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CHAPTER TWO—Continued.
Prince growled. John looked up the
road.
"There’s someone coming." he said.
Jessie turned and saw Miss Malden
approaching. She looked at her tuud
«ly feet, her bedraggled hat and her
splattered blouse and skirt.
“I’ll get an awful scolding,” she
said, half to herself and half to the
boy. Then for the first time she
scrutinized John Burt. She noted
that he was well dressed; that he i
was not barefooted, like most farmer
boys, and that he was handsome and
self-possessed.
"Do you belong to the riffraff?” j
asked Jessie, lowering her voice so
lhat the approaching governess
•should not hear her.
"Never heard of it,” replied John
Burt in a puzzled smile. “What
is it?”
"I don’t know,” said Jessie; “but
my papa don’t allow me to associate
with the riffraff, and I forgot, until
Just now to ask you if you are a riff
raff.”
A look of pain came to the honest
face of the boy. Before he could
speak Jessie turned to meet Miss
Malden.
"Why, Jessie Carden, what have
you been doing?” With a cry of dis
may the governess dropped an arm |
fal of flowers and surveyed the wreck
of the sailor suit.
Jessie looked penitent indeed as
•she gazed at the muddy shoes and the
torn stocking; but contrition is a fee
ble flame in the heart of a child.
“Never mind the old clothes,
<Jovie,” she said. "Watch me catch
a crab! I can do it just splendid!”
“Jessie, lay that pole down and
<rome away with me,” said Miss Mal
den sternly. “How dare you play
with a strange boy! What would
your father say? Come with me at
"SO jvmM? ttj 7777 “
once!” She gathered up the flowers
. and took Jessie by the hand.
“Good-b) e. Prince! Good-bye, John
Burt!” Jessie waved her hand gaily
at her fishing companion as Miss Mal
den turned into the path leading
through the woods.
“He was real nice, and you’re aw
ful good, Govie, not to scold him!”
were the words that reached John
Burt as he carried his basket of crabs
to the wagon.
CHAPTER THREE.
John Burt's Boyhood.
For two hundred years the Burt
house had withstood the blasts of
•winter and the withering heat of sum
mer. Time had worked upon the
rough exterior until it seemed like a
huge rectangular rock, weather-worn
and storm beaten. The small plateau
on which it stood sloped northward
to the sea. Rugged rocks to the west
stood as a wall, frowning at the quiet
beauties of salt marsh and cedar
swamp below. To the south were
patches of meadow wrested from
wood and rock by generations of toil.
Through this fairer section a brook
wandered between banks festooned
with watercress. Old settlers knew
the locality by the name of Rocky
.Woods.
When Hezekiali Burt died, Peter
Burt inherited the hold homestead in
Rocky Woods. He- was a young giant
with the shoulders of a Hercules. At |
the age of thirty he took to wife the (
fairest maiden of the surrounding ;
country, and to them a son was born
and christened Robert Burns Burt. A
year later the mother sickened and
died. The gfrief of Peter Burt was
terrible as his strength. For a year
he remained a prisoner in his house;
then returned to work, and for two
years labored with the energy of a
demon. His second marriage followed.
He led to the altar the daughter of a
poor farmer, and of this prosaic union
seven children were born.
After fifteen years of work and sor
row the patient wife folded her tired
hands closed her weary eyes and
sank into that sleep which awakens
not to toil. If Peter Burt loved his
second wife, lie never told her so. If
he loved her children, his expression
of affection took a peculiar form, lie
mad.* no secret of his favoritism fot
Robert Burns Butt, the only child of
his first wife.
Robert was a boy of whom any
father would he proud. At twelve he
was sent to school in lUagham. At
nineteen he entered Harvard, gradu
ating in four years wiU honors. Af
l*»r two more years devottl to a law I
Burt, but one escaped. A child, two
years old, was found warmly wrapped
in its traveling blanket, uninjured, on
a cake of ice, a few minutes after the
car plunged beneath the water. It
was John Burt.
In the opinion of his neighbors,
Peter Burt was crazy from the hour
the news came to him. Strange
stories were whispered concerning
Captain Burt, as he was then called.
Belated travelers along the lonely
road saw lights burning through all
hours of the night. They heard the
old mau talking or praying In a loud
voice.
Upon the death of Robert. Peter
Burt went to Boston and buried his
dead. With tearless eyes he saw' the
pride of his old age lowered into the
grave. Robert Burns Burt was a care
ful lawyer, and his will covered every
contingency. It appointed his father
executor of his small estate, and in
trusted him witli the care of his son.
