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LOUIS KANSAS CITY COUNTRY PUBLISHERS CO- Physicians Recommend Castoria IIASTORIA has met with pronounced favor on the part of physicians, pharma- ceutical societies and medical authorities. It is used by physicians with results most gratifying. The extended use of Castoria is unquestionably the result of three facts: First The indisputable evidence that it is harmless: Second That it not only allays stomach pains and quiets the nerves, but assimi lates the food: Third It is an agreeable and perfect substitute for Castor OiL It is absolutely safe. It does not contain any Opium, Morphine, or other narcotic and does not stupefy. It is unlike Soothing Syrups, Bateman's Drops, Godfrey's Cordial, etc. This is a good deal for a Medical Journal to say.- Our duty, how ever, is to expose danger and record the means of advancing health. The day for poisoning innocent children through greed or ignorance ought to end. To our knowledge, Castoria is a remedy which produces composure and health, by regulating the system not by stupefying it and our readers are entitled to the information. Hall's Journal of Health. ANfetfetable PreparalionforAs simflaitng the Food atulKcuia ting the Stomachs and Dowels of Promotes Digestion .Cheerful -nessandHesl.Contfiins neither Optum.Morpbine nor Mineral. Not Nahcotic. M SmJ- A perfect Rrmedy for Constipa tion. Sour Stomach. Diarrhoea Worms jConvulsions . Fevcri sh ims and Loss of Sleep. Fac Simile Sigrtalureof NEW YORK. W. C. Arnrtt, of Hlmwn, Cal., I try Ins to cur hlmwir of gout by fuming. Tor thlrty-on dy he took no nour lahmrnt but that fot from iimoklna; a pip, and reduced hl weight from 2M to 21 pounds. H ha now addt an taiig to hl dally dli-t. Tha Amfrlpan Sunday H hool union porta that t.4W Sunday hmil ww rranlavd under It aupit In n yUcMi laat year, and that thit (n huolt with nearly W.cw acnoiara ann iMchtra present tba Drat Sunday. ixact copy or wntmn. w... ii.. 4. , ..... llu U t.n.4 I waruulr acM ka.kl M u Trit U mi ii, p.t4ulm to MUM bMN ,hmi ta, Imm, aw wri u rilawnjIH. OalM Ml V pr tore; ftM ud k BiuniaMBt krt ur Pn Tsi.u i;t bo tsi. maim, arm kum yo ywu CHICAGO NEW YORK OMAHA, Vol. 5 -No. 9 -1902 Wl .4sasMMV . The Kind Yon Have Always Bought, and which has beca in use for over 30 years, has borne the signature of and has Z- sonal supervision since Its Infancy 4ACu& Allow no one to deceive yon In tbl. . All Counterfeits, Imitations "and "Just-as-good" are but Experiments that trifle with and endanger the health of TnfnntM and Children Experience against Experiment What is CASTORIA Castoria Is a harmless substitute for Cantor Oil, Pare goric, Drops and Soothing Syrups. It is Pleasant. .16 contains neither Opium, Morphine nor other Karcotio substance. Its age is its guarantee. It destroys Wonrs and allays FeveriKhncss. It cures Diarrhoea and Wind. Colic It relieves Teething Troubles, cures Constipation and Flatulency. It assimilates the Food, regulates tho Stomach and Dowels, giving healthy and natural sleep. The Children's Panacca-l'Ue Mother's Friend. GENUINE CASTORIA ALWAY0 si Bean the The Kind You Have Always Bought In Use For Over 30 Years. Tmi jTmh HMHin, n armiT, mwm au an. The northcrmodt church on thlft con tln"tit l the church lit Nome Alankii, on the edK of Ihe Arctic circle, built and id for by the people of that min ing; town. A dcflrlt of ll'W when the church dedicated va cannelled at ince by a ttoman Catholic and another man who had been n palaan keeper. The American Hoard of Foreign Ml ilona find India one of Ihe largent and mOt ac enlble field In the world. It haa a population of over 211.000,000 who are acceanlble to the Christian teacher. 11 The preliminary proclamation of emancipation was Issued by President Lincoln S pt. 22, 1S62. On Jan. Ixt, 1163, tlie final prolamation was given to the public, declaring that all per sons held In slavery by men In arm against the United States were free. The total number of slaves released from bondage at this time wa J.063. 