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Rev. IT. Stubenvoll, of Elkhorn, Wis., is pastor of the Evangelical Lutheran
fit. John's Church of that place. Rev. Stubenvoll is the possessor of two bibles
presented to him by Emperor William of Germany. Upon the llv leaf of one of
the bibles the Emperor has written in his ow n handwriting a text.
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would save many from death every year. ”•■■//. STUBENVOLL.
Thousands of people have catarrh who
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EYE TO SAVING.
“John," said the retired lawyer to
his coachman, "aren’t the horses try
ing to run away?” “They be. sir!”
“Then drive into something cheap.”
NO JOKE.
“This." explained the superintendent
of the hospital for infants, "is the
colic ward.”
“Ah," mused the visitor. "Cramped
quarters, eh.”
“Out of sight out of mind” does not
apply to the detective or tho tax in
quisitor.
The Indian takes his dog to heaven;
the Paleface sends his brother to hell.
Sensible Houseveepers
will have Defiance Starch, not alone
because they get one-third more for
the same money, but also because of
superior quality.
Before the Paleface came there was
no poison in the Indian's corn.
Dealers say that as soon *z a custo
mer tries Defiance Starch it is im
rosjiblo to sell them any other cold
water starch. It can be used cold ot
boiled.
If the Indian could lie like the Pale
face he would rule the earth.
FOIBLES OF GREAT MEN.
Nearly All Had Superstitions of Soma
Sort or Other.
Nearly all great men have had su
perstitions of some sort or other. Na
poleon with his star, Bismarck with
his Great Dane, Franklin with his
lucky stone—In this manner the list
might be continued on down to to-day.
Dr. John’s superstition was the
touching , of all the iron posts he
passed on the streets. He believed
that to fail to touch a single post
would give him bad luck, and. on dis
covering such a failure, he would turn
back, no matter what his hurry, and
make good his omission.
Napoleon believed that a certain red
and fiery star governed his destiny.
When his star was brilliant and large
Napoleon pushed forward his enter
prises resolutely, confident of success.
When it waned and paled Napoleon de
spaired.
Gen. Grant was pursued all his life
by dreams of crockery. These dreams
brought him good luck. In his letters
to his wife they are mentioned fre
quently.
Benjamin Franklin carried a round,
white stone. He would undertake no
important business if this object was
not in his pocket. He believed as im
plicitly in its occult power as the
heathen believes in the wood and
stone to which, in his blindness, he
bows dowrn.
The poet Tennyson had great re
spect for the power of the number
tnirteen. He blamed the failure of his
last poetical drama to the fact that,
on the night of its p-esentation, he
made one. for the first time in his life,
of a party of thirteen at dinner.
THE PERFIDY OF MAN.
Husbands Still Refuse to Smoke
Young Wives’ Cigars.
“My husband is just too mean for
anything.”
There were tears In the eyes of the
young wife as she said the words,
but as it was into her mother's con
fiding ears she poured her tale of woe,
her grief was hidden from the world
at large.
“He—ho"—this was not laughter,
hut sobs—“used to be cheated dread
ful when he bought his cigars, pay
ing $5 and $0 a box for them, and
here, when 1 saw some lovely large I
ones at I.acy’s for $1.19 a box, with a 1
picture of a beautiful Spanish girl in
the loveliest rnantiila, on the lid, I
bought ten boxes for him as a Christ
mas present, and he—ho”— here she
sobbed again—“told me after looking
them over coldly that he was going to
swear off smoking New Year's!”
“Never mind, dear," said the moth
er, soothingly, “it is just like a man.
I bought cigars, oh, a real bargain, for
yc.ur father once, and he told me the
same story. After I had given them
to the washerwoman’s husband he
I started to smoke again, too!"
But just then a woman passed the
window wearing a handsome fur coat,
and in debating as to whether it was
a genuine Persian lamb or a $19.19
imitation their mutual misery over!
male perversity was forgotten.—New
York Times.
FIRST GIRL IN 140 YEARS.
St. Louis Family Breaks a Record
That Is Probably Unique.
The visit of a stork at the house
of Mr. and Mrs. Arthur W. Becker of
St. Louis recently, bearing a precious
mite of a baby girl, proved the big-,
gest event that has happened in the j
Becker family for seven score years. |
But one other girl was born to the j
Becker ancestry in the history of the i
family tree, and even that birth,!
which is supposed to have occurred j
140 years ago, is only mentioned in
the family genealogy as the first lady
of her race and died shortly after
birth. The advent of little Miss Beck
er has given hope to all members of1
the Becker family, who have long
since despaired of having female is
sue. The lather is the son of J. P
Becker, who had four sons as the
fruit of his marriage, all of whom are
living.
Won Him His Liberty.
