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ESTORED TO HEALTH. Man/ weak, enf fering women do not know that their kidneys are sick, liackache tells of sick kidneys, and so do urinary disor ders. Sick kid- ; neys make bad blood, and bad blood makes bad digestion, heart palpitation, dizzy headaches, nervous- 1 ness, sleeplessness, sciatica, rheumatic pains and coustaut depression. Can't be restored to health until the kidneys are cured. Read how one woman was restored by using Doan s Kidney Pills: .Mrs. H. A. Vur Sick!’, nil Cth Ave., S. \V. Roanoke, Va., says: "Kidney trouble was hereditary in our family and 1 had been so continually afflicted with the diseaso that L began to des pair of even temporary relief. Some times I suffered so severely that I was conflnd to my bed. The aching in my hack was intente and the kidney dis order caused an excess of uric acid In my blood which impaired my diges tion. 1 was compelled to deny myself of many of the little delicacies of diet The doctors diagnosed my case as congestion of the kidneys. I had •bout given up hope when I began using Doan's Kidney l’ibs, but t took only a few doses when their curative powers were proven to my satisfac tion. 1 have never beeu without them In the house since " Doan s Kidney Pills are sold by all dealers; price 5d cents; or mailed on receipt of price by Foster-MIlburu Co., Buffalo, N, Y. Write for free trial. Candor ever the brightest gem of true criticism.—itisraeli. A light heart is a lighthouse for hearts. Insist on Getting It. Rome g-rocer* say they don't keep Do flaaw Starch because they have a stock to hand of 12 oz. brand*, which they know cannot he sold to a customer who has once need the 16 oz. pkg. Dedauoa Starch for same money. I.ove is a great source of economy (n a houaenold.—Halevy. When a woman gets into finances her sordid disposition shows up. I am sure Piso's Cure for Consumption saved ■nr life three years ago. —Mrs. Taos. Robblns, Ala pic Street, Norwich, N. Y., Feb. 17, MtM. Tho world likes to crawl at the feet of tho man who never kicks. AI.T. IT-TO-DATR llOCBEK FEPERS Use Red Cross Rail Blue. It makes clothe* clean and sweet as wkeu ne w. All grocers. Men take naturally to card games and speculation. Reached the Limit. When Herbert Spencer was In the habit of dining out with his scientific and literary friends, a lady of conspic uous mental ability and learning was generally one of the company and Hpenecr was Invariably asked to take her down to dinner. His hosts thought they were paying him a compliment in giving him the most brilliant lady of the company, but he resented always being associated with the same lady. At last, when his host on one occa sion said, "Mr. Spencer, will you take Miss - down to dinner?’’ tho phil osopher emphatically replied, "No. 1 will not,” and another companion had to be found for him. It Made Him Dizzy. When Paul Meyer, the new sub-con eertmeister of the Chicago orchestra, came from Rigi, Russia, he was not al lowed to play until lie had joined the musicians’ union. The committee that examined him proposed to have some fun with niin, so the most tangled piece of rag time they could find was put on the music rack before him. Meyer took up his violin, studied the music, then essayed to play It. Then he took a long rest. Twice more he tried it, tfien exclaimed: "Was ist? If you have the menu of a Chinese res taurant bring it out and I'll play it, but this stuff makes me dizzy.” THIN DIET. No Nourishment In It. It’s not easy to keep up when cof fee has so ruined the stomach that food won't digest. 'A Mo. woman says: "I had been an invalid for two years from stomach trouble caused by cofTce, got so bad I couldn't digest food and for quite a while 1 lived on milk and lime water —-nothing but that—a glass of milk and lime water six times a day. In this way 1 managed to live, but of course did not gain. "It was about 5 months ago I be gan using Postum Food Coffee; I did not need the milk and lime water after that, for 1 gained rapidly and I can now eat a good meal and drink from 1 to 3 cups of Postum each meal and feel fine. "I would not go back to coffee for any reasonable pay. I like Postum better than coffee now and make Pos tum by directions on box aud it Is just tine; never found a better way to make it than on box. Now this is all true and you can easily prove it." Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek. Mich. Postum is a brew from field grains with ail the nourishment left iD. It makes red blood and rebuilds partic ularly well where coffee has done damage as it does to nearly all who drink it. A 10 days’ trial of Postum In place of coffee works wonders. There's e reason. Oct the little book. ‘The Road to WaRville” In each pkg. JOHN BURT I Author of • The Kidnapped Millionaires." -‘Colonel Monroes Doctrine.’* Ttc. I } COPTKIl.PT, 1902. HV I FnlDK 1<K 'PHAM ADAMS All right'* reserved CoPTItl<*MT. I!">.! nr A .1. 1> II ■ X 1. IIIUIM I I CHAPTER ONE. The r-ophet's Prayer. “Kneel. John. Take off your hat. lad. Let us pray.'" An old man and a hoy clung like wreckage to a rock which marked (he outer edge of Black*Reef. The flickering light of a lantern accentu ated tlm gloom of the night; a night famous in the annals oi New England for the storm which tore the coast from CJuoddy Head to Siasconset. The lantern s light revealed two fig tires worthy the pencil of a Hogarth. Bared to the gale, the ol l man's scant i white locks streamed Lack from a forehead massive and unfurrowed. Wonderful eyes of steel gray glowed with fires of fanaticism beneath dark, shadowing eyebrows scarcely touched with the rinse of years. The thin lips parted in a *ine which suggested im placable tenacity of purpose, not halt ing at cruelty nor stopping at cun ning. Above the mouth, the head was that of a Greek god; below it showed the civilised savage—selfish, relent less—-the incarnation of courage, strength and determination. Tin man's frame was so broad that the legs seemed stumpy, yet Peter Burt stood six feet four at three score years and ten. His companion on this night mis sion to hurricane swept Blac k Reef was a boy of eight. No fear of the storm or of the strange old man showed in the dark gray eyes of the youth. He was garbed in a tightly buttoned jacket and a pair of home spun trousers, securely tucked into copper-toed boots. The ends of a blue yarn '‘comforter" fluttered in the gale. As the old man spoke, a wave dashed its icy spray across the rock. •Its awful wet. .granddad. Can’t I stand up and pray?" Kneel, my hoy. kneel," replied the old man in a deep hut not unkind man walked cautiously along until he reached th« weed-strewn and surf lashed beach. He looked into the face of the boy who trudged beside him. “You are a brave lad, John; a brave, good lad. It is beginning to rain. \Ve must hasten home." CHAPTER TWO. Jessie Carden. “I don't care to pick flowers! 1 j want to stay right where I am. Let. me stay and watch for one of those thingumbobs in the water. Please, (lo\ie!" Jessie Carden clung firmly to an iron roil of the old bridge, and spoke with tiie pleading defiance of a spoiled child of twelve. The gover ness smiled sadly down upon the pouting lips and rebellious eyes. “Certainly, my dear, ’ replied Miss Malden. “Don't lean out over the bridge, sweetheart, and keep away from the creek. I shall not lie gone long. You will be very careful, won't yon. Jessie?" “Just awful careful, Davie. There's one of those spidery tl ings now!" Jessie was spending her first sum mer in the country. For three weeks she had been living in the Bishop farm-house. Bo many things had happened that the memory of the Carden mansion in Boston had be come a dream. The Bishops were distant relatives of Deneral Marshall Carden, the banker; and to them had been consigned the welfare of his daughter, in special charge of a trusted governess. Jessie peered over the rail and watched the waters in vain for an other of the “thingumbobs." She ran back and forth and threw sticks and stones into the creek in a vain at tempt to litre its denizens to the sur face. Then she spied a hoop-pole ! which had l'aiien from a passing ’7/7.Tr:\. ry&." l w cy? rryj& / £27: zjrr rss voice. "The I.ord will net harm His servants whether they approach Him in storm or in calm." Falling on his knees, the old man faced the sea, raised his arms to heaven, and prayed to the Ood who rides on the wings of tiie storm. The spray stung his face, hut he heeded ii not. A giant surge swept the lan tern away, and its faint light went out as it clattered along the rocks. The old man prayed fervently that his sins might he forgiven. There was one sin which weighed heavily upon him. though lie named it not in his petition. The year was 1800. and on that No vember day the news had come to Rocky Woods of Abraham Lincoln's election to the presidency. In the tempest which lowered when the election was in doubt, and broke in fury \Wien the triumph of Lin coln was certain. Peter Burt saw an augury of the storm which was soon to sweep the country. An ar dent Abolitionist, and a rabid advo cate of I'nionism. he lifted his voice that November night in a frenzy of eloquence which