Peter Burt placed the boy in the keep
ing of a competent nurse, and re
turned to his farm.
Save for the occasional smoke from
the chimney, there was no sign that
Peter Burt existed throughout the
three months that followed. His son
Joseph called at the house, but was
not admitted.
At the end of this period the old
man emerged and was seen in Hing
ham. For the first time in years he
spoke to his neighbors, who noticed
that his hair was as driven snow,
and that his face shone with a
strange light. In the calm manner
ot' one controlled by an unalterable
conviction, he stated that he had
made his peace with God, and was in
spired by Him. He had received the
gift of prophecy and of understand
ing.
When John Burt was seven years
old his grandfather brought him to
the old farmhouse. With the boy
came his nurse and her husband,
William Jasper, the latter charged
with the duties of hired man. Thus
John Burt began his life on the farm.
When John had mastered his let
ters and primer he was sent to school
in Hingham, taking the regular course
for five years. Then a private tutor
came from Boston. Five days in the
week the iioy studied uuder this
young man’s direction, and made rap
id progress. With bis stern old face
lighted with joy s*cd pride, Peter Burt
would listen to the recitations.
CHAPTEK FOUR.
James Blake.
John Burt was fourteen years old
when he firs', met Js>Cio Blake. The
course, he began prartice in Boston,
and his success was instantaneous.
For ton years after the death of liis
wife, Peter Burt conducted the farm
of his forefathers. One after another
of his sons and daughters, as they
became of age, left the old home,
never to return. One night after sup
per Peter Burt informed the remain
ing children that he was going to sea.
He had bought an interest in a whal
ing vessel, and would sail from New
Bedford in a week. To Sarah—the
eldest of the children—he gave three
hundred dollars, together with in
structions concerning the manage
ment of the farm. He did not know
how long he would be gone—it might
be a year or it might be five. With
some tenderness he kissed the weep
ing orphans, and tramped down the
road in the direction of Hingbam.
Five years later the Segregansett
dropped anchor at New Bedford. None
of the crew that went on with her re
turned. Peter Burt sold the cargo,
paid off li is men, disposed of his in
terest in the ship, and on the follow
ing day walked into the Burt farm
house. Ho was greeted affectionate
ly by his son Joseph, who for a year
had lived alone in the old house. A
week later the boy was sent to school
in Boston, and Peter Burt began his |
solitary occupancy of the ancestral j
home. j
Shortly before Peter Hurt’s return. |
Robert had married, and the old man I
was delighted when the young couple j
[ made a visit to the old farm. The
! following year John Burt was born, |
and Peter Burt journeyed to Boston
to witness tlie christening.
Two years later Robert Burns Burt
and his wife were instantly killed in
a railroad accident. The train crashed
through a bridge. It was winter, and
bitterly cold. Of the fifteen passen
gers in the car occupied by Robert
elder Blake nad purchased the olt !
Leonard farm, and fo had become the !
nearest neighbor of Peter Burt. There j
were several children In the Blake j
family, but this narrative has concern ;
only with James, the eldest, a boy of
John Burt's age.
The two farms were separated by a .
creek, which, at. a place called the
Willows, widened to a pool, famed as j
a tlshing and swimming place. One j
June morning John was seated on a
log spanning the narrow neck of this j
reach of water. Fie had landed a j
bass, when the cracking of twigs and
the swaying of the underbrush on the
farther side of the creek attracted his
attention.
A moment later a boy emerged
from the thtcket. He surveyed John
with an expression more of contempt
than of surprise. The new comer was
a tall, well-formed lad, straight, as an
arrow, quick and graceful in his
movements. He also carried a rod,
which he resttsi against the log; and
for a few seconds he calmly gazed at
John Burt.
"Hello! ”
"Hello!" answered John Burt.
"Kishin'?"
"No; swimming." replied John.
"Think you’re smart, don't ye?” re
sponded the strange boy as he baited
his hook. "Crazy Burt’s boy. ain’t
ye? No objection to my (ishin’, have
; you?"
There was a taunting sarcasm !■
his voice, and defiance in his air.
Without waiting for reply he cast
his line into the water.
