Loup City Northwestern
J. W. BURLEIGH, Publisher.
LOUP CITY, - - NEBRASKA.
No youth without .a catcher’s glove
can expect to makg an Impression on
the public.
But some people have supposed that
every perfect lady always carried a
rat on to the street car.
The new governor of Jamaica i3 said
to be “affable and democratic.” Com
paratively speaking?
A hundred years ago two enterpris
ing merchants were ducked once for
every missing ounce.
Oxford is to confer the degree of
bachelor of letters on Mark Twain.
Oxford can't expect any gift from
King Leopold.
There are 85 widows in Bowdoin
ham, Me., a village of 1,300 inhabit
ants. The youngest is 29, the oldest
widow is 99 years old.
As if there were not enough street
perils on wheels already, a prominent
physician advises stout elderly men
to go in for roller skating.
Swinbourne, the English poet, who
lias just passed his seventieth birth
day anniversary, is writing a trag
edy based on Caesar Borgia.
Andrew Carnegie has sailed for Eu
rope to recover his health, thus dem
onstrating that, although he is a man
ot steel, he has not a constitution of
iron.
The California man who sold his
inheritance to a million for $80,000,
rather than wait a couple of years for
it, must have needed the money
badly.
Dr. Osier says hope is one of the
best medicines people can, have. A
good thing about such medicine is
that one can hardly take- an overdose
of it. •
A professor at Berne university is
Mile. Gertrude Woker. She Is 26,
and passed-all her examinations some
time ago with great distinction. She
lectures on physics and chemistry.
The thief who snatched a pocket
book and a package of ham from a
woman was no seeker after analogy.
However, the pocket book may, have
been one of pigskin.
Even prosperity has its disadvan
tages. A Xew York policeman has
been discharged because a prisoner
slipped through an opening and es
caped, and he tvas too fat to fol
low.
The outcome of the fund left to the
city of Boston by Benjamin Franklin
so long ago, which matured last year,
and was doubled by an endowment
from Andrew Carnegie, is to be a fine
trade school.
The oldest Alpinist living is M. C.
Russi, a schoolmaster of Andermatt,
who has just celebrated his one hun
dred and first birthday. Last summer
he, accompanied by several Alpinists,
made his last climb, ascending the
Gutsch mountain, nearly 7,000 feet,
without assistance.
A trolley line is to be constructed
from Washington to Gettysburg. That
will facilitate sightseeing and will be
an added attraction for visitors to the
national capital. The construction of
trolley railroads is one of the remark
able developments of the age, and the
probability is that in course of time all
the points of special interest in that
quarter, and notably the battlefields on
which the Army of the Potomac fig
ured during the civil war, will be
brought within easy reach by this
means.
Philadelphia has at last started
something original. Prof. Stecher, di
rector of physical instruction in the
public schols, has decided that the
young women employed as teachers in
the summer schools must qualify
themselves as haseball umpires and
supervise the games of their pupils.
This will not only increase respect for
the umpire in the rising generation,
but it opens a new field of employ
ment for women that is at once digni
fied and remunerative. And quite
possibly man will be willing to surren
der the job.
Russian statesmen seem to object to
a physical connection between Ameri
ca and Asia as effectively if not as
vigorously as British statesmen object
to physical connection between Eng
land and France, remarks the Youth’s
Companion. The plan to tunnel the
English channel so that railroad trains
may run from London to Paris has
lately been disproved by the British
government, and last month the Rus
sian cabinet rejected the proposal
made by an American syndicate to dig
a railroad tunnel under Bering Strait,
to provide connection between the
Alaskan and the Trans-Siberian rail
ways.
The bill recently passed by the Illi
nois legislature -forbidding the police
to photograph prisoners for the rogues’
gallery except after conviction is mere
ly an indorsement of the right of an
accused person to be held innocent un
til he is proved guilty. It is generally
commended.
By the election oFLord Michaelham
• (formerly Herbert Stern) as an aider
man of the city of London the Jews
again have a representative in the
London council and may look for
ward to the induction of another Jew
ish lord mayor.
