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InUM DI TDT Bj'FREDERICK V-ini^l Dv/K1 UPHAM ADAMS Anther of •‘The Kidnapped Millionaires,'* “Colonel Monroe's Doctrine." Etc. _OomiGHT. 1902, BT I All rights T COPTRIGHT, 1803. BT Frujmick Upham Adams | reserved | A. J. Duixu Biddli CHAPTER XXII—Continued. The moment for action had arrived for James Blake. He compressed his lips, strode through the room and a raonaent later entered John's office. In the final struggle passion was tri umphant, and he nerved himself as best he could for the ordeal. John Burt looked up. The haggard expression on Blake's face alarmed him. “What’s happened, Jim? You’re pale as a ghost!” “It's a tooth,” said Blake, rubbing his hand tenderly over his face. “I'm all right now, but It gave me a bad right. The dentist drew it this morn ing. I dined with General Carden. 1 —I suppose-” “Has Jessie returned? Did you see her, Jim?” “Miss Carden has not returned, but she is expected to sail next Tuesday,” said Blake, nervously lighting a ci gar. “I had hoped to bring you bet ter news. John, but this is the best 1 can do. I thought it would be indeli cate to ask General Carden for her address, since nothing but a cable gram could reach her before the sail ing date.” A shade of disappointment passed over John Burt's face when Blake spoke, but a smile chased it away when he mentioned the time of her departure. “You did right. Jim,” he exclaimed. “Let’s see: Tuesday is the thir teenth. I'm glad Jessie isn’t super stitious. That should bring her to New York on the twentieth. That's thirteen days from now.” Blake turned ashen when the sec ond thirteen was' announced, but John's eyes were fixed on the inno cent calendar, his thoughts were four thousand miles across a heaving ocean, and he didn't notice the su perstitious agony imprinted on the other’s face. John Burt leaned back in his chair and half closed his eyes. “Two weeks, lacking a day,” he mused aloud. “There is a long-stand ing account I should like to settle be fore Jessie returns.” he said, turning to Blake, who had partly regained his composure. “What is it?” asked Blake, with a lively show of interest. “The elder Morris rained General C'arden as deliberately as ever one man did another,” declared John Burt, his deep gray eyes flashing a menace as he brought his hand to the desk with a blow which made it rattle. “The proceeds of that vil lainy have been turned over to his son. Two weeks from to-day Arthur Morris shall have made restitution to the man his father wronged. The cer tainty of this reconciles me to her longer absence. I shall win this cam paign. Jim, and it's my last one. | provement Company.” and to state i that its assets consisted in its ac quin C and prospective franchises. While purporting to afford relief liom existing monopolies, it was in fact nothing more nor less than a well planned attempt to acquire com petitors. In the parlance of finance it was a “sand-bag.” ' Arthur Morris took up the work so auspiciously begun by his father— the wrecking of the L. & O. railroad company. In this campaign. General Carden and many others had lost ( th^ir fortunes. Morris held control j of the bonds, and looked forward to ! the day when the stock would be i wiped out and this splendid property fall 'nto his hands. It was an open secret in railway circles that the L. & C. would then be absorbed by one of the two powerful companies which j interjected its lines. John Burt detected a flaw in this conspiracy. He set aside three bat talions of a million dollars each, and he'd them in reserve against the en 1 trenched wealth in the Morris vaults. Then he again scanned the field of action, and with unerring judgment placed his finger on the weakest point in the Morris defenses. The Cosmopolitan Improvement Company was a rampart on paper. John Burt Proposed to enfilade it. The highest legal authority assured him that the franchises already granted to the Cos mopolitan were invalid. As the crisis in his affairs neared. John Burt took a more direct charge of affairs. The trusted employes of James Blake & Company were in formed that “John Burton" was a si lent partner, who represented large Calilornia interests, and that his or ders must be followed without ques tion. In response to James Blake’s mes sage, Alderman Samuel Rounds called and was conducted to the private of fice of the famous operator. Blake