Congressman Ruppert of New York
tells of a constituent of his who is
never known to work. He is a most
accomplished and dignified "panhan
dler,” and for many years has man
aged to wheedle a fairly comfortable
livelihood out of his good-natured and
less impecunious acquaintances. Not
long ago he allowed Bacchus to get
the better of him one evening, the re
sult being his arrest. Next morning
the judge asked him his occupation.
“Must I tell?” said the prisoner. “You
must,” was the magistrate’s reply.
Tnis was rather a poser, but the pris
orer knew he must classify himself in
some way or stand the chance of be
ing sent 'to jail as a vagrant. “Your
honor,” he finally said, "1 am a trim
mer of Christmas trees. I work the
day before Christmas every year.”
The original idea won him his liberty.
Nothin* Doin’.
Nothin' is cornin' and nothin' In view,
Nothin’ in pocket and nothin’ to do.
Nothin’ to kick for and nothin’ to
kick,
Nothin’ to love and nothin’ to lick.
Nothin’ to hear and nothin’ to see,
Nothin' to want and nothin’ to be;
Nothin’ to think of, of nothin’ to fret,
Nothin’ to ask for, nothin’ to get.
Nothin’ the captain, nothin' the crew,
Nothin’ to choke on and nothin’ to
chew;
Nothin’ to cry for, nothin’ to sing,
Nothin' to take away, nothin’ to bring.
Nothin’ to spend, and nothin to earn,
Nothin' to eat and nothin' to burn.
Nothin’ to borrow and nothin' to give,
Nothin’ to die for, for nothin’ to live;
In fret, there’s nothin' doin’.
—A. 3. Hart in Newark Newa.
THE PRODIGAL’S RETURN.
By E. C. PIT7.EE.
(Copyright 1WS. by Dally Story Pub. Co.)
One hot August afternoon a tramp
walked listlessly down a dusty Iowa
lane. There was nothing about his
clothes nor general demeanor to dis
tinguish him from other tramps, yet
his face seemed prepossessing, and his
forehead was intellectual. Finally he
came within sight of a group of trees,
whose green freshness spoke eloquent
ly of rest. He increased hts pace and
was soon seated on a shaded Dank.
Behind him was a picket fence, and
farther back was a substantial farm
house, half bidden by its grove of
trees. After lighting his black pipe,
the tramp clasped his hands behind his
head and gazed reflectively into the
green leaves above him.
“You’d better not let father catch
you there or—or—”
He had straightened up In surprise.
Before him stood a self-confident
young woman, ■yith features very like
his dwn. A look of wonder came into
her eyes when she saw his face, and
she hesitated and stopped confusedly.
“You are Mary, are you not?” he
asked, his voice trembling with re
pressed feeling.
“Yes, and you are—you are--”
“Will, come home again.”
“Oh, Will! Will! You’ve come back
to us again! You don’t know how
we’ve missed you, Will!” Heedless of
the dirt, she threw her arms about his
neck and kissed him.
“I'd hesitated, Mary. I didn't lsnqw
whether they’d want me now or not.”
“Indeed, Will, it’s you—”
“In fact,” he interrupted, "I wasn’t
sure that I was coming at any time.
I got as far as Glenwood, and then 1
had to walk over here and see if the
old place looked the same. But I
wasn’t going to stop unless—”
“Unless you were welcome.” she
finished. “Yor. are, Will. We need
you here. Father Is growing old, and
mother wants her son. And—and Flor
ence—she's still Florence, dear.”
He kissed her. “And they won’t
mind my clothes?”
“Why, of course not, you foolish
hoy. Come along, quick! We must
go and cee them.”
Mary caught his hand and half
dragged him to the gate and down
the lane.
“Oh, how you've changed,” she
chattered. “I didn’t know you at first.
I took pity on you because father and
Towz. hate tramps so. Wasn’t that
fun?”
“I'm glad that they won’t eat this
tramp, anyhow. But you’ve changed,
too, Mary. Why, I’ve always thought
of you in braids.”
She tossed her head. “I took those
up the year you went away. You’ve
been gone four years, bad boy.”
“Don’t talk about that, Mary, for I
want to forget it if I can. You had
better go in and tell mother.”
Mary ran into the house, and In an
instant a white-haired old lady came
to be caught up in her son’s arms.
The prodigal’s home-coming w-as all
that the brightest optimist could have
wished. Will was home, and after
the first transports were over, the
quiet of absolute content settled down
on the farmhouse. Then he went to
his old room, untouched for four
years, and shaved and dressed him
self. When he came down stairs again
his father, still in his field overalls,
was pacing up and down the room.
The old gentleman's face lighted up
with pleasure when he caught sight
of his son.