392; the Thlrteente Amendment to the Constitution followed soon afterward, releasing 831.780 more. Pain relieved, sickness prevented, by the timely use of Wizard Oil. Keep It always in the house. The American loss in capturing the oily of Monterey, Mexico, during the Mexican war, waa twelve officers and 108 men killed; thirty-one officers and 337 men wounded. Tre loss or the en emy Is supposed to have been greater. The town and works of Monterey were armed with forty-two pieces of cannon well supplied with ammunition, and manned with a force of at least seven thousand troops of the line, and from two to three thousand Irregulars. A manuscript bible, richly Illumin ated, of about the year U10. has been sold In London for 1,200 guineas. Deafnsss Cannot Be Curod. by local applications as they cannot reach the diseased portion of ,the ear. There Is only one way to cure deafness, and that Is by constitutional remedies. Deafness is caused by an inflamed con dition of the mucous lining of the Kustachlan tube. When this tube is Inflamed you have a rumbling sound or Imperfect hearing, and when it Is entirely closed, Deafness is the result, and unless the Inflammation can be taken out and this tube restored to its normal condition, hearing will be de stroyed forever; nine cases out of ten are caused by Catarrh, which Is noth ing but an inflamed condition of the mucous surfaces. We will give One Hundred Dollars for any case of Deafness (caused by Catarrh) that cannot be cured by Hall's Catarrh Cure. Hend for circulars, free. K. J. CHENEY & CO., Toledo, O. Sold by Druggists, 7'"ic. Hall's Family Pills are the best. been made under his per- Signature of Mre. Harriett Preacolt Spofford, the writer, ha among her cholcent relic a lock of hair from the head of Hyron and one from that of the lll-fafd Hhelley. At one time they belonged to lylicli Hunt, and through ottll another poet they emtio Into her pone.Mon. ()t all the mlHHlonary aocletlen, the American H;ipllft Mldflnnnry union allll HtandH at the head of the number of church membcru, 112,ll, the Meth odlxlK of the northern state coming next with 95,240. mm nl When Her parents handicapped her at the very baptismal font, for the name be stowed upon her, Mehitable Hopkins, was enough to make a spinster of the loveliest girl ever lorn. When she left school they bore her off to Europe, where, while her five years of travel gave her excellent knowledge of men In the compwlt0, man as an Individual was entirely unknown to her.- Then followed her father's death and her mother's long years of Illness, when all the daughter's thoughts and energies were concentrated on the sick room. Finally, to complete the bands which aH--her itfe-had been forged, to keep her . in single blessedness, she found herself at thirty-five with a very com fortable fortune and not a sign of a near relative with whom to share it. 80 that she hadn't that questionable excuse for becoming married for the sake of a home. If Mehitable had been a poor girl she might have proved a genius, for she could paint so cleverly as to make her rivals decidedly uneasy. But now that she found herself a lonely woman, with cruelly plain silver lines over her temples, and no longer any trace of the old-time dimples where the sharp knuckles now showed, her only re source was her palette. One thing she stoutly refused to do, however, and that was to make a workshop of the old family home. She at last hit upon the tiny brown cottage in the next square, where all the surrounding, towering residences looked in heartless disdain on the tumble-down frame house which the owner, a weak-voiced little old man, had clung to desperately in spite of all his fashionable neigh bors' scorn and the tempting offers of frantic real estate dealers. The old man had been found dead one morning that summer with the rising sun's rays trying to warm his thin, white cheeks. Then all the residents on the square sighed in a relieved way, and the shrewd real estate men began to hunt up the heirs with new proposals for the valuable bit of ground, when lo, and behold! It was discovered that the poor, dead owner's will waa being contested by a prodigal son, and there fore the house would have to remain where It was until the question was settled. Again the fashionable square squirmed and fluttered, for It was ev ident that no one would want to oc cupy the innocent cause of all this trouble, while there was the terrible possibility that some sacrilegious laun dress might rent the little brown house and mar the whole landscape with her outrageous signs and H, long lines of flaunting shameless sheets and petti coats. At this point of suspended hostilities Miss Hopkins conceived the brilliant Idea of transforming the disputed property Into a temporary studio, to be used until the long legal quibble should end. Whereat the entire neigh borhood was enthusiastically grateful. At last it was finished, and its tem porary owner held