestant in good stand ing. And one of the undertaker's grievances, always aired in the News office, was that county dead should not figure in the good priest's calculations— he couldn't collect his fees, anyhow, : out of this gol-durned board Mr. Cur , ran listened patiently. The priest was Ills good friend. So was Mowry. So , seemed all the lame ducks of the com munity—and no one else. He wondered now, in his new found ambitions, why all the representative men seemed , afraid of him; and why all the nonde scrip humanity of the town attached Itself to him. Mowry was the first to spread the news about the court house , that week that Curran was going to ■ run against Jim Hail in the congres ! slonai primaries. Mr. Curran, when i he made his usual round of the county building for the batch of items, reaped an unexpected harvest. He met Thad Tanner and his sonln , law Cal Rica, of the First National •jbaoit, (a the oorcldoe. Cal Rica's wife 1 -» owned most of the Earl villa Mercury Journal stock; and recently the Mer cury-Journal had been giving away jardineres and eight-day clocks with subscriptions in an endeavor to put the News out of business. Old Thad and Cal were talking about it now and some of the county board were with them. Thad had boasted five years ago that he would put “that damned four page rag on the dump" behind Cur ran’s shop, but still the "rag" persist ed. Somehow the county remembered the day the elder Curran was stretched senseless across the dingy desk by a copperhead mob. Old Thad wag small and screw-headed with a continually baring upper lip as he talked, and his husky voice came out of a toothless cavern of a mouth that seemed never quite able to close its grinning, yet he had a certain clear and stinging way of stating facts, a rugged "horse sense," and profane hu mor that accounted for much of his dominance in the county affairs—that and hie money and fighting qualities. And he knew men. He knew Wiley Curran. Wiley had an exasperating idea that Old Thad, by some intui tion had gauged year by year, month by month, week by week, the decay of the News that he could forecast very nearly how much longer the malcontent sheet would keep up Its barking. “Morning, Mr. Curran"; Thad turned from the hoard members as the editor mounted the court house steps. "How is our very weakly these days?" That was a never falling banter of the county boss. The farmer members were apt to smile deprecatingly; and the editor kept his temper. He wound •re,d how tii# big boiled countrymen could tolerate the boss's grin—he al ways was so sure of himself—and them. Old Thad felt good this morning —he had got his contracts for the creek ^ vf?1?*011 r°ad culvert about which the News had been pep pering the board. Only Burt Hem melnger, a pale eyed, yellow beard ea farmer, had protested and mumbled something about the News' charges that the Tanner quarries were the chief beneficiaries of the work. Boydston and Curry, the road commit tee, and Tanner men, had put through the contracts ■without comment—it was the usual program. So now the quarry doss thought he could badger the de feated News complacently. "The honorable board has just voted for the creek work, Mr. Editor! You might make a note of it. But I sup pose the News will be too filled this week with politics. We hear you're coming out against Jim Hall?” The county men were looking at Cur ran. Judge Van Hart and the district attorney, Jewett, a pot-bellied non entity, were coming from the court room. Hanner spoke purposely loud; he wanted to smoke out this joke of the editor’s aspirations. j. mu going in me primary, ' said Curran quietly. The group stopped curiously. Cal Rice, ever taking his cue from the boss, laughed. Jewett rubbed his bald head. The News was his aversion. Wiley had hounded him as a prosecutor who never began ac tion against any one except bootleg gers, drunk section hands and any sort of homeless men. Jewett was noted as a famous barbecue cook, and at Old Home Week festivals, Old Settlers’ picnics and the like, white-aproned, genial, good humored, he presided. During campaigns he gave bullhead breakfasts in the woods, where county politicians, prominent lodge members, influential farmers—any one who was any one—congregated, and through a night of rough conviviality—a vast glut of eating, drinking, songs and speeches—Jewett won his election. Church folk and wives complained of these orgies, but Jewett offered his cookery and his Jokes with equal facility to the church festivals and quieted the talk. Curran never at tended these bullhead feasts—they dis gusted the esthete's taste in him, and besides, with the unsureness of the nervous man, he did not care to face the banter of the county crowd at its wildest. Old Thad waddled nearer to tap Curran on the arm. “Young man. con gress Is a sizable pill for you ain’t it? And don’t you know there ain't any man gone to Washington in this dis trict in 20 years unless he come to see me about it?" The country politicians laughed briefly. Wiley watched them keenly. “I didn't know as the nomination was yours to give out, Mr. Tanner. And you know you can’t fool all the people all the time!” The boss closed one pursy eye, grin ning. “Young man, that’s never neces sary! ” ___ (.(jontmuea next weex.; The Rural Customers Paid. From the Richmond TImes-Dlspatch. A merchant prince died In Chicago and left $15,000,000 to his heirs, every cent of which was made In the mail order busi ness. We would not dispute the dead man's honesty or criticise him for making this fortune In a manner that is certainly legit imate. But whence did these millions come, and from whose poverty grew his wealth? The answer Is the familiar indictment of the mail order business as it has devel oped In Chicago. From men and women who were lured by attractive pictures to pay retail prices plus the heavy cost of carriage from Chicago; from people who searched the pages of catalogs and would not enter stores of their own towns, where the same goods at the same price were sold; from buyers who sent to Chi cago merely to give their purchases that distinction begotten of distance—from these came the millions that made the great mail order king. If the evil ended here we should regret the stupidity of a certain class of pur chasers and stop at that. But the fortune of the mall orders kings Is gained at the expense of progress In rural communities scattered over the continent. Here is the case: The little country merchant puts In his stock, bought of merchants In his own state. He buys the best, arvd intends to sell It honestly and at a fair profit. He waits. Ills cheaper geods are