had anticipated with zest the meeting between John Burt and Sam Rounds. It had been contemplated foi several weeks, but now that the hour was at hand, he took little in terest in it. He found it difficult to respond to Sam’s hearty greeting, and terminated the interview as soon ae possible. “Heou are ye, Jim: heou are ye!" exclaimed Sam, as he greeted Blake in his luxurious office. “Don’t it beat time, as uncle Toby Haynes uster say, that you an’ I are here in New York, an’ you are rich, an- 1 am— well, say fair to middlin’. There were only three of us young fellers hound Rocky Woods; you an’ John Burt an' me. Do you suppose we'll ever hear from John Burt. Jim? I’ve aileis said he’d turn up on tup, some day or nother." i “Would you like to hear from '/f7D/T<SH4LL/DO; Ft7£4T CAN /DO? I GWM07- &KTJ/EPUP.' j5y~—-,/ZL AOD I <272" AAEJ? J/4/V.AX3r£VZ7V I —roe DOHAT jBC2Pr'~ I ! wuen aia tiawKins wire inai ne would be here?” “Thursday,” answered Blake. “I shall not wait for Hawkins,” said John Burt, abruptly. “He owns a block of this L. & 0. stock and I shall assume that I have his co-op eration. I shall have control of L. & 0. before he reaches New York. How did it close last night?” “Twenty-eight and a half,” replied Blake. “It opens to-day at a quarter,” said Jehrf Burt, standing over the ticker. “Take all offerings up to thirty, but do not force matters. You under stand, Jim? Watch it closely and keep me advised.” “I understand,” said Blake, as be j arose to go. “Wait a minute,” called John, as j the other stood by the door. “Sam Rounds was in to see you yesterday, was he not?” “Yes.” “Send for him at once. Tell him it's something important. That’s all.” j Blake entered his own office and flung himself into a chair. He felt as ‘ if he had aged years in the hour that had passed. CHAPTER XXIII. Measuring Lances. When Randolph Morris retired in favor of his son he transferred no small burden of responsibility to the shoulcors of the latter. Arthur Mor ris inherited his father’s money and his ambitions, but not his masterly grasp of affairs. Arthur Morris had little sympathy with that fine old con servatism which stops short of direct participation in corruption. He be lieved, as has been stated, that every man has bis price, and was willing to pay it, provided it promised returns. Ambitious to pose as a ’Wall Street leader, Arthur Morris had assumed an enormous load of stocks, and the ruccess of his ventures had given him the following which ever attends the leader in a rising market. In ad dition to this speculative risk, Mor ris had secured several valuable franchises, and w’as confidently in expectation of others at the hands of the city officials. It will be sufficiently accurate to designate the Morris enterprise by the name of “The" Cosmopolitan Im mm; asaea tsiaae, wunout raising hii> eyes. “Would I? D've know anything er bont him. Jim? Dew ye really?" “There’s a man in the next room who knows a lot about him,” replied Blake. “Come and meet him.” Blgke opened John Burt's door and flood in the way as Sam entered. Johi. was seated at I*'s desk and did not turn his head or make a move when Blake said: “A dtrman Rounds wishes to speak to voj.” Blake stepped outside and closed the door. John deliberately blotted an unfinished letter, rose and ad vanced to meet Sam, who stood awk wardly by the door, hat in hand. “I am glad to meet you. Alderman Rounds.” he said. extending his hand. “I have heard of you and wish the pleasure of your acquaintance. Pray be seated, Alderman.” The sharp blue eyes of the visitor were fixed on the speaker, and only lor an instant was he in doubt. “I know ye, John! God bless ye, Jehu! Heou are ye, John Burt! I’m plumb tickled ter death ter see ye! Vv’ell, well, well!” His honest eyes glistened as he threw his hat to the floor and grasped John's hands with a grip which have made the average man wince. “And I'm glad to see you, Sam! It ; seems like coming back to life . to meet you. Sit down and tell me all about yourself and Rocky Woods.” “The last time I saw ye, John,” he said, “was under them maple trees in front of the Bishop house. I reck on you ain’t forgot that night. You galloped away in the dark on ray horse an' I ain’t seen ye since. Now you begin at the place like in them stories which run in the Fireside Companion where it says ‘to be con tinued in our next,’ and keep right on up to the