“You can fish as long as you please
on your own side of the creek." said
John sullenly. For halt an hour no
| word was spoken. John caught four
j bass during that lime, while Jim
| hooked only cel grass. Then he cast
j his line across the pool, dropping it a
I few feet from John’s line.
| John Burt’s face flushed angrily.
“Keep on your own side!” he com
I manded.
“I'll fish where I ilarn please! This
isn't your creek!" retorted Jim Blake
with a defiant grin. "If it is, what
are you going to do about it?"
As he spoke John brought his hook
near the surface, and by a sudden
twist "snagged" Jim Blake's line.
With a jerk he whipped the rod from
his opponent's hand. Young Blake
was furious. John calmly towed the
rod across the pool, unsnarled the
lines, and threw the rod on the bank.
Obeying a boy's first instinct, Jim
looked for a stone, but found none.
Then he jumped for the log. Drop
ping liis rod, John Burt also sprang
forward, and they met in the center
of the bridge.
(To be continued.)
Spool Building.
There is nothing more interesting
for an ingenious hoy or girl. Given a
lot of spools and a ball of florists' wire,
so much can lie done that it is impos
sible to give a detailed description. To
collect spools is a much easier job
than the old-fashioned practice of col
lecting buttons. Old buttons are
sometimes valuable in piecing out a
set. but empty spools are usually
thrown away. A person of enterprise
can always collect them, and the
smallest and most insignificant is not
to be despised. A coming architect
can plan a house, and the builder of
a suspension bridge can string his
spools securely on wire and produce a
complete and steady structure. Strong
little taborets may be made of them,
if there is solid wood for the table
part; the spools may be used for the
legs and supports. A trash basket
may be made of them, strung one on
top of the other, with a wooden bot
tom. and lined with gay cretonne. The
smaller spools make pretty picture
frames, especially if painted white or
green. They may be used in a hun
dred ornamental ways, they may be
collected from a dozen different
sources, and they are sure to provide
amusement for innumerable rainy
days.
A Luxurious Bed.
An Indian potentate recently order
ed from Paris a bed which will rival
the rajah's bed in the Arabian Nights.
It is of sat in wood, richly carved, and
ornamented with silver plates in re
pousse work, adorned with bouquets
of roses, pink and corn, the rajah's
coat of arms being placed at the head.
At each corner stands a statue of a
girl one French, one Greek, one Span
ish and one Italian. Kach is tinted ae
I cording to the complexion of her race,
i and wears a suitable hued wig, either
black, blond, chestnut or auburn.
These maidens have movable eyes,
and their only ornament is a gold
bracelet round one arm, which waves
over the sleepers head either a fan
or a yak's tail fly flapper. The fur
ther enjoyment is heightened l;y an
ingenious arrangement in the mat
tress, which, as soon as any one lies
down, plays a selection of Gounod's
airs.—Ohio State Journal.
Steepest of Mountains.
Mount McKinley is known to be
the steepest of all the great moun
tains of the world, and it is unlike
most other great peaks from the fact
that arctic conditions begin at its
very base. The prospective conquer
er of this immense uplift must pick
his path over broken stones. icy
slopes, sharp cliffs anil an average
slope of 45 degrees for at least 14,
Ooo feet.
Dogs That Smoke Pipes.
These two dogs, Dewey and Ruth,
are the pets of a Minneapolis man.
Their skill at balancing pipes between
their teeth is hut one of the many
clever tricks they have learned. In
justice it sho'iid be said that the pipes
are never lighted, but the dogs enjoy
them, all the same, and anybody w-ho
tries to interfere with the after-dinner
smoke mus>, watch for a fight
An Easter Hymn.
Aw ike, Ihou wintry earth—
Kling ..ff tin s:otto is
Fair vernal Mower* laugh foith
Your niii h nl gladness.
Christ Is risen!
Wove, w mil- your blossoms ill -
Oriri’ ih all n ili .nl!
Y* «• ping Mineral li i'«.
I.ill tip your la-ail!
Christ is risen!
i•onii see' the graves are green:
li is light: let’s go
Where our loved ones rest
In hope below!
Christ is risen!
All is fresh mid new.
Full id spring and llghi
Wintry heart, why wear's! the hue
()| sleep and night''
Christ is risen!
Igutve thy pares beneath.
Benya thy worldy love.
Begin the better life
Willi lled above'
Christ is risen!
Thomas Blackburn.
Agnes’
Easter
Offering
We were a large family.
Everybody in Washington
boarded in those days. 1
think, except the President,
the Cabinet and our foreign
ministers, who felt it neces
sary ami possible “to Keep tip estab
lishments."
