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GOVERNOR OF OREGON Uses Pe-ru-na For Colds in His Family and Grip. CAPITOL BUILDING SALEM. OREGON. A Letter From the Executive Officer of Oregon. rc-ru-na is unown irom trie Atlantic to the Pacific. Letters of congratula tion audcoinmcndation testifying to the merits of Pc ru na as a catarrh remedy are pouring in from every State in the Union. I)r. Hartman is receiving hun dreds of such letters daily. All classes write these letters, from the highest to the lowest The outdoor laborer, the indoor arti san, the clerk, the editor, the statesman, the preacher—all agree that Pe-ru-nais the catarrh remedy of the age. The stage and rostrum, recognizing catarrh as their greatest enemy, are especially enthusiastic in their praise and testi mony. Any man who wishes perfect health must be entirely free from catarrh. Ca tarrh is well-nigh universal; a'most om nipresent. Pe-ru-na is the only abso lute safeguard known. A colii is the beginningof catarrh. To preventoolds. to cure colds, is to cheat catarrh out of its victims. Pe-m-na not only cures ca tarrh, but prevents, .'.very household should be supplied with this great rem edy for coughs, colds and so forth. The Governor of Oregon is an ardent admirer ot I’e-rj-ua. lie uceps it con tinually in the house. In a recent let ter to Dr. Hartman he says: The Pe-rn-nu Medicine Co . Columbus, O.i Dear Sirs—1 have had occasion to uso your l’e-ru-na medicine in my family for colds, and it proved to be an excel lent remedy. 1 have not had occasion to use it for other ailments. Yours very truly, W. M. Lord. It will be noticed that the (iovernor says he has not had occasion to use Pe ru-na for other ailments. The reason for this is, most other ailments begin with a cold. Using Pe-ru-na to promptly cure colds,he protects his family against oth er ailments. This is exactly what every other family in the United States should do. Keep I'e-ru-na in the house. Use it for coughs, colds, la grippe, and other climatic affections of winter, and thero will be no other ailments in the house. Huch families should provide themselves with a copy of I)r. Hartman's free book, entitled ‘’Winter Catarrh.” Address Dr. Hartman, Columbus. Ohio. WINCHESTER FACTORY LOADED SHOTGUN SHELLS “New Rival” “Leader" “Repeater” i }F you are looking for reliable shotgun am munition, the kind that shoots where you point your gun, buy Winchester Factory Loaded Shotgun Shells: “New Rival,” loaded with Black powder; “Leader” and “Repeater,” loaded with Smokeless. Insist upon having Winchester Factory Loaded Shells, and accept no others. ._ALL DEALERS KEEP THEM i j1 ii immii——miwiiiim ■him hiip nu>ii1 ..*.*... > FOF^ TWO G E ft E*R A TI O Jt S \ >K? MUSTANG LINIMENT I ' HAS BEEN THE FARMER’S FRIEND AND A HOUSE- < ' i HOLD NECESSITY. PAIN LEAVES WHEN MUSTANG , ’ i liniment arrives — ■■ for man or beast ' W. L. DOUGLAS *3 & $3=55 SHOES 9 W. L. 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Cm. !3t'i and IZarr.cy, Omaha. Wouldn’t Ride Behind Mules. A wedding in Winsted, Conn., was delayed for several hours because the girl refused to ride to church in a car riage drawn by mules. Finally the driver of the outfit saw a bus loaded with people bound for a cattle show and he borrowed the horses for his own rig. Don't try to do things that will live after you are dead. It's better to live before you are dead. It must be an awiul strain on the red-nosed man who tries to look in tellectual. Cure* croup. *ore tbrost, pulmonary tron ble*.—Monarch over paiu of *i.y sort. Dr.. Thomas' Eolectric Oil, Too much suavity makes one open to the suspicion of duplicity. GOOD TRACK, GOOD TRAINS, GOOD TIME. In each of tbes»- the New York Cen tral Is not surpassed, as thousands will attest. Travelers between the West and the East will And it to their advantage to use the New York Cen tral which, in point of time, equip ment, roadbed, dining car service and scenic attractions le first among the railroads of the world. Send a or.e ceut stamp to George H. Daniels, General Passenger Agent, Grand Central Station, New York, for a copy of the Illuc!rated Catalogue of the New York Central's "Four-Track 1 Series." t Originality is a new Havor given to an old-fashioned cocktail. _ THOUGHT HE WAS HONEOT Unkind Cor-'ment on Unfortu* nate Lawyer's Story. A young lawyer who had only hung out his shingle some months before came Into the office of a friend, who had already made some money and quite a reputation at the ba>\ As the elder lawyer saw the visitor enter he