“Will,” he said, “we'll forget the
past. I was hasty, my son, and you
cook after your father, I suppose." A
smile flickered about the corners of
his mouth for an instant. “Yonr
mother and I got to know Florence
better afterward. She’s not like the
old man. I always disliked Barnes—
quarrelsome fellow—licked me when
a boy—don’t forget such things. But
there, it's all right. You're all dressed
up H-ra! Hope you’re not thinking of
going over there to-night?”
"Why, I—I’d like to, father, if—”
“Well, I don't know. You'd better
stay at home to-night. Barnes'll be
“You Are Mary, Are You Not?” He
Asked, His Voice Trembling.
gone to-morrow. Don't like him, but
1 reckon we'll have to patch It up
sometime."
Will's face fell, but he was deter
mined not to cross any of his father’s
whims, so he turned toward a win
dow without replying. Then Mary
came in.
“You dear boy," she said, “now you
look like my brother Will. You’re
thinking of Florence, I know. Per
naps—" with a sly glance at her
father, “perhaps he’ll let you go over
after awh’e.”
“Father doesn’t want me to go."
Mary looked at the old gentleman,
who winked portentously. A ripple of
amusement ran over her face.
“Hello,” called Will, “here’s a
buggy. They might let us have our
first meal alone, anyhow. Who's com
ing?”
Mary and her father glanced at
each other. “Oh,” said the former,
“that’s—that’s a new friend whom we
expect to dinner. You’ll like her, Will.
She’s as pretty—”
"Mary!" thundered the farmer.
Mary laughed and ran from the room.
“Come here, Will,” his father con
tinued. "You'll have to learn about
Shook His Fist Across the Fence at
Him.
the farm, and I reckon that now’s as
good a time as any to begin in.”
Will left the window, and the old
gentleman eutered into a statement
regarding the stock, talking in an un
necessarily loud tone, Will thought.
But after ali, lie paid little attention
to that. He caught a glimpse of a
face in the buggy. Could it bo true?
But no, his imagination had been at
fault, of course. Yet, that face—
‘‘Somebody's in the parlor,” Mary
announced, “and would like to see
Will.”
Her brother took a step forward
and turned white to the lips. “Not,”
he said, “not—”
"Go and see.” she answered, and
then, pitying his forlorn look, added:
“It's all right, dear; don’t he afraid.’
Will went forward with a beating
heart. The hall seemed of intermin
able length, •and when he reached the
parlor he was trembling violently. A
woman stood by the window.
“Florence!” he cried.
“Oh, Will!”
• • • • •
“Look hero, you rapscallion,” it was
the farmer's voice, “get off that or Ml
let Towz loose on you.”
“Eh?” he cried, starting up con
fusedly.
“Get out of that! I won’t have
tramps around my house!” The farm
er shook his fist across the fence at
him.
“Why—why, father!” gasped Will,
“I—"
“Get out, cr I’ll let Towz loose.”
“Wow-wow-wow,” Towz chimed in.
“Gosh,” the tramp muttered,
"guess I must ’a’ gone to sleep. Ali
right, mister, I’ll git; only, hold od
to the dog!”
JUDGE KNEW THAT DODGE.
But the Prisoner Had Another
Scheme Behind It.
"Your worship,” said the wily so
licitor, who v.as defending the stal
wart prisoner in the dock, ‘‘you cannot
possibly convict my client of house
breaking. I submit, sir, with all rev
erence, that neither morally nor legal
ly can you convict him. I will tell
you why.
"Mr. Sikes here, a|i the evidence
clearly proves, did not break into any
house at all. He found the parlor
window open, as the witnesses admit,
and all he did was to put in his right
arm and remove some unimportant ar
ticles.
“Now, sir, Mr. Sikes’ arm is not he
himself, and i fail to see how you can
punish the whole individual for a fault
committed by only one of his limbs.”
“Very well, sir,” said the cautious
Solon of the bench. “I have heard of
a similar defense before to-day, so I
find the prisoner's arm guilty and sen
tence it to six months’ imprisonment.
The gentleman himself can accom
pany it or not as he chooses. Mr.
Clerk record the sentence."
Then Mr. Sikes smiled a 14-ineb
smile, and the plan of the defense be
came apparent as he quietly proceeded
to unscrew his guilty cork arm and
leave it In the custody of the court.—
Stray Stories.
Medical Bubbles.
Doctors have invented a new form
of bubble. Neuralgia, sciatica and lum
bago are known to be affections of the
ends of the nerves which lie just un
der the sKln of the painful region. It
has been discovered that by injecting
air under the skin the ends of the
nerves are lengthened and the pain ro
lieved. The bubble of air is pressed
by the fingers and caused to move
about until all parts are relieved. In
dislocations, fractures and bruises the
eame Treatment has given relief.
WOMEN IN FULL DRESS.