Our landlady, Mrs. Robert Living
ston, was the widow of “Robert of
Linlithgow.' the fine old Kngiish Liv
ingstons who, as knights, followed
William of Normandy across the Chan
nei, and in ItiVI founded estates in
our country. A direct descendant
from chancellors and barons! Stately
old New York aristocrats, wo called
our landlady's little daughter "Lady
Agnes." When she honored us with
a cup of tea from fJreat-<iraudlather
Livingston’s silver teapot, an inherit
ance from Robert the First and stamp
ed with the family crest, we called Iter
"Our Lady of the Manor House.”
But that was long ago.
In those distressing days of civil
war everybody came to the capital.
Her old home on the Hudson sold,
her property gone, Mrs. Livingston
was persuaded by New York friends
to come to Washington, take p large
house and make a .'tome for them.
Senators and members attaches and
clerks, easily found delightful rooms
for tlie winter. Families came to en
joy the mild air and the roses and
jasmine as they bloomed over our
windows.
Thus we were a large family, and a
merry one.
"Lady Agnes" was twenty-two. and
engaged to Major Wood, whose New
York regiment had for two > ears been
in the thick of the light, but was now
for a few months stationed at Fairfax
Court House, Virginia.
Next Sunday would be Easter! Al
ready our children had packed their
baskets with dozens of eggs, blue,
scarlet and gold, for the egg-rolling on
the president's grounds Easter Mon
day.
And we were to have a wedding in
our family! On Easter Sunday!
I,ady Agnes and the Major were to
make a home for some months in Vir
ginia. With right royal good will we
were to make this wedding the glad- ,
dest and gayest of all times. After |
years of peril, separation and anxiety, j
the good had come, and what so beau- '
tiful as Easter Sunday.
Saturday our big house was a floral
garden. Senators and members sup
plied roses, lilies and jasmine from I
the Congressional gardens. Palms. ;
azaleas and pale acacias trom the \
great, palm houses. Boys and girls
searched over April Rock Creek woods
for wild flowers and the little scarlet
partridge berries adorned our tables.
I _—»I
Lady Agnes.
Nothing could bo too beautiful for
lauly Agnes. The ceremony was to
be at the close of the vesper service
in old St. Jonn's church. Already the
chancel was stately with palms and
lilies, while against the soft gray wall
and over the open Bible hung a largo
white cross of lilies and white violets.
Only a few touches remained for to
morrow.
“Lady Agnes and our Major for
ever!” sang the young people as we sat
in tlie bright parlor Saturday evening.
Never a gladdier, merrier evening to
gether.
“A telegram for Major Wood.”
“Oh, that's nothing. Another box
of flowers,” laughed the girls. ‘ The
whole regiment will be sending Agnes
telegrams yet to night."
"What did you sa>?"
No voice could have spoken another
word after looking into the blanched
face of the Major as he quietly read
aloud front a slip of paper:
"He ready to march southward at
'» to-morrow morning. Report at F. C. (
j House.
"GKN'KRAI. — , in Command."
I As Agnes looked into his eyes a
: great wave of color swept over her
face, then went back, leaving it white
! as snow; hopeless pain whitened tier
| lips as site folded both small hands
j over his arm and said:
"Come—we will talk—It—over."
The silence of death fell upon us as
we listened to their stops on he stairs
j and the door was shut.
| Then we all talked at once, like the
uproar of a battle or the turn of the
j tide in a storm.
j "They must, be married. Weil have
j the wedding now or at daylight."
".lust see our gorgeous decorations."
"Darling little Agnes! It will break
j her heart!"
| "Horrid old war!”
j "Yes, yes,” said Senator W„ "we
> must not postpone the marriage—and
! off to the war! Oh, God!”
The Major went to a telegraph
office. Agnes begged to In1 alone,
"just a few moments to think.”
We sat about in idle groups. The
clock struck eleven. Members from a
late session strolled In, "just to see if
everything was quite ready.”
"Sit down, boys! The speaker will
I now call the house to order!"
| "Oh. here comes the bride!" "No.
| father." said Holly, “no bride! Dread
Quietly read aloud.
i
full I'm just going to throw my
beautiful Easter hat into the tire. No
wedding! Such a waste of lovely
things, too!''
Dolly's father remarked dryly:
] ‘ Daughter, suppose you put your hat
in the missionary box tomorrow?”