present time.” John laughed and gave Sam a hur ried sketch of his career. He told of his voyage around Cape Horn, his arrival in San Francisco, the search for the mine described by the dying sailor, his meeting with Jim Blake, the discovery of the gold mine, his association with John Hawkins and the incidents which led to the forma tion of the firm of James Blake & Company. John said nothing to lead Sam to think that Blake yvas only a i representative, but the shrewd Yankee guessed the truth, i “I swan, John, this is tew good tew be true!” he gasped, shaking hands again. “You ain’t told me half the truth, an’ ye don’t have tew. I can guess the rest. You’re James Blake ft Company. You’re the' man who’s taught these Wall Street chaps a les son! I’m proud of ye, John! Didn’t 1 allers say somethin’ like this would happen? An’ you can’t have too much good fortune to suit me, John, an’ I don’t want a thing from ye. I just like tew see ye win, because— well, because ye orter win.” ’ Thank you, Sam.” “Don’t it beat thunder how things turn out?” observed Sam. “I saw Jim when he was down tew Rocky Woods a few months ago, an’ when he told me that he was the Jim Blake, you could a’ knocked me down with a willow switch. I said tew my sell then, that had it been John Burt i wouldn’t been surprised. An’ now. by thunder, it was John Burt who did it after all. But how erbout Jim Blake, John? If you’re James Blake & Company, who’n the dickens is Jim?” “I am not James Blake ft Com pany.” said John with a smile. “I am the Company. Jim has a substan tial interest in the firm, and has done much towards its success.” "I’m mighty glad tew hear it,” de clared Sam. “but I reckon I can guess who does thp thinkin’. Jim’s a fine teller, but he allers was reckless an’ careless, though mebbe he’s out grown it. Where is he? Send fer him. John, an’ we’ll all talk it over together, like we did in the old days back in Rocky Woods.” John pressed a button and an at tendant responded. “If Mr. Blake is not busy, say that 1 should like to see him.” he said. “There’s one thing you haven't told me erbowt,” said Sam, shifting his feet awkwardly. “I don't want tew pry into your private affairs, John, but have you seen her yet—I mean Miss Carden?” The door opened softly and James Blake entered so silently that neith er heard him. “I have not seen Miss Carden.” re plied John. “She is not in the city.” “Yes she is,” asserted Sam eager ly. “I saw her yesterday ridin’ down Fifth avenue.” (To be continued.) Candidate for Houseworkers. Two of the candidates in the recent primary election for governor of Flor ida. Robert W. Davis, now a Repre sentative. and Napoleon B. Broward, who won fame by his filibustering ex ploits just prior to the Spanish-Ameri can war. made a house to house cam paign through the rural districts of the state. One hot day Capt. Broward drove up to a peaceful farmhouse and found a woman strenuously chopping wood in the front yard. The gallant captain alighted, bowed to the woman, and said: “Madam, ex cuse me, but I Cannot stand idly by and see a lady doing such hard work Permit me.” And. taking the axe. the candidate labored for thirty minutes until the last stick had been cut. “Now, madam.” he said, as he mop ped thf^perspiration from his brow, "ii you have a husband you may tell him that Capt. Broward called to see him and that I would appreciate his vote for governor of Florida.” The woman, who had been admiring the candidate's ability as a woodehop per, shook her head dubiously and re plied: "Well, I dunno about his votin’ foi you. 'cause Bob Davis is in the back yard a-milkin’ the cow." Whisky Wisdom. “Some years ago.” says “Private” John Allen, “there came to Montgom erv, Ala., a company of actors whc put on that play so intensely disliked of southerners. ‘Uncle Tom’s Cabin.’ “At the end of the first act a man who gave evidence of having imbibed rather freely arose from his seat and unsteadily made his way out of the theater. “In a short time he returned and was about to re-enter the play house when he was stopped by the door keeper, who said: “ ‘You can’t come in.’ “ ‘Why not?’ sullenly demanded the gentleman who had been indulging too freely. ‘Here's m’ return check.’ “ ‘Check or no ©heck,’ responded the doorkeeper, ‘you can’t come in; you're drunk!” “ ‘Of course I’m drunk,’ rejoined the other, feelingly. ‘D'ye s'pose I'd wanter come back to this show if I wasn't?’ Dangerous Mexican Weed to Smoke. Manuel Guerrero and Florencio Pino had the “marihuana- habit, and for the last few weeks had been smoking big cigarettes in which tobacco was mixed with the dangerous weed. Tuesday afternoon the tw'o men smoked cigarettes composed of to bacco in smaller proportion than mari huana, and after a few minutes ran amuck. They went out into the street shout ing. vociferating and attacking every body. First they marched hand in hand, declaring that they were the bravest men on earth and would kill anybody who dared to say a word to the contrary, but at last Pino declared that he was still braver than his friend, and a fight followed, the two receiving dangerous wounds. They were captured and sent to the hospital, where they had to be put intc straiglitjackets. It is feared that the two men, if they recover from their wounds, will lose their minds perma nently, as is often the case with mari huana smokers.—Mexican Herald. Reading the Bible. It was the meeting of the Christian Endeavor society. Near the close the leader suggested that each one should tell what part of the Bible he read the most, and give the reason. The last one to speak was a lad. who said with a little hesitation that he read the first chapter of Genesis m*e than any others. A look of surprise and curiosity was manifest in all the listeners, as he went on to give his reason: “You see, I always resolve every New' Year that I will begin and read the Bible through, but I never get very far. and, of course. I always have to make a new hpginning ’’—New 'Srttiunf .. iMIl III I I MWII l804==Leu)is and Clark Cekbration==1904 By JR. G. Sheldon, Special Correspondent. One hundred years ago.—the morn ing of August 3. 1804.—a party of forty three white men might have been seen I spreading the mainsail of a clumsy I Missouri river bateau as an awning on a little plain above the high water Wei of the Missouri river, at the end of a woody ridge about seventy feet high, in Nebraska, sixteen miles above where now stands the city of Omaha. A little later a procession of fourteen Indians.—members of the Otoe and j Missouri tribes.—wound its way to the ; shelter of the awning. 1 ney were ac | eompanied by that omnipresent being in the region a hundred years ago—a Frenchman living with a squaw—who acted as interpreter. When all were seated, began the first council of the ; United States government with the Indian inhabitants of the Louisiana purchase,—first act in the drama of a i century of struggle between white Americans and red Americans for pos ! session of an empire. The representa tives of the United States government told the Indians that they were no longer Spanish or French, but Amer i icans—a piece of news which we are told gave them great joy. They were promised the protection of the govern ment at Washington, and its advice in the future. In reply the six chiefs of the Indian delegation declared «.ney were pleased with the chauge of gov ernment. that they wanted to trade with the new great father, and espe cially they wanted arras to defend themselves from their enemies. (What little cause for pleasure if they had known that the change meant to be dispossessed of their homes and hunt j ing grounds.) At llie eilU Ui lllf tUUIJ' 11 4 amr I presents.—a medal hung by a cord placed round the neck of each of the six chiefs, paint, garters and cloth, a canister of gunpowder, and the most significant of all. a bottle of whiskey! Thus began the official relations of the United States government with the Otoe and Missouri Indians. How ! prophetic it was of the future let him who cares to know read from the last official report of the Indian agent at the Otoe and Missouri Indian agency in Oklahoma. Diminished in numbers from 2.000 to 370. the agent says. ; ‘ many of these people are addicted to drink and are, both men and women, inveterate gamblers, the Otoe being especially bad about the gambling. No punishment seems at all to mitigate I these evils. Their days are spent in almost utter idleness, and worse, for I vice and debauchery are rampant.” The names of three of these chiefs have been preserved for us in the rec j ord. The principal chiefs present were Shongotongo. or Big Horse, an Otoe; Wethea. or Hospitality, a Missouri, and Shosguscan. or White Horse, an Otoe. The spot w as named by Lewis and ; Clark Council Bluff, from