said inquiringly: “Well, how are you getting along? You look sort of seedy. You don’t want to get that way. No matter how much you get behind in your accounts, always put up a good bluff and dress well. A lawyer who looks seedy shows by his looks that he can’t be doing much business, and so a stranger don’t have any confidence in him.” “Glad you give me some frank ad vice,” said the young barrister. That's the reason I came around to see you. And now that you have spoken about my looking seedy, I want to tell you an experience 1 had this morning. I was buying some bananas here in Park Row-, and standing alongside of the pushcart pedlcr, when a well-dressed man came up to me. and holding out a dime said: “ ‘Here, give me a half dozen ban anas quick.’ "Now, what do you think of that?” "W’hy,” said the prosperous mem ber of the bar, “he thought you were earning an honest living. That's all.” RARE JOY FOR A FIEND. Mean Man Causes Mix-Up of Two Messenger Boys. A small messenger boy ran down Fifth avenue this morning, caroling a blithesome tune, his small heart a( peace with all the world. Some thirty feet behind him sped a second boy, likewise at peace with all creation and whistling as he trotted on. Upon the sidewalk stood a heartless man. nibbling a large apple, and appar°ntly the last person in the world to pay any attention to the doings of a mes senger. The boys passed him. and with a malevolent grin, he raised his hand. The half-eaten apple whizzed through the air. passed over the head of the rearward boy, and smote the leading lad full in the neck, and dis tributing its core, pulp and seeds over his shoulders and inside his collar. With a yell of surprise and rage the insulted youth whirled around, and the second boy ran into him. The apple-battered one let go a fierce right jolt upon the innocent lad's visage, and then they closed. For five min utes they battered each other all over the sidewalk, while two telegrams fluttered in the trampled mud, and the heartless man, holding his ribs to prevent absolute demolition, howled with glee.—New York Exchange. DIDN'T UNDERSTAND THE BELL Girls Thought Someone Inside Was “Houldin’ the String." Bridget and Norah Murphy, fresh from the mosquitoes of Ellis Island, had set out to make their “return calls" on their cousins, the McGooli gans. at service in an aristocratic part of the city. Upon arriving at the house, instead of being confronted by the usual bell knob, nothing but a stingy, mean apology of a knob in the shape of a little black button met them. Bridget got hold of the button and gave it a pull, but her fingers slipped before there was any audible ring from within. Again and again she tried with the same result, until she turned the job over to “Nonie.” Then the latter yanked and twisted without success, until both stood on the land ing gazing helplessly at each other. Then light came unto Bridget. “I’ll tell you phwat it is,” she said. “They're playin’ th’ joke on us fur greenhorns an’ th’ divils are within houldin’ th’ shtring!”—New York Tribune. Worth While. I never could abide the pesky folks who night and morn Kep' tollin' people that they wished they never had been born; This world is all a stage—I read that some'ers in a book An' as fur me, I'm glad I got a chance to have a look. The splendor of the sunshine an' the radiance of the night Make up a scene that strike* my fancy purty nearly right. An' I like to watch the heroe* standin’ in the calcium's glow. There ain't no doubt about It; it's a First Class Show. Sometimes the scene's a joyful one, an’ then agin it’s sad; Some of the folks you see are good, an* some are purty bad. I often wish that 1 could help the en terprlse along Instid o' simply sluin' out in the ad mirin' throng But even though my part in the occa sion is but small. I’ll still congratulate myself on gettin' in at all. And when at last the lights are out an' I must homeward go. There'll be no kick a-comin'. 'Twag a First Class Show. —Washington Star. Heroic Army Nurse. recent general order issued by Gen. Chaffee in the Philippines brings to public notice a heroine in the person of Army Nurse Alice Kem mer. While on leave she learned that a nurse was needed for two smallpox patients in the isolation hospital at Manila. Though she had never had the disease sie relinquished her leave and volunteered for the duty. For two months, April and May, 1902, she was shut up with those patients, liv ing in the room with one of them, an officer's wife, while, the other, an en listed man. was in an adjoining room In Intensely hot weather, without a i relief, on duty Ct.y and night, she i nnrsed them hoft hack to and with them was finally discharged from I the hospital. j • ►-. 