King Edward is not only the peace
maker of Europe, but he is the great
diplomat. His visit to Carthagena
and Alfonso XIII. has proved a (mas
ter stroke. Just as his visit to Paris
a year ago sealed and delivered the
entente cordiale, so his friendliness
with the young monarch has delighted
Spain.
Nearly every camel in Egypt’ is said
to have been named after President
Roosevelt. The same camels are
probably named after King Edward
, * when the travelers in Egypt happen
_ to ^
11 ur/tf///.
CHAPTER VIM.—Continued.
“Do you mind telling me what it
was?”
“Willoughby, the man who was
killed, loved a" Miss Brett. She was
at this hotel last night with her moth
er. They heard of my being here, and
did me the honor to send for me, and
to ask from me the details of the
tragedy.”
Locke's heatty face was agitated
equally by sympathy and surprise.
“Miss Brett!” he cried. “That must
bo the sister of Sir Mortimer, Brett.”
■* “You know her?” I demanded
eagerly.
“I have never seen her, but I know
something of Sir Mortimer. He is
the most picturesque figure in the
English diplomatic service.”
“Why picturesque? That is a
strange adjective to describe a Brit
ish minister. Who is he, and how do
you happen to know him?”
“He is,consul general and minister
plenipotentiary at Sofia, Bulgaria.
There is not an attache in Europe to
day who has not an inquisitive eye
cocked at Sir Mortimer Brett.”
“And his claims to distinction?”
“Two only, my dear fellow, but they
are sufficient to make any man notor
ious. First of all, scandal has been
busy with his illustrious name. How
ever I am afraid that's a very or
diranv sort of notoriety. But when
I tell you the scber fact that1 if he
just winked war would break out in
the Balkan peninsula you will grant
that he is a factor in the game of
European politics,”
“I have heard enough to have my
curiosity excited. T.ell me more of the
man who controls the destiny of a w< ■
tion. The scandal, for instance. Is it
a matter of common newspaper pub
licity? I have figured in the papers
myself lately, and I feel a certain
sympathy for a fellow-sufferer?" .
“Oh, the newspapers have made him
squirm a bit, no doubt. But my
sources of information are more ac
curate than mere newspaper gossip.
You see, 1 happen to be the Ameri
can consul here.”
“Then your gossip of the embassies
ought to be worth listening to.”
1 settled myself in my chair and
lighted a fresh cigarette.
“My dear chap., you are asking too
much of me—reiilly you are! The
situation in the Balkans! Good Lord,
that's too appalling a subject to be
discussed between two friends who
have just met.”
“Locke,” I replied diplomatically, “I
suppose you wish to discuss me and
my unfortunate affair. Well, I don’t.
If you wish to show me that you be
lieve me not quite so black as I am
painted, ignore the matter complete
ly.”
“Of course, of course,” he hastened
to assure me. “And i»u really wish
to understand why wa« would break
out to-morrow in the Balkans if Sir
Mortimer Brett lifted his little fin
ger?”
“If such a knowledge is the prelude
to the scandal that concerns him.”
“Very well,” he agreed good-natured
ly. “But don’t despair if you are still
muddled after ten minutes’ talk on
Balkan politics; Count von Bulow has
said that the man who comprehends
the situation in the Balkan State does
not exist. But to understand how
Sir Mortimer’s influence may plunge
Europe into -war to-day, just as surely
as when Madame de Pompadour
twisted Louis XV about her little fin
ger, you must know something of the
trouble that seethes and bubbles in
Turkish-Macedoni i ”
“Even the word Turkish-Macedonia
is a mere geography name to me."
“Hang it, have I got to give you a
lesson in geography as well as in his
tory?” growled Locke. “Well, Mace
donia is actually no state or country.
It is simply a term to designate a
strip of Turkish territory immediately
to the south of Bulgaria. It is with in
dependent Bulgaria and insurgent
Macedonia that our friend Sir Morti
mer Brett is concerned. In a word,
the situation is this: Bulgaria, long
freed from the Turkish yoke, would
help struggling Macedonia to gain
her freedom.