a reception to the residents of the whole square. They came, one and all, and went away fairly delighted at the result. The low walls had been done in an unbroken gray green, and the floors laid soft and smooth with something a shade dark er. The poor, buttered woodwork now shone a dark rich red, while the tiny window panes, formerly so pitifully cheap looking, were now voted quaint to a di gree. The chintz-covered couch es were tanlilizingly inviting, and the simple draperies added wonderfully to the artistic whole. And throughout It all there had not been one thing to mar any of the old house's original charm beyond the necessary nails and braces to steady th f...r.r little wreck. For the tirst time in her life Miss Hetty had time to really be happy, and the big family house up on Ihe corner rarely knew her except vhcn she crept back there at dusk to her solitary state dinner, and the undis turbed night's rest In the big, quiet chamber on the second floor. Can vasses seemed fairly to fly from be neath her tireless lingers, and prclty soon everybody came to recognize her works because of the Inevitable old man, with a thin, pule face, who ul ways stood out aualnst the background of the old, slanting brown house. When she one day showed the last tilings she had done the whole Square tip toed, wet-eyed, out Into the street, again, with many a penitent promise never again to speak 111 of the battered Illtle house and Its el si while owner. For Miss Hetty's masterpiece pictiued the dead, quiei lui-e, theie in the early sun, with the shadows of the morning glory vines across his high, lined fore head, and with one huge, rosy blossom trailing In at the open casement as though trying to lend some of Its beautiful warmth to the wasted, pa tient cheek beyond. "Now that 1 have so many. I think 1 shall try to s!l them, for the orphan asylum on th next street is In sad need of money, I hear, litit I think I'll not paint him any more," she added, softly, "for he's dead now, you know." And poor, fond, foolish little Miss Hetty sobbed quietly as she laid her trembling hntid tendeily on the be loved canvas. It was the same evening that Mrs. Wllmarth brought her brother, MMjor I)oanP, to see the little collection. Mrs. Wllmarth lived Just across the street from the big Hopkins house, and Miss Hetty had always found a good deal of comfort In the bright, busy young matron. She hhd heard of the Major's Intended visit with no little Interest, for she remembered him as a tall, handsome boy with a hint of a small brown mustache and a pair of bonny brown eyes. He had kissed her, then a whlte-f rocked little maid of 10, as he went off to don hl first gray THE STORY ETTE Loved. ! Mehitable coat at West Point. Borne way the tiny, wide-eyed girl never quite forgot the beautiful manly boy, although the had never seen him since, as their schools and travels had contrived to keep them apart. But she remembered very well that when she was a sweet girl graduate she 'was confiding in maiden Bhyness to her dearest friend her Ideal husband, when that friend laughed geyly and cried: "Why, how funny, you've ten de scribing young Captain Doane, who was here visiting his sister, Mrs. Wil marth, only last week." Poor Hetty blushed aa red as though she had been really guilty, and now that the famous, dignified Major Doane had actually come to see her, tiny Miss Hetty grew pink to the tips of her little ears, until Mrs. Wiknarth found herself wondering If It could be possible that Miss Hopkins were really pretty after all. While the clear-eyed matron watched the de lighted hostess and her big, handsome brother, and they quite forgot her over their teacups and the famous pictures, a sudden new light came into her eyes, and the match-making spirit Inherent in every happily married woman quietly began Its dexterous work. Things went on famously. It was the Major who advised that the col lection of paintings be kept for a time and exhibited one day in the week for the benefit of the orphans. When Miss Hetty shrinklngly demurred he pointed out that the children would be the gainers in the end, so she relented. That winter found the whole neigh borhood in the throes of an extrava gant social whirl, for there was an un usual number of pink-and-white de butantes, with the still more unusual accomplishment of handsome, eligible men. Before she knew it Miss Hopkins found herself in the very midst of the mad jollity, even laying aside her all black gowns for those with