4»4-i> SIESTA. Tremulous trills and quavers And broken melodies float Across the llelds and the meadows from the bobolink'* mellow throat. Poplars all s-flutter When the westering wind goes by, < ► And the music of murmuring waters ,, • • Answers the wind's faint sigh. .. Black-eyed susans nodding Over the grasses tali, Hill aflame with gc.’den rod Beyond the old stone wall. Wings a flash In the sunlight. And Insects’ droway note. And over all, in a golden haze, August’s red sun afloat. 4-*—-444-4 Teena's Futile QuEst. BY LOUISE J. STEPHENS. (Copyright. 1902, by Dally Story Pub. Co.) When our friends learned that Jack had accepted the position of station agent in a comparatively new Dakota town they were all duly horrified and received the news with many expostu lations. ‘‘You will die of loneliness and homesickness”; "You never can endure life there without a soul of your kind to speak to”; “What! bury yourself and your beautiful voice in a contemptible little western village!” But I had Jack and we had not been married so long but that we felt we were more to each other than all the world besides. Jack already knows pretty nearly every one in the county, it seems, for the railway company's elevator, of which he has charge, makes this quite a market for grain. Ho is such a sympathetic, generous fellow, so kind hearted naturally, that he always ex tends what help he can to every per son he sees in trouble, and so brings to us many odd, interesting and some times amusing, often pathetic experi ences. One day after the regular train had passed Jack came over to the house with a very sober lace: "I've a case out there for you, Dolly; a young Swedish girl who can speak scarcely a word of English. She showed me a card with Ole Larson, Fargo, N. D., written on it, and say ing vehemently, ‘Him—no dar,” turned the other aide on which some one had written the name of our sta tion. So I suppose the man she is looking for has come here or here abouts from Fargo sometime or other, but there's no one of that name here now. What Ehall we do with her?” "Bring her here,” 1 replied prompt ly, "until we can find Ole, Good T»frs. Peterson will act a3 interpreter and we can soon nuke her comfortable.” So he called at her door and asked Mrs. Patterson to come In, and then brought the girl over. She was a scared-looking Lut rather pretty Swedish girl of pcrliap3 twenty years dressed In the odd fashion of all the newcomers from her land, with a ker chief instead of a bonnet tied under her chin, soiled and travel stained, and as is the custom of emigrants, with all her worldly belongings done up in a package by means of a square cloth tied together by the four cor ners. She dropped me a most hum ble little courtesy, and when Mrs. Pe terson spoke to her in her own tongue she turned to her with such pleasure in her face that I knew her answer was but a Swedish exclamation of Joy. After some minutes' conversa tion, Mrs. Peterson explained: “Her name Christine Olson, most call Teena: she come from Gottenborg; she vas marry Ole Larson, but he come avay to Ameriky an’ she stay vit her granmooder, who has no od der but Teena. Her granmooder die las’ vinter, den she tink she come Ameriky an’ fin’ Ole Larson, den dey vill marry. He write by Fargo, an' go dar, hut postmaister say Ole Lar son come by dis blace; den she come. But dar is no Ole Larson in dis blace, I know, an’ iff he bas3 not gone by some odder blace, den he vork by some farms.” Further inquiry drew out the fact that the girl had not heard from her “Teena. lover for nearly a yeor. and that he did not, of course, know that she had come over. “She hass plenty money,” Inter preted Mrs. Peterson: ”mos' hoonder dollar by her granmooder." We then and there decide that Teena shall stay with us while wo try to locate her Ole. And after much explanation and more persuasion from Mrs. Peterson, Teena consents to take her "hoonder dollar" from out of the leg of her stocking and deposit It in the village bank, whither she is at once escorted by Jack, accompanied also by Mrs. Peterson Teena proves n jewel about the house and can soon "spik Englls’” quite intelligibly. "No—no pay!” she declares when I wunt to pay her for doing my work. "I no vorit," she pays scornfully, "disnovork!” spread ing out her hands to Indicate my small domain. "I eat an’ sleep—you gif me—I no pay, den I vork