thrilled the child at his side and left an impress years did not efface. Amid the crash of waters, his gray hair streaming in the wind, iiis dripping arms stretched o\er the foam. Peter Burt prophesied the four years of desolating war then impending. He invoked the curse of God on the enemies of his country, returned thanks for the coming" eman cipation of the slaves, and exulted in the victory to be achieved by the Fnion arms. He ended with a tender pica for the grandson kneeling beside him—"who is the heir.” the old man declared, not of my worldly posses sions. which are nothing in Thine eyes, hut of those gifts and that power of divination with which Thou hast graciously vouchsafed me. John Port shall lie the chosen one of the house of Burt Withhold not. O Lord, Thy blessing from him! Amen." The old man arose and shook the water from his hair. The prophet had gone, the New England farmer stood in his place. I'lie resonant voice which challenged wind and wave sounded harsh as ho exclaimed: "Where'* the lantern. John? «ee if you can find if. Well break our necks trying to get bacu without it.'' John found the lantern, and after many attempts and muttered com plaint:, the old man lighted if. Hold inf it high over Ms head, the old wagon. This slender rod easily reached the water, and Jessie thrashed the surface with all possible vigor. A nrojeeting branch from the pole caught her cap. and it fell into Ihe creek, where the tide swept it under the bridge. With a cry of dismay, Jessie' turned and dashed across, almost falling be neath the feet of a horse. ' Whoa. Jim!” Checked in a slow trot by a pair of taut lines, an old farm horse stopped so suddenly as to rattle the contents of the wagon. The driver, a boy of seventeen, dropped the lines and leaped lightly to the bridge. ‘‘Did he hit you, little girl?” Jessie Carden stumbled and fell Just beyond the horse’s hoofs. Before the boy could reach her. she was on her feet and peering over the bridge. "There it is! There it is!” she exclaimed, dancing in excitement and dismay. "Oh, what will Uovie say? Boy. get me my cap!” The youth, startled at the imperi ous summons, followed her gaze and caught a glimpse of the cap as it was carried along by the tide. Looking up the road, he placed his fingers be tween his teeth and whistled shrilly. A large Newfoundland dog came towards him. leaping in huge bounds. "Hey, Prince, go get it!” He pointed to the cap, now whirling in an eddy. Prince soon reached the cap. and, holding it well .above the water, turned for the bank. The sides were steep and slippery, but the boy took firm hold of the dog's collar, and after a struggle hauled him to solid ground. Prince dropped the cap, filling the air with spray as he shook himself, wagged his tail, and lolled his tongue in canine self-satisfaction. "Here is your cap, said the boy. as tie held a much bedraggled piece of millinery gingerly at arm's length. "Thank you, boy!" said Jessie, smiling through tears which were welling in her eyes. With a little sigh of relief she noted that the gov erness was not in sight. Jessie patted the dog on the head, and with a ro guish glance addressed her unknown companion. "What is your name?” she asked, with the direct frankness of twelve years. ",\1y name is Hurt—John Hurt." "M> name *.s Jessie Carden," said the young lady as she crawled through the fence unassisted by her new ac quaintance. Tlie courtesy expected * 4 by a miss of twelve Is the name ai that extended by a lad of seventeen I so neither suffered in the triier’s e» finiation. "What were you trying tj do with that pole?" asked John as they reached the bridge. "I was trying to stir up those spl dory things down there in the water, replied Jessi-*, again grasping the pole, which had remained erect, fast in the sticky bottom of the creek. "Oh, how 1 wish I coul l catch one!" "That's easy," said John Burt, as he climbed into the wagon. "Wait until I hitch this horse and I'll show you how. Want some anyhow; you can watch nie." John Burt speedily returned with some scraps of meat ami a mysteri ous implement which consisted of a pole with a stout dip net at the end of it. ,le sie regarded the prepara tions with keen interest. The boy •'tok a piece of string from his pocket and scour* ly fastened a piece of tough raw beef fn it; then he lowered the meat into ilie water. In his left hand lie held the pole, with the meshes ot the dip net but u few inches above the surface. Jessie watched with bated breath ami wide opened eyes. Slowly umi carefully John raised the string. At Iasi the meat showed red in the murky