hints of violet about the throat and waists. No tea was quite perfect without the dear little artist's presence; no girl felt quite satisfied if she had not had a chat with Miss Hopkins between the dances, and even the broad-shouldered fresh-voiced boys liked to creep into the softly-shaded little studio, to ac company its owner home at dusk. Her Monday afternoons grew famous, and the orphans on the corner had enough new shoes and quilts and real pud dings for Sunday dinners to make them everlastingly grateful to the happy hearts in the tiny brown house on the next street. Miss Hopkins always had the pret tiest girls in the town pour on these occasions, and generally someone with a really good voice or an unusually skillful touch of the violin could be found to make music. Then, too, the pictures themselves could bear re peated visits for the poor, sweet old man grew very dear to them all now that he was not there In the flesh to trouble them. Furthermore, it was al most as good as going to confession to creep up stilly and gently before the last of them all, where Miss Hopkins always kept a bunch of fresh violets standing beneath the sweet little can vas with its live morning glories and Its sleeping man. And the best thing of it all to little Miss Tetty was the Major, a tail, courtly major, who was so attentive to her and seemed to enjoy being with her more than any man In all her life had done. When a woman waits until she is thirty-six before she loves, the result Is going to be terrible in ils intensity. Mrs. Wllmarth saw it and trembled, excepting for the fact that her brother seemed to see no one else but Miss Hetty, ex",opt. of course, the girls all that Season's buds, who knocked about the Major because he was so different from ordinary m"ii. Miss Hetty knew it and held her breath. The boys and girls saw it and smiled gleefully. In fact, everybody seemed to recognize It except the man himself, who went blindly on, heaping fioor, fluttering Miss Hitty with com pliments, and making open love to all the young girls who gave him his tea and sat in openeyed ndmiratlmx as he related his thrilling stories of army life on the Western plains. Cut at last even the Major knew it, am! his great, maiilv heart fell like lead. it was one biiisteiinx t-eliing late In the winter, and that mighty military man was tramping valiently along thi' street on his way to Mrs. Wtlmai th's. Hut as he passed the little brown cottage he noticed the llgl.t within, and turning up th- un even board walk, he rang the old fashioned bell bravely for the puzzled Major had all at once made a mighty resolve, and when he once decided to do a thing he never retreated, whether It was to take an enemy's camp or to brave a woman. Strange to say, he found Miss Hetty alone there In the warm, rosy little room, with Its queer, old china, glis tening sliver, odd pictures and russet bound books. The tiny Illtle hostess saw the determination In her caller's face, ami sank Into her deep chair, knitting her thin, beautifully kept fingers together In desperate hope and fear. The Major refused the proffered tea almost gixiflly, thrust his hands into his pockets, tried another chair, and finally strode across to the tiny bow window, and, with his buck bravely turned toward her he began: "My dear friend, Ier I want to ask you something tonight I feel that we have known each other well enough for me not to he afraid now. My dar Mlss Miss Hetty," and he wheele.i about, facing her so abruptly that shr almost gawped, "tell me honestly, a though you were speaking for yourself tell me, am 1 too old to marry?" for months, but when It came she felt the little brown house rook cruelly. Tin open fire, against which her great, handsome Major was outlined like a magnificent rock of refuge, swam be fore her, and her own voice seemed miles away when she finally fouad courage to answer: "We love with our hearts, Major, and our hearts never grow old." She saw the fine, strong face beam and he came to her, very close it seemed to her, although she could not have put out her hand and touched: him, and the soft lamplight fell on uia beautiful silver hair like a holy bene diction. Immediately hec thoughts went back to that far-off day of long ago, when this same hair was heavy and brown and he had kissed her. Then his voice recalled her to the preenranashe heard him says "You can never know how glad you have made me by saying that, for there is no woman In the world whose opinion I value