the circum stances which there took place, and their report of the council concludes with a recommendation of the location for a “fort and trading factory.” Fifteen years after the historic coun cil here described, the first steamboat (the "Western Engineer) to navigate Missouri waters arrived five miles be low the Council Bluff. It carried Ma jor Long with a party of engineers and scientists who were to make the first scientific survey of. the region. This expedition found already at Council Biun a iorce oi i nueu oiuies suiuier» engaged in building a fort, afterward called Fort Atkinson. This fort for the next eight years was the most ad vanced frontier post of the United States army, always having several companies of troops and sometimes more than a regiment In 1827 the post was abandoned and the troops moved to Fort Leavenworth. Some of the buildings were dismantled by the troops. Some were burned by Indians or hunters. There still remained on 1 the plateau of Council Bluff in 1854. when the territory was organized and white settlers came in to take up claims, a -ast amount of debris— brick and limestone walls, beams and timbers. The early settlers hauled this away by the wagon-load to build chimneys, make foundations and to curb wells, yet so great was the quan tity that thirty years later farmers were still hauling bricks away. Both these historic sites, that of the council of 1804 and that of Fort At- ; klnson. are within a few- hundred yards of the present railway station of Fort Calhoun. There yet remain piles of brickbats and debris, long rows of ex Otoe County Huh 7.900 Children. County Superintendent R. C. King has made the following report of chil dren in Otoe county of school age, which includes all children between the ages of 5 and 21. There are 3.609 girls and 3,578 boys, a total of 7.209, or 21 more children of school age in the county than were reported last year. It’s a woman’s privileges to change not only her mind, but her name as well. F. W. Lambert, of Mullen, called on ! State Veterinarian W. A. Thomas and discussed the cattle situation: “It is safe to say that all the cattle in the grazing region, at least all in Hooner j county and its vicinity, will be dipped ' this summer,” said Mr. Lambert. “The itch which has been prevalent in the range region got so bad that some thing had to be done. The owners of j herds began in the spring of their own : accord, no coercion being required j from the state. The soda water business is apt to be a fizzle. cavations marking the barrack cellars, deep pits, once powder magazines, a noble locust grove planted in the early fort days, whose seeds have given life to a multitude of other locust groves in the state. Every year the farmer’s plow and the gardener's rake reaps a harvest of military buttons and early coins. Spanish coins of the seven teenth and eighteenth centuries make the bulk of the crop, showing how dose the connection with Spain and how long after American purchase and occupation her mintage maintained its supremacy. Somewhere.—within a few hundred yards of this field bearing its annual harvest of relies.—is the spot where Lewis and Clark sat vis-a-vis to Nebraska Indians in the first Louisiana purchase council. No student of the place is yet bold enough to drive a stake and cry “Eureka.” At the base of the plateau ran the river in 1804 and in 1819, whose waters are now three miles away toward the Iowa bluffs, with marsh and lake and culti vated farms between. In the days of Fort Atkinson the hill above the plateau was occupied by the fort cemetery, where were buried sev eral hundred soldiers and others. After the military abandonment the headstones were broken, scattered and lost, except parts of two with the date 1823. now in the museum of the Ne braska State Historical society. The very mounds themselves were for the most part obliterated, and on the slopes where the rains wash the plow now and then throws out a fragment of a human skeleton. In November, 1901. J. A. Barrett and A. E. Sheldon, of the Nebraska State Historical society office staff, explored and photographed the features of both sites under the guidance of W. H. Woods, who has lived on the ground for thirty years and has a passion for historical work. On our return the suggestion was made that the centen nial of the council ought to be cele brated. In June. 1902. Mr. E. E. Black