Amusing Discussion in Columns of
Parisian Journal.
Rather an amusing diseusslon on
the subject of low dresses has lately
been carried on in the columns of a
Parisian Journal. “She knows how
much It is best to show.’’ sang the
poet, but it must be admitted that this
does not altogether settle the ques
tion of "decolletage.” One writer1
asks how comes it about that a wom
an who would deeply resent an im
pertinent glance when see is taking a
morning walk ran complacently make
her appearance with bare neck and
arms in the evening.
“Decolletage,” another maintains,
“is a simple matter of climate and
custom. Yet the jest which was made
over very diminutive hats might be
applied to the corsage "The makers
will at this rate soon be sending only
the bill,” the article being invisible.
Another authority tells us that the
first decollette gown, of which men
tion is made in the history of costume,
was that worn by Queen Isabeau of
Bavierc. The fashion was at its
height in the time of the Valois kings,
and flourished again considerably dur
ing the reigns of Louis XIV. and his
successors. It was not to be put down
by the revolution, which created such
havoc among other customs, and now
it seems to run less risk than ever
of disappearing.
TELL OF TURKISH MISRULE.
Extortions That Are Practiced Upon
Unhappy Armenians.
From Armenia comes the news that
the oppression of the tax collectors
surpasses any incident of the kind
furnished by the past. Not only are
the collectors claiming arrears for the
last eighteen years, but they refuse
to take into account the thousands of
Armenians who perished during the
massacres or fled the country in con
sequence of those events, and they are
demanding the same amounts from the
villages as before the disturbances. A
missionary from Angora says that the
amount of taxes demanded from that
tewn is ten times as great as the total
valuation of the real estate. Armen
ians in several districts are petition
ing the Russian authorities to let
them emigrate to Russia. In contrast
with these reports are the dispatches
from Macedonia to the London Times
to the effect that in no single instance
can the burning of villages and other
outrages committed in northern Mace
donia be attributed to the Turkish
soldiers or irregulars. The military
authorities have behaved with an ex
traordinary clemency and the troops
have been kept well under control.
The outrages were committed by Bul
garian bands on villages which re
fused to contribute provisions and am
munition for their use.
Castro’s Story of a Dog.
President Castro of Venezuela was
a close friend of the late William Pot
ter of Philadelphia, who had extensive
business interests in South America.
According to Mr. Potter, Castro is
very fond of animals, and imputes to
his pets the most remarkable quali
ties, telling of these qualities gravely,
though not expecting, perhaps, to be
altogether believed.
“I have a dog,” President Castro
sometimes begins, “and one day I
saw my dog carrying a live hen care
fully in his mouth. I paused to see
what would happen. The dog placed
the hen in his hut. and she immedi
ately laid an egg there. He ate it, she
helped herself to the most delicate tid
bits in his food tray, and a few mo
ments later departed. Thereafter I kept
my eye on them, and I ascertained
that the hen, whenever she had an
egg to lay, laid it invariably in my
dog's hut. And he would eat her
graceful gift and he would reward her
with her choice of all the viands on
his platter. When she died he was
inconsolable.”—New York Tribune.
Workman Was Sensitive.
Patrick McCabe, lately a section
hand on the 'Frisco road at Wichita,
is suing that corporation for damages
for injuries received while in its em
ploy. His plea Is that while work
ing the foreman spoke to him “in a
loud, profane and very boisterous man
ner, thereby causing the plaintiff to
be nervous and excited and thereby
causing him to place himself in a
position of great bodily danger, and
to a greater degree than he otherwise
would have done.” The orders were
given “In a very loud and boisterous
manner, backed up by many oaths,
such as ‘Be smart, ‘Be quick,’ and
‘Move yourself,’ etc.” Kansas section
hands seem to be sensitive plants.
A Child’s Simple Faith.
Bishop Cleland K. Nelson of Geor
gia tells this story of the simplicity
of a child’s faith in God.
The little daughter of an Atlanta
man had been taught to kneel each
n'ght at her crib and repeat little
prayers. When the family were leav
ing the boarding house in the moun
tains where they had spent the sum
mer, the child was told to say good
bye to the others in the house. This
she did, and then insisted on going
back to her room. Her mother fol
lowed, to sec her daughter go straight
to the crib, kneel down, and, folding
her hands, say gravely:
“Dood-bye, Dod.”
Then she was ready for her journey.
Smoking in America.
When George Ade visited Sultan K!
Ram on the Island of Liulu in search of
material for one of his operas he
found that little Malay potentate sur
rounded by his wives, all of whom
were smoking Filipino cigarettes, fair
ing the interview' Kl-Ram asked bis
visitor if American ladie3 smoked.
■ “The Indies do.” Mr. Ade replied.
I “but the women don't.”