"What shal' we do to-morrow? It'll
take us all day to comfort Agues,”
said Toni.
' No. it won't. Tom." a clear, sweet
voice said. "You are all cordially in
vited to be present at the marriage
i of—of—” “Hear! hear!” shouts and
I cheers filled the room, and the "invi
I tat ion” was never finished.
I "(food! Hurrah for old Boh Diving
i ston and his plucky little ancestor,”
' irreverently spoke the member from
! Illinois.
“Now, that's just right sensible,
too.” One old Senator forgot all cir
| cumspection and lifted l^ady Agnes
I off the carpet and kissed her four
I times.
At daylight we were dressed in our
' Sunday best. Even Dolly's hat was
beautiful by the early dawn. We gath
ered at the stairway to greet the fair,
sweet bride, in her white bridal gown
with lilies fastening her long veil and
: Easter lilies in her hands. For a
moment we choked and looked and
felt like a lot of creeping children, as
the big, handsome lover held her in
his arms, so still—so long—with the
pretty head on his breast, and her soft
veil over him, and kissed her reverent
ly and put her in the carriage without
a word.
Slowly we walked up the aisle to
the delicious, tender music of the
organ notes. The birds sang outside
the open windows; the sun rose up
from the east as if
The elands of night were broken,
l.et Joyful anthems swell.
The Major looked as though his
story of pain and separation, the per- ;
iIs of battle, the terrors of death, must
be told in the one grand Easter prayer
to-day. with his darling kneeling close
beside him, with the stone of the sep
ulcher “rolled away” by angels!
lit* is risen, wondrous story!
< lirist our Lord is risen to-day.
The light ot victory shone in their
faces. Unto Him did they commit
their lives as they responded to the
beautiful marriage service.
Agnes rested her long-stemmed J
lilies across their clasped hands. She j
bent lower her bright head with a
grate beyond her knowledge and
seemed the loveliest Easter flower of
all. The sunshine fell across her
hair through the stained window, and
the- beautiful face of the Master, with !
John leaning on His breast at the !
supper, as it looked down from the i
wonderful painting, gleamed with
light.
Agnes smiled at the white cross ami
the sw'eet violets, then knelt in pray- i
er, serene and strong. Their words
fell soft and clear, and their greetings
were full of joy to us.
We followed them down the aisle
and out of the church, an impromptu
choir, all singing Agnes' own song; j
Bright Easier skies!
Fair Easter skies;
Our I.ord is risen!
We - li'u shall l isy.
Pluck lilies rare and rose* sweet
And strew the path of Jesus' feet.
—Margaret Spencer in Chicago Ameri
can.
The life *-hat docs no good Is guilty
of much harm.
Th#re la more Catarrh In this *#mlnn of tbnconntrv
than ail utberdlBruei put tinc«»tbei\ and ®ntll th** i«u>t
few years wna nupp «eu to he Incurable, For a (treat
many year# doctor* pronounced It a l<*'iil dl-ea-e Hint
prescribed 1 al remedies. and by conHtantly fs^imj
to cure with local treatment, prow’traced It incur
Hclem e ha* pr»>v»*n « atarrh to be h »• n«tltutlonAi I*
race a id therefor# require** • n«t|tiii .im! tr*-atrf ent
Hail's Catarrh Cure, manufactured by F. .1 Che **y
4 Co.. Toledo,Ohio. Is the «>nly c,<.intltutlonal ©lire • »n
the msrkn, li !* ukep Internally la doses from id
drops to a reaspoonful. It act a dlrecilr on the bi.xHi
and mucous rurfacesof the system. They offer one
hundred dollars for any case It fails to cure. Head
fur circulars and testimonial*.
Address; F. .1. CHKM’.Y 4 CO., Toledo, Ohio.
Hold bv Druggists, ,v.
Take Hall ■ tamiiy Fills for const!patio*.
We Lead in Divorces.
The population of the United States
has tor forty years been about twelve
times that of Canada; and the number
of divorces in the United States ir
that time has been 10,000 times tht
number of Canada.
THE WABASH RAILROAD.
East and South.
Special rates on sale daily to a'.l
Winter resorts of the South. Half
fare round trip plus $2.00 on first and
third Tuesdays each month to many
points South.
The only line with its own station
at main entrance of World’s Fair
grounds. The Wabash runs on its own
rails from Omaha, Kansas City, Des
Moines, St. Ixiuis and Chicago to
Toledo, Detroit, Niagara Falls and
Buffalo with through connections be
yond.