man of the historical society visited the site and in discussion with Mr. Woods proposed the erection of a monument. These were the prelim inary steps by the Nebraska State His <v/i ai aui iri> . On the other hand, the Daughters of the American Revolution, independent of any outside suggestion, were mov ing in the same direction. In the sum mer of 1899 ladies of the Omaha chap ter visited the site of old Fort Atkin son. were charmed with its beauty and associations, and discussed plans for erecting a monument to mark its site. In the summer of 1901. Mrs. S. B. Pound, of Lincoln, state regent of the D. A. R.. noted the report of the erec tion of the Pike monument in Kansas. Xhis stimulated her zeal to do the same by the historic sites in Nebraska. She read up “he early records and, finding that the Lewis and Clarke council was held on the Fort Atkinson plateau, proposed at a meeting held in October. 1901. the project of mark ing the site. Af a general meeting of the state chapter of the D. A. R. in the summer of 1902 it was resolved to ask the state to take the initiative. According, in the legislative session of 1902, Representative George L. Loomis of Dodge county introduced a bill appropriating $2,000 to erect an appropriate monument. After a hard fight the bill was lest. Both the Sta*e Historical society and the Daughters of the Revolution joined forces in the winter of 1904 for a common monument and celebration. A joint meeting of representatives of the State HDtorual society. Daughters of the Revolution, and Sone of the Revolution was held at the Millard hotel, Omaha, June 1C. 1904. at which committees were appointed as fellows: Kerlouflly Burned by Lamp, A 10-year-old daughter of Martin Sorenson, who lives at the corner of Seventeenth and F streets, -•Fremont, was quite badly burned by accidentally overturning a lamp. The lamp set fire to her clothing and the furniture in the room. Her injuries are very pain ful, but not dangerous. Mrs. George, widow of the late Henry George, the political economist of New York, died at her home in Monticello, N. Y., aged 60 years. Hugh Flanagan, a demented man. was taken in charge at the farm of w,»dc *riam= five miles southeast of Humboldt. He was wandering in a uein. He had in his pockets many pa pers and receipts from different lodges of plumbers. The last card was issued bv loral union No. 8 of Kansas City, and was dated June 15, 1904. Sheriff Anderson of Butte raptured three herse thieves, “Rube" Newton. “Bill” Bennett of Lynch, and Ed. Adams of Baker. Newton and Bencett admi* their guilt. Adams will be taken to Holt county, where he is alleged to have committed the crime. On program, Mrs. C. S. Lobengier J. W. Batten, and A. E. Sheldon. On ar rangements. J. H. Daniels, Amos Field, Mrs. A. C. Troup. Mrs. S. B. Pound. E. E. Blackman. Since that time the committees have been busy completing plans for the celebration. August 3rd. It was re solved after much discussion to place the monument in the yard of the Cal houn public school, under the shade of giant locust trees whose parents gre« on the old Fort Atkinson site. This is at some little distance from both the Fort Atkinson and the probable Lewis and Clarke sites, but is in a con spicuous public place where it can have the care of future generations of school children and teachers. After a long search for a suitable Nebraska stone to make the monument, a boulder was found by Mrs. Pound on the farm of Mr. F. Lonsdale, about two miles north of Lincoln. It is a beautiful bluish pink Sioux Falls quartzite, weighing about eight tons, found resting on a hillside amid a mass of companion boulders and gravel, where it had been dropped by a melting glacier which carried it on its long journey from the mother lode north of the Missouri river. This huge boulder h^s been raised lettered and shipped to Fort Calhoun, where it awaits the celebra tion of the hundred years anniversary since white men and Indians first struck bauds on the Nebraska soil. The stone hears on one face the in scription: ******************** * * * 1804-1904 * * * * LEWIS and CLARKE • * * * [Emblem of D. A. R.] * * * ******************** On another face: ******************** • • * Plated by * • • * Daughters of the American * * Revolution. Sons of the * * American Revolution, and * * the State Historical Society * * of Nebraska. * * • • **•****•**»#*****•« RegUtration Was 104.324. The total registration for home stead homes on the Rosebud reserva tion to be opened by the government was 104.324, distributed as follows: Bonesteel, 34.0G4; Fairfax, 8.GiH>; Yankton. 