“Macedonia itself is an extraordin
ary hodgepodge of races—Greeks,
Turks, Serbs, Bosnians, Bulgars—
there are a dozen dirty little races,
and half a dozen fanatic sects ail
ready to fly at each other’s throats if
they were not too busy struggling for
their freedom. But Greek, Catholic,
Jew, they are all- ready to die cheer
fully if they can down their Turkish
oppressor. It is just this sublime
struggle for freedom that gives a
touch of nobility to mongrel, snarling,
snapping Macedonia. These Mace
donians for yearn have been putting
up one of the pluckiest running fights
imaginable. The House of Commons
indulges in solemn, piffle about what
they choose to rail the Balance of
Criminality. In other words, they pro
fess to think that the atrocities com
mitted by the Turks and the Mace
donians are equally horrible. But, as
a matter of fact, English knowledge of
Macedonian affairs is doled out by the
London Times, which in turn gets its
iacts from the English embassy at
Constantinople, professedly pro-Turk
ish in its sympathies.”
“How do you account for that?” I
demanded with a show of interest.
Locke's lecture was not thrilling, but
f listened patiently; for I realized
that his information was necessary if
I would understand Sir Mortimer's
predicament.
"The missionaries,” continued
I'Ocke, “know only too well that the
unspeakable Turk Is an even greater
scoundrel than Kr. Gladstone chose to
believe him. Bit the Foreign Office,
’you will understand, does not Intend
to risk the peace of
raging and slaughter of a few thous
ands of Macedonian women and chil
dren.
“For several years they have con
tinued a guerrilla warfare—if you can
dignify the dynamiting of a railroad
or a bridge and the stealthy slaughter
of unarmed bands as warfare. The
Macedonian campaign has been man
aged by a body of men who have their
headquarters at Sofia, in Bulgaria.
‘They fight in bands. Their arms
are hidden in the fields or in the caves
of the mountains. When a Turkish
host surrounds one of these bands it
finds peaceful peasants herding their
sheep on the hills or tilling their
fields.”
“Such a hopeless struggle as this
might continue for years,” I interrupt
ed. “Where does Bulgaria come in?”
' “Bulgaria comes in right here with
a flourish of trumpets, and Prince
Ferdinand is at the head of the pro
cession.
“Actuallly Bulgaria is independent;
nominally. Ferdinand does fealty to
the Sultan, and at the same time is
under the thumb bf Russia. He is a
petty princeling with as inordinate a
sense 6i his own importance as a can
nibal king in a top hat. He has sur
rounded himself with more state than
a' czar or a kaiser. Ferdinand’s great
ambition is to be crowned king. Now
he only rejoices in the title of prince.
He has vainly implored his great mas
ter Russia's permission'to assume that
title, but Czar Nicholas prefers that
little Ferdinand be humble. ‘Then if
you won’t let me "be king,' says Fer
dinand, ‘I won't play with you any
young man, I understand. But be ha9
already had 15 years to hts experience
as a diplomatist. He has been trusted
implicitly by the British foreign office.
He has been nothing less than a dic
tator in Bulgarian affairs, so far as
England is concerned.’ There have
been repeated attempts to bribe him.
But he has been strong enough to re
sist all pressure—whether it be ex
erted by the sultan or by Ferdinand.
But after an unblemished record of
15 years this Bayard in politics has
fallen a victim to a vulgar intrigue
with a political adventuress.
“Countess Sarahoff is the adven
turess— a woman of marvelous charm
and beauty. It is said she is the
friend of Prince Ferdinand; perhaps
it is he who first incited her to entice
Sir Mortimer from the path of recti
tude. Certain it is that she has been
successful In bringing Sir Mortimer
supinely to his knees before her, if
the gossip of the embassies is to be
believed.
“Now I can give you the situation in
a nutshell. If Sir Mortimer is recalled,
it is all up with Macedonia so far as
immediate help from Bulgaria is con
cerned. Sir Mortimer’s successor as
consul general will certainly be the
present vice-consul, and Jie is known
to be strongly adverse to the Mace
donian cause. Our Jewish banker will
refuse his loan to Ferdinand; .Ferdi
nand will be unable and unwilling to
subsidize an army; Macedonia.’s strug
gle will come to nothing for the pres
ent.”