All agents can route you via the
Wabash. For World’s Fair descrip
tive matter and all information ad
dress. Harry E. Moores, O. A. P. D.,
Omaha, Nebr.
A Friendly Estimate.
“She has illumined the night of my
life,” sighs the poet, who is descant
ing upon the beauties of his fiance*
to her school chum.
"I’m sure i have often noticed it,
but I never would have hinted that
she is moon faced,’’ replied the friend
In a purring voice.
But the poet was wandering men
tally and wondering whether “high
brow” and “eyebrow” would make a
smooth rhyme.—Judge.
Who does the best ms circum
stances allows, does well, acts nobly.
—Young.
Disappointment is not a hi Helen!
reason for discouragegment.
Any old roon in a hote.’ fs good
enough for a bridal chamber. Tho oc
cupants never look at the furniture
anyway.
Am 1 in favor of expansion? Every
thing that grows expands. See how
the State Farmers’ Mutual insurance
Company of South Omaha has grown.
Jan. 1, 1890 wo had.$ 50,215.00
“ “ 1897 we had. 438,850.00
“ “ 1808 we bad. 2,696,166.00
“ “ 1899 we bad. 4.224,375.00
" “ 1900 we had. 7,538,973.00
“ “ 1901 we had. 10,480,483.06
“ “ 1902 we bad. 13,541,367.06
“ “ 1903 we bad. 16,413,869.00
“ “ 1904 we had. 18,416,388.32
Don’t you think you would like to
belong to a live Company like this?
Write the Secretary, B. It. Stouffer,
South Omaha. Nebr.
Small lalk often results in big scan.
: dais.
The fear of being found Is often
i mistaken tor the prickings of con
I science.
All Up to Date Housekeepers
i use Defiance Cold Water Starch, because
: It Is better, and 4 oz. more of it for same
! money.
A man seldom forgets a favor he
! does another.
It's a case of minority rule in a
douse wneie there's a baby.
laltrr'i Home Builder Coro.
So named because 50 acres produced
! bo heavily that its proceeds built a
, lovely home. See Salzer's catalog.
Yielded In 1903 In Ind.. 157 bu., Ohio
160 bu., Tenn. 98 bu.. and in Mich. 220
! bu. per acre. You can beat this record
1 In 1904.
WHAT no YOU THINK OF THBSM YIELDS
PBH ACRKf
120 bu. Beardless Barley per acre.
310 bu. Salzei's New Nat. Oats—per A.
80 bu. Salzer Speltz & Macaroni Whem.
1.000 bu. Pedigree Potatoes per acre.
14 tons of rich Billion Dol. Grass Hay.
60.000 lbs. Victoria Rape for sheep—acre.
160.010 lbs. Teoslnte, the fodder wonder.
64.000 lbs. Salzer's Superior Fodder
Corn—rich, Juicy fodder, per A.
Now such yields you can have. Mr.
Farmer, In 1904, if you will plant Sal
rer’8 seeds.
JUST SEND THIS SOTI< B AND IOC .
!n stamps to John A. Salzer Seed Co.,
La Crosse, Wls., and receive their
great catalog and lots of farm seed
wimples. (W. N. U.)
About the time love lets up on a
scan rheumatism takes a fall out of
kira.
What we have to rain 1*" not one
Nettle, but a weary lile's campaign.—
Patmore.
free to Twenty-fTve Ladies.
The Defiance Starch Co. will give
15 ladies a round trip ticket to the
St. Louis Exposition, to live ladies
In each of the following states: Illi
nois, Iowa. Nebraska, Kansas and
Missouri who will send in the largest
number of trade marks cut from a ten
cent, 16-ounce package of Defiance
cold water laundry starch. This
means from your o'»'n home, any
where in the above named states.
These trade marks must be mailed to
and received by the Defiance Starch
Co., Omaha, Nebr., before September
1st. 1904. October and November
will be the best months to visit the
Exposition. Remember that Deflauce
Is the only starch put up 16 oz. (a
full pound) to the package. You get
one-third more starch for the same
money than of any other kind, and
Defiance never sticks to the iron.
The tickets to the Exposition will be
sent by registered mail September
5th. Starch tor sale by all dealers.
The span of life was lent for lofty
duties, not for oelfishnesa.—A. do
Vere.