37.434: Chamberlain, G.13G. There are about 2.G00 quarter sec tions to he opened to homestead en try, the drawing for which will be held under government supervision at Chamberlain. S. D.. August 28. Commissioner W. A. Richards of the general land office has left Washing ton for Bonesteel. S. D.. where he will superintend toe drawing which opens to settlement nearly half a million acres of lands formerly belonging to the Rosebud Indian reservation. _ % I.«t the Fight Go On. A telegram from Cleveland. O.. says: ‘ A tremendous fight is brewing be tween the steel interests and the big railroads of the United States. The cause of the impending war is the un derstanding that the United States Steel corporation is planning to build a railroad from Lorain to Pittsburg. The railroads say that if this is done they will first refuse either to accept shipments from or give business to this road. In addition they threaten to build mills with which to make all the steel that is used by the railroads that are represented in what is known as the community of intei'ests.” May Cut G. A. R. Rated. Dissatisfied with the conditional rate proposition being put forth by the Central Passenger association lines in connection with the G. A. R. encamp ment at Boston, the lines of the West ern Passenger association have de cided to fix no special rates east of Chicago. Tickets are on sale August 12. w hen rate cutting Is anticipated. Children's Day in St. Coni*. It is announced that the world's fair management has decided to admit chil dren under fifteen years old free on certain dates to be specified from time to time. It is decided that August 2 would be the first date for free ad missions under this rule. There must be one adult to each five children to get the benefit of the rule. Impatient Merchant—"When are you going to make up your mind to pay me for that bedstead you bought six weeks ago?” Impassive Customer—“Well. I never make up my mind in a hurry about anything. You’ll have to let me sleep on it some more.” Mistress—“And so you are going to get married, Bridget?” Irish Servant—“Yes. mum; you see, I think every girl ought to get mar ried at least once in her life.” Mrs. Cutter—What were those large, red, white and blue ivory lozenges I saw' in your pocket last night? Mr. Cutter—Oh, those—those .are trading stamps, my dear. Mrs. Cutter—There, that’s just what I thought they were.- but mamma de clares they bad something to do with some kind of a game. John Gebhart sold his large and well improved farm three miles east of Phillips, to W. R. Long, of Washing ton Center, Mo., consideration, $10, OftO. Mr. Long will t«k«» —, of the place some time in October. Mr. Fremont will have a chautauqua as sembly this year. The date has been fixed from Monday, August 1, to Wed nesday. August 10. It will be held in Irving park, where a large tent will be put up for the program. It’s easy to rejoice over the success of your brother, so long as his suc cess isn’t greater than yours. We all ha o our trials, and most of us like to roij-urt them in full. A man’s left hand is his write hand when he is left-handed. THE SILVER LINING. SWEET THOUGHT TO SUSTAIN THE FALTERER, -Tis Well, Perchance, We Are Tried and Bowed; For Be Sure, Thougn We May Not Oft See It Below. There's a Silver Lining to Every Cloud.” The poet or priest who told tis this Served mankind in the holiest wav; For it lit up the earth with the stai of bliss That beacons the soul with cheerful ray. Too otten we wander despairing and blind. Breathing our useless murmurs aloud: But tis kinder to bid us seek and find I “A silver lining to every cloud." May we not walk in the dingle ground Where naught hut autumn's dead leaves are seen; But search beneath them, and peeping around Are the young spring tufts of blue and green. Tis a beautiful eye that ever perceives The presence ot God in mortality s crowd; Tis a saving creed that think- and believes “There s a silver lining to every cloud.'' I.et us look closely before we condemn Kushes that bear no bloom nor fruit. Inere may not be beauty in leaves »r stem. But virtue may dwell far down at the root; i And let us beware how we utterly spurn Brothers that seem all cold and pr >ud; II tneir bosoms were opened, perchance we might. There s a silver lining to every cloud.” ! kf* us “oj cast out Mercy and Truth W hen Guilt is before us in chains and shame. W hen passion and vice have cankered Vyuth. And Age lives on with a branded name; Something of good may still i«e there Though its voice may never be twrd aloud, Bor- black with the vapors of pes tilent air. r There s a silver lining to every cloud.'