“This banker must have remarkable
faith in Sir Mortimer,” I suggested,
“to think that he can influence the
British foreign office wheh his reputa
tion is already tottering.”
“My dear Hadden, I have been let
ting you behind the scenes. Our
banker friend in all probability has no
inkling of Sir Mortimer’s Impending
fall. There is nothing to damn a man
politically because he is in love with
a woman. It is true that there have
been innuendoes in plenty of the pa
pers. But who believes the papers?”
“And a king's messenger has al
ready been sent to Sofia to demand
Sir Mortimer's recall?” I asked,
thoughtfully.
“So they say, and now I come to a
really humorous phase of this episode
k
“The Situation in the Balkans! Good Lord, That’s Too Appalling a Sub
ject to Be Discussed.”
into
sure
Let
more.’ So Master Ferdinand is most
anxious to exchange the doubtful
friendship of Russia for a metre indul
gent protector. He has decided! that
he would like England to be that pro
tector.”
“But what has this to do with Bul
garia’s going to the assistance of
Macedonia?” I exclaimed, impatiently.
“Simply this: Ferdinand knows that
before he dare assume the title of
king, he must make himself more
popular with his subjects than he is at
present. Macedonia affords a con
venient means of accomplishing this.
But before he flings his army
Macedonia territory, he must be
that he will have a free hand.
England once assure him of her moral
support, and Ferdinand will invade
Macedonia to-morrow.”
“It is at this juncture, I suppose,
that Sir Mortimer Brett, consul gen
eral and minister plenipotentiary,
holds the center of the stage?”
“Yes, it is about his diplomatic head
that the elements rage. But a Jewish
banker of New York city runs him a
close second in importance.”
“A remarkable statement, that.”
“And this little Jew is a remarkable
man. A Macedonian by birth, he has
made five score of millions in Amer
ica. But he remembers his country
in the time of her need. It is he who
ofTers to clothe, arm, and feed the Bul
garian narmy, if it fights for the free
dom of his race. His one condition is
this: the invasion must have a rea
sonably sure chance of success. That
is assured, he thinks, when England
agrees to stand behind Bulgaria.”
“And the name of this Jewish
banker T’
“Otto Kuhn. One must not forget
him.”
CHAPTER IX.
The Episode of the English Ambassa
dor.
We are now ready for the extraor
dinary episode of Sir Mortimer Brett,”
Locke resumed. “I think you will find
that the narrative grows more inter?
eating.” -
of Sir Mortimer Brett. When the
king's messenger arrives at Sofia he
will be unable to deliver his dis
patches; he will find that his bird has
flown.”
“What! Sir Mortimer has left his
post, and with this woman?”
“Less than a week ago Sir Mortimer
was seen with Countess Sarahoff here
in Lucerne. He had left Sofia sud
denly under the plea of sickness#
whether real or assumed. And"'now
he has disappeared again from here,
and has left absolutely no trace of
his whereabouts.”
“So that when the king’s messenger
comes here he will still be unable to
deliver his dispatches. As you say, it
is an extraordinary state of affairs. I
suppose that Sir Mortimer continues
to be a properly credited ambassador
until he receives those dispatches?”
“Undoubtedly.” -
"And In the meanwhile there la a’
hue and cry tor him?”
“My dear fellow, I have told you
repeatedly that you are behind the
scenes. Ostensibly Sir Mortimer has
gone to the mountains for his health.
But the arrival here in Lucerne of the
mother and daughter Is significant.’’
“They come to rescue him from the
influence of Countess Sarahoff of
course. But if she has disappeared
with Sir Mortimer—” ,
“I saw you flirting with her at the
kursaal about an hour ago,” said
Locke, smiling at me grimly.
CHAPTER X.
The Death-Mask.
I had raised my glass carelessly to
my lips. I placed it slowly on the
table. I met Locke’s steady gaze not
merely in surprise, rather in complete
conviction. That was precisely the
kind of woman I had determined she
must be. But I had no intention of
discussing her with Locke. A plan
was already seething in my brain—a
plan infinitely more thrilling than res
cuing a comrade in the battlefield or a
traveler lost in the mountain-side. I
Intended to keep that plan to myself.