sold and his staples are pur chased. But his dress goods fade on the shelves and his farming implements rust In his stereroom. His neighbors buy of him only what they must; their larger purchases ate made from Chicago mall order houses. The merchant is forced to ■ell what his customers will purchase; those who have helped to ruin him criti cise the paucity of nis stock. The Chicago mall order business crip ples the local merchant. It limits the ■took of the stores. It builds up great fortunes and a single city, at the expense of those who would proclaim progress the country over. ^ Better Day for Farmers. From the Shepherdsville Pioneer-News Several silos were erected near Shep herdsville the past summer and fall, and so far as we can learn are giving entire satisfaction. The silo is the small farm er’s friend. He can take 15 acres of corn, convert it into ensilage and feed more stock than he could with 30 acres handled In the old way, and his stock will do much better. Everything eats ensilage, horeos, hogs, cattle, sheep—no exceptions—and it is the best feed the farmer can procure. With a vastly larger yield of corn per acre under the new manner of cultivating that important ce real. and silos and other good Improve ments on the farm, we believe a brighter and better day is dawning for the farmer. With better roads to the markets, good schools and churches, free delivery of mails at his door, means of sending 50 pounds of produce by mall and hundreds of other conveniences and blessings, the way la not so rocky as It was years ago. Granulated glass Is being tried as a | preservation of the surface of wood In [ England with much •ucceg* ! WONDERFUL GROWTH OF THE CANADIAN WEST fhe Cities of Western Canada Reflect the Growth of the Country. As on© passes through Western Canada, taking the City of Winnipeg as a starting point, and then keeping tab on the various cities and towns that line the network of railways that cover the provinces of Manitoba, Saskatchewan and Alberta, and cover ing the eyes as the gaze is bent on these it is felt that there must be “something of a country” behind It all. Then gaze any direction you like and the same view is presented. Field after field of waving grain, thousands and hundreds of thousands of them. Farm hairas and laborers are at work converting the virgin prairie with more fields. Pasture land in every di rection on which cattle are feeding, thriving and fattening on the grasses that are rich in both milk and beef properties, but it is unfortunate that more cattle are not seen. That, how ever, is correcting itself. Here we have in a large measure, the evidence of the -wealth that helps to build up the cities, and it should not be forgot ten that the cities themselves have as citizens, young men who have come from other parts, and brought with them the experience that has taught them to avoid the mistakes of eastern and southern cities. They al60 are imbued with the western spirit of en terprise, energy and push, and so Western Canada has its cities. At a banquet recently given in Chicago, a number of prominent citizens of Win nipeg were guests. Among the speak ers was Mayor Deacon of Winnipeg. In speaking of the remarkable growth of that city, which in thirty years has risen from a population of 2,000 to one of 200,000, he spoke of it as being the gateway of commerce and continued: “ Now, how great that tide of com merce is you will have some concep tion of when I tell you that the wheat alone grown in the three prairie prov inces this year is sufficient to keep a steady stream of one thousand bush els per minute continuously night and day going to the head of the lakes for three and one-half months, and in ad dition to that the oats and barley would supply this stream for another four months. i ne value or tne grain crop alone grown in the three prairie provinces would be sufficient to build any of our great transcontinental railroads and all their equipment, everything con nected with them, from ocean to ocean. “Now, if we are able to do this with only ten per cent, of our arable land under cultivation what will our possibilities be when 288,000,000 of acres of the best land that the sun shines on is brought under the plow? Do you not see the portent of a great, vigorous, populous nation living under those sunny skies north of the 49th parallel? And if with our present de velopment we are able to do as we are doing now, to purchase a million dollars’ worth of goods from you every day of the year, what will our trade be worth when we have fully develop ed the country? “Now, who shall assist us to devel op this great empire that is there? Shall it be the alien races of southern Europe or shall it be men of our own blood and language? In the last three fiscal years no less than 358,000 Amer ican farmers have come into Western Canada, bringing with them goods and cash to the value of $350,000,000. And I want to say here that no man who sets foot on our shores is more en tirely and heartily welcome than the agriculturist from the south. “So long as these conditions remain I consider that this is the best guar anty that the sword will never again be drawn in anger between the two great branches of the Anglo-Saxon race. The grain crops of Western Canada in 1913 have well upheld the reputation that country has for abun dant yields of all small grains.—Ad vertisement. Orderly Service. A Methodist parson, called to preach at an out-of-the-way town in California was informed, before entering the pul pit, that he must be careful, as many of the assembled congregation were “roughs,” and would not hesitate to pull him from the pulpit if his remarks did not suit them. The minister made no reply, but having readied the sacred desk, he took from his pocket two revolvers, and placing one on each side of the Bi ble, gave a sharp glance around the room and said: “Bet us pray.” A more orderly service was never held.—National Monthly. Stop that cough, the source of Pneumonia etc. Prompt use of Dean’a Mentholated Cough Drops gives relief—5c at Druggist*. Polite Bertha. Little Bertha was Invited out to din ner with her father and mother. Be fore she went it was firmly impressed upon her that she must not speak unless spoken to. All went smoothly for a while, but when some time elapsed, and no notice was taken of her she began to get uneasy. Finally tho hostess, seeing some thing was wrong, asked her what she would like next. ‘‘I should like to have you begin to ask me questions,” was the polite re ply.—Lippincott's. Putnam Fadeless Dyes color in cold water. Adv. Extremes meet, but they don’t al ways speak as they pass by.