water of the creek. As it came to the surface John thrust the net below. Out of the swirl of water it emerged, laden with the meat and a struggling, writhing crab. •(Jot him!" said John, as he lifted the dripping collection over the side of the bridge. "Isn't he ugly! i.ook at his legs! One. two. three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven—no, ten—I counted one of them twice. Does ho bite?" Jessie hovered over the not and stretched her lingers towards the floundering crab. The little beady eyes glittered, the daws clashed help lessly. "You bet he ran bite! You get near enough 'and he’ll nip you good and hard," said John as he un snarled the crab from file twine and meat. "Run over to the wagon and get the basket, i forgot it." Delighted to be of assistance in so famous an undertaking, Jessie ran swiftly to the wagon and returned with a large wicker basket. John bad already dropped the bait in the water and the crab was crawling along the bridge. Reaching down, he deftly grabbed the crab and dropped him into the basket. For an instant Jessie was speech less with wonder and admiration at such bravery. “Boy, let mo catch and you poke, site ventured in a plaintive note. "1 never caught a crab. Won't you please—John Burt'.'" "Why, certainly!" said Johu. "I'll show you how." Jessie left the squirming mass of crabs and sprang to John's side. "Beach down as far as you can,” John directed. "That's right. When you feel something pull or jerk, pull up—slowly, though, or you'll scare him. Do you feel anything?" "The line kind of twitches," whis pered Jessie. • Raise it tip slow. Be careful. There's one on, sure! Now jam the net under him!" Jessie made a swing with the net, but dipped too low. A huge crab dropped irom the meat, struck the edge of the net and floundered back into the water. t "I lost him! What a shame! Wasn't he big?” "Go on; try again,” said John good naturedly. Jessie lowered the meat and waited patiently for a minute. Then she slowly laised the line. With much care she dropped the net below the meat and raised it front the water. (To be continued.) DESERVED TO WIN BRIDE. How Hindoo Lover Secured the Maiden of His Choice. In many parts of India Hindoo girls are wedded noi with a ring, but with a necklet or thali. At the wedding of a daughter of a loading native Moul mein there were present among the numerous guests a Hindoo maiden and her lover, whose suit had not so far progressed to his satisfaction. While the wedding ceremony was in progress the young man suddenly went up to her and, before any one suspected what his object was, pulled out a thali from his pocket and quietly tied it round her neck. Of course there was it hubbub and parental lamentations over this dramatic: episode, but so great is the veneration for the thali among Hindoos that no one dared to remove ij. from the neck of the as tonished maiden. All concerned therefore repaired to the Marriamme temple, where the act was ratified, and the maid who went to the wed ding of her friend fancy free left the scene as the legal wife of a bold and successful husband. Where Gun Barrels Are Made. The Damascus gun barrel is manu factured only at Nessovaux, near lrlege, Belgium, while the steel barrel is made iu I-iege. Every barrel must, under the law, successfully withstand the government test before it is ad mitted for sale. The gun barrels are made by the workmen in their own homes, and are delivered to the mer cants, who combine the parts for the markets. It is the universal under standing that the United States is the best market for the cheap grade of guns. The two towns sold $273,000 worth to the U’eited States last year. Japan's Population. The population of Japan Is twelve times ns dense as that uf the United States. 9 SAW PORT ARTHUR BATTLE Eye-Witness Sends Graphic Account of the First Naval Fight of the Russo-Japanese War—Czar's Officers Taken by Surprise The steamer Siwir.i arrived at San j .'ranelsco March 12 and brought in ; the following graphic account by an eyewitness of the great Port Arthur battle, which opened the war between Japan and Russia. The eyewitness was O. F. Curtis, an American attor ney, wlio escaped from the battered Russian city on the steamer Fu Ping i and wrote the following account for the San Francisco Examiner as soon as lie was landed at Shanghai: There was revelry in Port Arthur on the night of Feb. 8. No one in iulged a thought of danger. The cafes, the theaters, the circus were open and aglcam. Many naval officers were ashore. Many officers from the forts mingled in the revel. Men of j the fleet and