In the meanwhile I must have further
details of this escapade of the miss
ing ambassador.
“We will speak cf Countess Sara
lioff presently,” I said, returning his
smile coolly. “But tell me, why should
England adopt the slow and clumsy
expedient «f sending a king's messen
ger, as you call him. across Europe,
instead of demanding the instant re
call of the minister by cable? That
4s .my first question, and ray second
is this: are you my dear Locke, in
the secret councils of the British for
eign office that you know so much of
their plans?”
“A king's messenger,” drawled
Locke, "is supposed to have a brain
between his shoulders and to exercise
his discretion. The foreis^i office
would wish to be quite sure that the
scandal was not a clever ruse of a
secret agent of Russia or Turkey.
Even if the scandal exists, there
might be mitigating circumstances.”
“You wish me to infer that this
king’s messenger is given discretion
ary powers of delivering or withhold
ing his dispatch? But how do you
know that? That brings me to the
second question.”
My dear chap. I can put two and
two together, can't I? I can see a
church door, as Benedict said, when I
am standing in front of it.”
“Oh, then, you are simply guess
ing,” I cried, disgusted.
Locke spread the tips of his fingers
together, and regarded me humorous
ly. “You forget I am consul at
Lucerne? I, sir, am a personage.”
“Rubbish!” I exclaimed, brusquely.
“American consuls are not as a rule
deeply in the confidence of the min
isters in Dc*ming street.”
Locke laughed, looked about him
cautiously, then whispered:
“It’s something of a secret. Haddon.
Before I was consul at Lucerne I was
a newspaper man. Yes; don’t look
shocked. I am not averse to eking
out the magnificent income allowed
me by the United States government
by sending a budget of news occa
sionally to my old chief.”
“I understand; you newspaper men
are ubiquitous. Refore the mysterious
knowledge of the press I am silent.”
“I need hardly say that what I have
told you is strictly between our
selves.”
“Of course.”
“So far I have not breathed a word
of this extraordinary story. I wish
to make a grand coup. I am waiting
for the finale of the story—the dra
matic and perhaps tragic denouement.
For the end is not yet.”
So saying, Locke produced his pock
etbook. From its voluminous folds
he extracted an envelope. He held it
toward me in silence. I took it curi
ously. It bore an unfamiliar stamp.
“It is the stamp in the corner I
wish you to examine carefully. In
ten years a collector will pay a pretty
penny for this stamp. Already it is
as rare as strawberries in January.
It was issued less than a month ago
to mark the anniversary of Ferdi
nand’s succession to the throne. Yes,
it is his likeness and that of his son
you are looking at. But Ferdinand
would pay half a million francs if he
could buy 'up and destroy that issue
of stamps. In Bulgaria that is a sim
ple matter. His secret agents are on
the lookout in every capital of Eu
rope. But you see they are not wholly
successful.”
As Locke had suggested, I looked
critically at this double stamp which
had caused Ferdinand so much anx
iety,- Two heads were depicted. They
were placed side by side, a man of
middle age and a handsome boy. It
appeared to me a rather ordinary sort
of stamp.
“Hold it upside down,” commanded
Locke, impatiently. “Cover the left
hand corner with your hand, so. Now,
do you see that a portion of the heads
of the father and son makes an un
mistakable death-mask? And the
death-mask is that of Prince Ferdi
nand.”
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Blind Man Becomes Inventor
Iowa Falls, la.—Charles Abbott, the
blind piano tuner of this city, has
turned inventor, and is exhibiting the
working model of a heat regulator for
a chicken incubator on which he ha3
applied for patent. The regulator
gives the alarm when the heat in the
incubator becomes too high or too low.
The regulator is set for 103 degrees,
and when the heat varies a few de
grees above or below this mark the
regulator rises or falls, and, breaking
a circuit, rings an electric bell until
the owner regulates the heat to the
proper temperature. Mr. Abbott has
been blind all his life.