* Sad are the sorrows that oftentimes come. Heavy and dull and blighting and chill. Shutting the light from our heart and our home. Marring our hopes and defying our BH* let *?? not 8lnk beneath the woe; Tis well, perchance, we are tried and bowed; For be sure, though we mav not oft s»e it below. “There's a silver lining to every cloud.” And when stern Death, with skeleton hand. Has snatched the flower that grew in our breast. Do we not think of a fairer land Where the lost are found and tha weary at rest? ^b, the^ hupe of the unkpown Future In its purest strength o'er the coffin and shroud! The shadow is dense, but Faith s spirt voice sings: “There s a silver lining to every cloud.** __—Eliza Cook. WANTED TO GET EVEN. Down-Trodden Man Eager for Satis faction Before He Died. Aboard the great ship the silence ot despair reigned. She had struck on an uncharted reef, and owing to the heavy sea the boats had either been stove in against the ship's side or swamped in the attempt to lower. A stalwart pass ! enger stole up to the captain's side. "Do you think, captain," he asked "that there is the slightest chance oi our being saved?” Look here," said the skipper, in tones of disgust, “that's the fourth time you ve asked me that question Why, you great lubberly brute. 1 be lieve you're the greatest coward aboard!” “S-sh! No, I'm not.” said the burly passenger. “But look here. You see ! that old buffer standing by the rail? Well, he's my rich uncle, and all my life I've done nothing but put up with his cantankerousness and humor him every way I could. But if the ship's going down, and there’s no hope. I'd like time to give him just one gcvrt sound kick for all the trouble he has put me to!” Just then the ship of rescue hove m sight, and above the shout of joy the raucous voice of the old man by ?he rail was heard, commanding his duti ful nephew to fetch his bed-socks and hot-water bottle from his water-logged stateroom. Victim of Circumstance. Zola's method of studying the char acters—many of which were so revolt ing—in his great nature novels show that he takes the mind of his character and places it on the operating table as the surgeon places the body which is to be operated on. He studies every nerve, every sentiment, every thought, as the surgeon follows the veins and arteries laid open before his eyes. Tc Zola's mental vision certain conditions, certain environments, on certain char aciers, certain minds, would bring about certain results, and from the re suits of this surgical diagnosis of the mentality of his character he elabor ates the life, actions and thoughts of the men or women whom his brain has created, says the New York Herald. No surgeon can operate upon him self. No woman can know herself as she really is; therefore she can only tell you the truth about herself in so far as that truth is known to her by the training she has received, fitting her for the station in life to which she was born. Mayhap, I agree with the playwright that no woman can tell the truth about herself. Yet she Is not a liar, only the victim of cir cumstances. Just by the Way. “Look here.” said the irate man who had purchased a lot. ‘ sight un seen,” in Frogmore, the newest res idence suburb. “I've been swindled and I’ll have the law on you.” “What now?” asked the impertur bable boomer. "There isn’t a house within a mile of the lot I bought.” “Well, who said there was?” “You, sir; you did.” “Why, my dear sir, you must be dreaming. I said nothing of the sort.” “Didn’t I ask you if there were any residences close by?” “I believe you did.” “And didn't you answer ‘just lots?’ ” “Yes.” “Well? Don’t you call that a mis representation?” “Certainly not. Isn’t that what you found around there—‘just lots?’ ”— Baltimore American. Honor for Maj. Lacey. Major John F. Lacey of Oskaloosa. Ia., has been named for the eighth con secutive time as the Republican can didate for United States Congressman from the Sixth-district^