leetle— no pay me!” and she shakes her head vigorously. And so she stays on, ap parently content, though her large blue eyes grow larger and more pa thetic, and she cats little and 1 fear sleeps less. Meantime Jack makes every in quiry for Ole Larson, but learns noth ing of him. This Is her description of him to Jack: "He big, like”—hesi tating for the pronoun—"like Jack,” she says finally, to our great amuse ment; “hair so.” Indicating curls, “an’ so like,” pointing to my own dark locks to indicate color; "eyes like Jack; good look; dwenty-fower “Ole!” screamed Teena. year.” So Jack keeps in mind a well built, good-looking young Swede with dark curly hair and blue eyes. But the summer passed by and it was not until after the wheat harvest and threshing were over that he came in one day, somewhat excitedly, and said to me, “Dolly, I've found Ole! He lives with a farmer named Swen son some twenty miles from here, and he’s at the elevator now with a load of grain; I spotted him before I spoke to him. I'm going to tell him there's a girl here from Gottenborg and bring him in to talk with her.” We both thought it would be a most delightful surprise to them, and the best way to bring them together. Their meeting brought tears ta our eyes. Jack led the way to the kitchen door and stepped in with the young man following. I saw them from the dining room door. "Ole!” screamed Teena, turning red, then white, and almost falling into his arms, and I noticed that his face was whiter than hers, as he exclaimed, "O Teena!” and seemed to stagger backward. Then we closed the door and went out. But a few moments later there was a cry of alarm from the young man and we rushed back and found him supporting Teena, who had fainted. In the excitement of caring for her no questions were asked. We supposed her emotions upon meeting her lover so unexpectedly had simply overcome her. But the moment she revived sufficiently to open her eyes she said to me faintly, “Ole—he marry,” and the tears rolled down her cheeks. Jack, too, heard, and we turned to the young man in shocked surprise. somenow, sucn a possiuimy naa nev er occurred to us, no more than to Teena. Larson's eyes loo were wet, and he was trembling with agitation. "I loaf Teena.” he said to us earnest ly, “but ven I write I send money to come to marry me, she write back no, she no leave her granmooder. So I t’ink she vill marry some odder boy in Sveden, an’ I feel bad. an’ I write no more. I go from Fargo right avay. I live by Mr. Svanson more den von year, an' two, tree men's ago I marry hees girl, hecs daughter. She nice, goot girl—but I feci i:o bad for Teena —I loaf Teena many years.” And he does not try to hide the tears that 1111 his eyes. In ail my life nothing I have known or heard or read has seemed to me so intensely, dramatically, despairingly sad. I stroke and kiss poor Teena's bowed head, which she has pillowed on her arms on the table, and dear, softhearted Jack gives Larson his hand in mute sympathy. The young man says something in Swedish to Teena. who shakes her head without looking up. and throws out her hand as though to bid him go. “O Teena,” he pleads, but she again shakes her head, and he says to us: “She no spike to me —1 go.” We at last persuade her to be helped to bed, and saying, “I tank you,” so pathetically, she turns her face to the wall. I go to her room several times during the night, but she lies motionless and unheeding, though I am sure she is not asleep. She comes down and prepares the breakfast as usual the next morning, and performs her accustomed duties many days thereafter, but 1 can see that her strength is gradually going, and at last there comes a morning when she does not come down stairs. Then the end is not far away. "Would you like to see Ole again. 1 ask, but she shakes her head. "He no mine— he marry,” she says, and the tears flow. Larson comes often to aHk Jack about her, but does not ask to see her, and when I tell her she makes no comment. When lie learns that the end ts i*ear he asks Jack to let him know, and says, “I come den. ’ And one sad day poor Teena’s brok en heart is forever stilled, and as she lies in the dainty last bed in which we have tenderly placed her, Larson comc3 in to look upon her fair, peace ful face, and we leave him alone with the dead. When he comes out of the room I notice how pale and sad he has grown since we first saw him, and give him my hand in sympathy; he holds it a moment, too, much moved to speak for a time, then says, "My wife—she not know—I bass not tell