The Heart Was Secure.
Not long ago a fond and rather ro
mantically inclined father was ap
proached by a young man, whose in
tention was to ask the parent’s con
sent to the marriage of himself and
the other’s daughter.
After considerable stammering and
.<*»'
lently upon him. He rose and placed
one hand upon the youth’s shoulder in
a kindly way.
“So, so. Yes, after all, I guess my
little girl is grown up, and must have
a mate,” he said. "Tell me frankly,
young man, is it her heart or her
money that you ar$ after?”
The young fellow blushed painfully,
but with a thrill of pride, threw out
his chest and answered, ‘1 already
have her heart in my keeping, sir!”
In the Wrong Shop.
“Doctor,” said the visitor with the
fur-lined collar, “there’s something the
matter with me.”
“Well,” responded the doctor, “1
knew that when I saw you as Hamlet
last night, -but I can’t do anything for
yon. Curing hams is out of my line”
Truth.
Paste this in your hat: To thine
own self , be false, and it must follow,
as the night the day, thou cans! not
SAHARA GROWING DRYER.
French Observer Says the Oases Are
Shrinking and Will Disappear.
■ C. F. Gautier, a French explorer, Is
authority for the statement that the
Sahara is continuously becoming drier
to such an extent that the oases are
perceptibly drying up 9nd will disap
pear altogether in a relatively short
time. He quotes historic records and
physical signs to show that springs
were at one time more plentiful than
now, and that the extent of the
patches where vegetation flourishes
were much greater even 50 to 100
years ago.
As the climate of the region has un
dergone no change in perhaps thou
sands of years, he believes that the
disappearance of the water must be
due to purely mechanical causes. He
considers that it is due to the con
tinual advance of the great sand
masses to the,north, thus forming an
impenetrable barrier against the wa
tershed of the Atlas mountains.—N. Y.
Sun.
“Whickers.”
“Yv'hiskers” wa3 a word formerly
used to designate the hair on the up
per lip. Scott mbre than once speaks
of whiskers on the upper lip" and so
does Defoe in “Robinson Crusoe.”
Johnson defined a "whisker” as the
hair growing on the upper lip or chefek
unshaven; a mustachio.” It seems to
have taken its name from a fancied
resemblance to a small brush, to
“whisk” properly meaning to sweep,
and a ’’whisker” having been a par
ticular kind of feather brush—also, in
the slang of a former time, a switch
or rod.- In the seventeenth century a
“whisker” signified among other
things a brazen lie, a “whopper."
Laundry work at home would be
much more satisfactory if the right
Starch were used. In order to get the
desired stiffness, it is usually neces
sary to use so much starch that the
beauty and fineness of the fabric is
hidden behind a paste of varying
thickness, which pot only destroys the
appearance, but also affects'the wear
ing quality of the goods. This trou
ble can be entirely overcome by using
Defiance Starch, as it can be applied
much more thinly because of its great
er strength than other makes.
Not So Long.
There was so much ceremony con
nected with a church cornerstone lay
ing in New York city a few weeks ago
that the moving picture machine man
felt warranted to take a couple of
miles of photographs.
These pictures proved to be very
good, and large crowds were delight
ed with the exact reproduction of the
dedicatory exercises.
“I like the moving pictures better
than I did the original service,” con
fessed a prominent member of the
congregation.
“You do," gasped a devout elder.
‘Tm surely pained to hear you say so.
Y/hy should you prefer the pictures?”
“Because the picture man,” an
swered the prominent member, pleas
antly, “cut out all the sermons.”
One Redeeming Feature.
A youthful New York artist recently
invited a friend to dinner in her stu
dio. As the bachelor maid's skill was
greater in miking colors than in ca
tering to grosser tastes, the dinner
was something to gnash one’s teeth at
and upon. The roast chicken was
tough, the potatoes were underdone,
the pineapple salad was pithy.' In an
guish of mind, the young hostess sank
to the depths of apologizing. .
“The dinner was delightful, I assure
you,” said her guest, a charming worn
on who would cheerfully have perish
ed at the stake rather than utter a
tactless word: “I have rarely tasted
such tender gravy.”