of the fortifications were on leave. There was feasting and dancing. The wine popped, women dimpled, men laught'd and made dove. Then, as upon the riot on the night before Waterloo, a heavy sound broke in. There was a pause and some asked queer questions. Again and again come the thunderous sound. All knew it was tile roaring of great guns. But the revelry went on. Nobody sniffed a battle. The guns were the guns of the forts at the harbor mouth, men said. There was some practicing going on—practicing against the re mote possibility of a night attack by tti ■ Japanese in case of war. This war would be averted by diplomacy— nothing to fear; nothing to fear. Admiral Stark had been in attend ance on a dinner. He had no word that war hud been declared. He lingered over the wine and basked in the smiles of tiic pretty women. It was h’ o’clock in the morning of the ftfh when the admiral's ear caught the first boom of a gun. lie recognized the note as that of one of the disap pearing canon of the land batteries. It disturbed him not. Hut by atul by his quick ear detected another note— the cry of liis own guns. He had ordered no firing at night, so lie began to take shrewder notice. Still no thought ol war seemed to fleck his merrymaking. But the first of the cool dawn, when the later revelers were seeking their homes, showed the grim results of the daring night attack by the Japanese. Two of Russia's greatest battleships, the C’esareviteli and the Retvizan, were ashore at the entrance to the /arbor, almost completely blockading that narrow way. Outside the harbor a transport and a cruiser were on the beach. Then everybody knew that war had begun and the news of the night was whispered from white lips into startled ears. That Is how Japan caught Russia off her guard and inflicted a crippling blow. The sounds of the night and the sights of the morning were com mon to all of us; but now let me give to you the story and experiences of (’apt. Gray of the Fu Ping as he gave them to me. The Fu Ping is the property of the Chinese Engineering and Mining com pany. Capt. Gray saw at once that the harbor of Port Arthur was no place for his peaceful craft, lie saw, too, that there was much question as to whether he could navigate her be tween the two stranded Russian war ships. the Cesarevitch having her stern against the eastern bank and swinging her bow toward the other shore, while the stern of the Retvizan was on the western ledge and her bow extending well over toward that of the Cesarevitch. So ('apt. Gray started opt in a gig to ascertain tlie conditions at the har bor entrance. With him were First Engineer Robertson, Second Engineer Kay and Second Officer Duncan, with a crew of four Chinese sailors. The gig passed out between the battle ships. where the harbor entrance is not over 1,500 feet in width, and re connoitered the beached cruiser and transport. Suddenly a big shell fell into the water not. more than half a dozen feet from the gig; it exploded and sent a mass of water to a great height, part ly filling the gig and drenching all to the skin. One of the Chinamen was out on the head by a piece of shell. He hied profusely, and at once he and his Chi nese comrades jumped overboard and swam ashore. They at once scuttled away, leaving the officers of the Fu Ping to manage the gig as best they might. Capt. Grey saw that the shell earns from the Japanese fleet, it was fired at 11:10 a. in. and was the opening gun of the day’s battle, (’apt. Gray and his comrades were In the middle of things, and they immediately beached the gig and sought shelter under a ledge of rocks near the har bor entrance. From there they had a full view of what followed—-an awe inspiring sight. The Japanese fleet steamed up and down about three miles off the harbor mouth,- and the Russians sent out English Painter's Unique Honor. (’.purge Frederick Watts is the only English painter who can boast of hav ing been an exhibitor at the Royal academy for sixty-aevqn years. Two portraits which he sent there in 1837 were shown in the gallery recently. Unemployed Jinrikisha Men. The rapid extension of electric car lines in Tokio lias thrown over 50,000 jinrikisha men out of employment. Shortly before the war there was ulk of their emigrating to Hokkaido. Singer's Daughter Also a Singer. Mis* Mignon Palmer, a daughter ot Knima Nevada, (he opera singer, has entered the operatic field and it is quite likely that mother and daughter will present the rare spectacle of ap pearing on the stage together. To Write of Morocco. J. A. Dawson, who has lived in Mo rocco for years