more. Still In all my doubt this winter I have often feared that it would be wrong for me to take unto me a wife. I have maybe only a few years yet to live," he added, look ing at her appealingly. And again she answered softly: "Va may hope that your years may be many. Besides even now the few yours w ill very dear to to your wife." He was standing back of her chair now, with one hand so near that she felt its touch on her hair. "Do you think," he pleaded almost In a whisper, "that she loves me?" "Do you love her?" came the reply, with a touch of coquetry never absent from the feminine heart. "Better that all else in the world," came the brave rejoinder; "better, I sometimes think, than the world to come." "Then," and she closed her eyes to hide the happiness in them, "then I may confess that she loves you, better, far better than she ever before thought it possible for anyone to love." The Major sprang from his place be hind her, and, seizing he hands, cried joyfully: "Oh, my dear Miss Hetty, how do you know? Has she told you? When? Tell me just what she said, so that I may be the happiest, proudest man on earth." All the light burned out of Miss Hetty's face; leaving only the ashes of hopeless despair. Then she asked: "She? ,Who?" "Why, Kittle Harper, of course. You surely know that I meant her?" Klttie Harper the gayest little black eyed debutante that had danced that season an the foremost of the flatter ing coquettes that had practiced their budding blandishments on the gallant old Major. "Yes, of course, I knew, but you see I wanted to make you confess," she replied at last, with a laugh that would have weakened any more sane man. Then she went frantically on in reply to the unsuspicious man's eager questions. "No, she never really told me but but I know when a woman loves." All this time the elated Major was putting on his coat and gloves, and at last he asked, with a return of his old time courtliness: "I want to thank you Miss Hetty, for you have done me the greatest favor woman ever did man. It is old fashioned now, I know, but both of us are old enough to remember, are we not, when a gentleman showed his re spect and homage to a lady by kissing her hand?" yVithout a word she extended her poor, trembling little hand and he laid his lips reverently to her cold fingers. Hut she could keep it no longer, andi the startled Major heard first a stifled sigh, then a moan, and at last a great cruel sob rose to her pale, quivering lips, and Miss Hetty had betrayed her self. Major Doane staggered back and his face grew terribly white. "I beg your forgiveness a thousand times, madam," he said at last in a strange, low coice. "I never dreamed until this lnstan " But Miss Hetty sat bolt upright in her high-backed chair, clutching the carved lion heads on its arms, and raised to him her poor, hurt eyes, w ild with desperate appeal. "Will you please go. Major Doane? And as for dreaming, you are mista ken; for there is nothing to dream." Then she rose from her deep chair, still holding the lion's heads till her nulls bit into the hard polish and said: "And please tell Kitty that Miss Hetty sends her her blessing." He closed the door behind him a 4 gently as though there were someone dead In the little brown cottage. The fire on the shallow grate had (lied lo a low, even glow when Miss Hetty finally stirred from the high- becked chair and took from Its place the dear little painting of the dead owner of the house which now shel tered her. Propping it up on the low table In front of her, she set the vloleu beneath, and then knelt down before It, bending her tired little head to her quivering hands. The last umber oil the fire turned black, the light in the rosy-shaded lamp burned lower and lower, and finally flickered out. The servants up at the big house felt, no lpprehenslon at the non-appearance of Its mistress, is she had told them sh would spend the night with u friend luither clown the block. The hour crept on, Ihe storm racked the little brown cottage, and dawn revealed the eroojeed old steps drifted high with now. They found her that morning, with ihe dim light falling Icily on her tiny iray face. Jti't above was the canvas) tilth the other dead eyes and lips, but there was no gleam like the morning; glories In the sweet, pathetic, rratrnnt ....Hha.. i.t (tin llril.'td rill tt-hlili MiM Bhe had been hoping for It Hllirilll' rr ... Till! "Kent woman's weary cheek rested.- ' Chicago N ws. V if.,' At U"-. Kl; U.Jy 1" ?'"'