her—she goot girl—she will be much sorry—i Kot tell her—she not know." And I understand that he has not told his wife because lie does not wish to trouble her, and my heart goes out to the poor fellow. He does not come to the simple funeral ser vice, for "my wife she not know,” and we respect him the more because ho stays away. And so we lay poor Teena in her last resting place, and feel that upon the simple stone with which vve mark the spot might truthfully be en graved the words, “Died of a broken heart.” WHERE GO THE BIBLES? More Copies Are Sold Annually Than of Any Other Book. Along with all this talk about the modern lack of familiarity with the Bible and all the deploring of the al loged fact by scholars and preachers and editors, and with the constant evi dences which are met that the allega tion has a substantial basis, there comes the assertion that more copies of the Bible are sold annually than of any other book that is printed. What becomes of all of them? Fre quenters of second-hand book stores know that few Bibes are to be found on their shelves, and what do appear are chiefly of curious old copies, most of which arc held at a good price. It is hardly profitable to buy Bibles for use for wrapping waper, and It is not probable that the enemies of the book are purchasing copies for the sake of suppressing them. Yet in spite of all the Bibles that are sold and paid for, it is scarcely possible to find a person except the few professional students of the book, who know much about what there is in it. The suspicion must bo that most of these buyers procure it because they think it is a sort of amulet for the protection of the house.—New Bedford Standard. * Oriental Finance. ' Korea reeks with corruption,” said the bishop of north Queensland re cently on his return from a visit to Korea. “I will give you an illustra tion. Some time ago a commercial traveller—who probaby had somethin* to gain by the proposal—showed the king or emperor that the intrinsic value of the nickel 5-cent coin In cir culation was only half Its face value. He suggested that the king might es tablish a mint and turn out these coins at a great personal profit. The idea was at once put into execution and the market flooded with a debased coin. Naturally, there was very soon a partial paralysis of trade. The for eign merchants refused to take the new coin; but the native trader had no remedy, except in raising prices. The king—or emperor, as he now calls himself—had some ready money, but all classes of his people suffered im mense losses. The yen, for instance, fell to half its regular value. Event ually, however, after about twelve months' operation, the mint ceased to turn out these nickel coins.” A Modest Philanthropist. John M. Glenn, Ron of a rich philan thropist. and his bride, the daughter of J. Wilcox Brown, president of the Maryland Trust company, have re turned from a honeymoon in Europe t» take up their abode in Baltimore, not in the fashionable section but in the heart of the tenement district. "We decided to move down here in order to bo in closer touch with the people with whom we wish to work,” Mr. Glenn explains. “Many of them we have known for a long time and are very much attached to them. There is nothing in the rumor of our going in for social settlement wortt or of attempting any sort of organiza tion. We will just try to do what we can in a modest way.” Travel in Tripoli. The dangers of travel In Tripoli are thus described by United States Consul General Skinner of Marseilles: "There is always more or less risk in volved in traveling. Mr. Dodson was accompanied by two Zeptias, sent by the governor-general, his own assl3t ant, a head Arab and five others. They narrowly escaped being am bushed by a wanderihg tribe. This danger Is more remote at Gyrene, as the authority of the government Is acknowledged along the coast. How ever, it is always well to be provided with good, light sporting rilles.” I Crave No Crown. I crave no crown or proud estate, No ermine robes my form to grace— But 1 would touch Gove's sceptre to The blush that lights thy dimpled fa-e And we would set Gove's tinseled throne' Delight and Constancy between, Ami rule for happiness alone, \V eri; I jour king and j*ou iny queen. No fawning sycophants should kneel To rob me o' thy lightest smile N£jr:,.l!.or. ln our oourt should plot The blighting of the afterwhile Hut you and 1 would hold Gove's sway And sweetest songs of summer sing. And pluck life's blossoms by the wuy \N ere you my queen and I your kJiig.