and has already pul> lished some interesting writings on that subject, is presently to bring oul a volume dealing with the country. their ships to give battle. Soon the shells wore flying fast. The forts gave tongue and the firing of the fleets was incessant. There was one fine duel. A Japa nese battleship engaged a Russian battleship, ami the two steamed up and down delivering constant broad sides. Then there was a mighty tragedy. One large Russian cruiser was seen to stagger under an explosion either of a torpedo or her own magazine, and then, within three minutes, go down stern first. She carried all hsr offi cers and men with her. Not the slightest effort was made by the other ships of the Russian fleet to save any of their comrades. They were too busily engaged to heed the distress of their fellows; and up to the time the Fu Ping sailed there was no news that any of the unfortunates had been picked up. The Japanese opened the fight at 11:10 a. in. The last shot was fired at 11:50, the battle lasting just forty minutes; but it was too hot to last longer. Then the Japanese fleet withdrew and Capt. Gray and his officers left their shelter under the forts at th** west harbor mouth and rowed back to the Fu Ping. From the steamer's bridge the captain watched the re turn of the battered Russian sea fight ers. Admiral Stark's flagship, the Petro pavlovsk, came limping in with a shot through her bow and other disaldli ties. Seven cruisers and torpedo Imats also came in for repairs. The other Russian ships crept closer under the shelter of the forts. Tugs went to work on the shattered and stranded Cesarevitch ami she was towed to the. center of the harbor. Hut her stern settled slowly to the bottom, throwing her how out of water. Evidently she was ban! hit. The Russians brought in reports ot the capture of a Japanese cruiser and a torpedo boat, but they showed no prizes. They also spread stories of the groat damage they had inflicted 011 the enemy. Hut these stories could not quell the panic prevailing in Port Arthur. When the morning showed the dam age to the fleet inflicted by the Japa nese in their night attack the houses of the merchants opened for business, The people said that whatever dam age had been done tlie ships the town was safe amt impregnable. Hut the battle of the day had changed all this feeling of confidence into one of dis may. Shells had fallen thickly in town and harbor. From much of the fire it seemed that the Japanese were try ing to destroy or disable the great, dry dock on which the Russians de pend for the repairing of their injured ships. This dock is in the east basin and one shell actually fell in it, but «d not explode. This rain of shells destroyed the last vestige of the people's confidence in the impregnability of their town, and when Admiral Stark’s flagship came staggering home from the fight the panic became pitiful. The Chi nese had already scuttled for the hills and one Japanese shell fell near a flock of them. Covering them with de bris and accelerating their flight. But the panic soon passed beyond the coolies and took hold of lioth the devotees of business and the votaries of pleasure. It must be remembered that the Russian is a pleasure-loving animal, ami there has been at Port Arthur a reckless pleasure-seeking which out-Parisians the gay people of the French capital. Ever since the Russian occupation and fortification of the place Russian, French, Austrian, American and Japa nese women have flocked in, and everything at night has been given over to pleasuring. The Hotel De France, the Palermo, the Sarato, the theater and Baronf sky's circus are too well known to vis itors to Port Arthur to require de scription, ami no visitors are likely to forget the abandon of the votaries of these places. They were to Port. Arthur what the Moulin Rouge, the Nouvean Cirque, the Follies Bergeres and the Gruber are t.> Paris. Dinner parties, theater parties and masked balls after kept the merriment going until o’clock in the morning, and such was the case on the morning of Japan's first heroic attack. But with the opening of the bom bardment on the 9th all thought of pleasure and all idea of business van ished. The houses of the merchants closed with a bang. Many employes fled to the hills or took the first train toward Mukden and Harbin. The Chinese swarmed away like the tra ditional rats leaving the foundering ship. The freight trains, as well as the passenger coaches, were crowded with refugees. All sorts of convey ances were pressed into use. The terror of the fierce Japanese was in every heart.