Starch, like everything else, Is be
ing constantly improved, the patent
Starches put on the market 25 years
ago are very different apd inferior to
those of the present day. In the lat
est discovery—Defiance Starch—all in
jurious chemicals are omitted, while
the addition of another ingredient, in
vented by us, gives to the Starch a
strength and smoothness never ap
proached by other brands.
When a woman is unable to get
what she wants she tries to convince
herself that it wasn’t worth having
anyway.
We cannot understand a character
greater than our own until something
congenial to it has grown up within
ourselves.—Whipple.
BACKACHE IS KIDNEYACHE.
Cure the Kidneys and the Pain Willi
Never Return.
Only one way to cure an aching:
back. Cure the cause, the kidneys.
_ Thousands tell of
cures made by
Doan’s Kidney Pills.
John C. Coleman, a.
prominent merchant
i of Swainsboro, Cla.,
says: “For several
years my kidneys
were affected, and
my back ached day
AoK I and night. I was
languid, nervous and lame in the
morning. Doan’s Kidney Pills helped
me right away, and the great relief
that followed has been permanent.”
Foster-Milbum Co., Buffalo, N. Y.
Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a box.
Return of the Prodigal. /
“I do play In tough luck sometimes.”
; declared the impecunious girl. “Last
| night, you remember how it rained. I
! h'appened to be in the neighborhood
J of some friends of mine whom I had
not seen since the last hard rain. I
! concluded to call. Before they asked
j me in they grabbed the umbrella I
! carried, hurried across the room with
i it, placed it in a closet there and
locked th$ doo’r on it. “Thank
heaven!” they cried. “At last! Our
long lost umbrella!”
A Bright Man.
"Yes, he is very bright.” “Always
says the right thing at the right time,
I suppose?” “Better than that; he al
ways keeps still at the right time.”
You always get full value in Lewis’
> Single Binder straight 5e cigar. Your
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On her wedding day a young widow
i always wonders how many men will
commit suicide on her account.
PULE, WjM PEOPLE
MADE STRONG AND ENERGETIC
BY DR. WILLIAMS’ PINK PILLS.
General Breakdown Caused by Defi
cient Blood Quickly Corrected by
This Tonic Remedy.
A feeling of general ■weakness, poor
appetite, loss of breath after the slight
est exercise and broken sleep are some
of the symptoms of general debility.
Ton may think that they have no relation
to each other and that yon -will worry
along, hoping all the time to feel better
soon. This is a mistake, for every on©
of the symptoms is caused by bad blood,
which must be made pure and new
before health will be restored again. A
tonic treatment is necessary and for this
purpose there is no better remedy than
Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills.
Mr. J. G. Havey, of 95 Willow St.,
Chelsea, Mass., says: “I was sick for a
number of years from general debility
and indigestion. I was never free from
stomach trouble and my nerves were so
shattered that the least excitement un
fitted me for any serious work. My
sleep was restless on account of terrible
pains in the small of my back. These
pains would sometimes last for a month
or two. My sight grew weak .there seem
.ing to be a blur constantly before my
eyes. I couldn’t concentrate my mind
on my work, and the attempt to do so
completely exhausted me.
“I was finally forced to give up a
position I liad held for twenty-eight
years. After trying several medicines
without help, I read of Dr. Williams’
Pink Pills and gave them a trial. They
made me feel so much better and so
much stronger tliat I started in business
for myself here in Chelsea. I have
never liad a return of my former sick
ness and cheerfully recommend Dr. W il
liams’ Pink Pills as an excellent nerve
and blood tonic.”
Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills have long
been recognized as an excellent tonio
remedy in cases of indigestion and gen
eral debility, where the stomach and
other organs of the body are weakened
and disordered simply through lack of
proper nourishment. They liave also
been especially successful in curing
anseiaia, rheumatism, after-effects of the
grip and fevers.
A pamplilet on “Diseases of the
Blood ” and a copy of our diet book will
be sent free on request to anyone inter
Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills are sold by
all druggists, or sent, postpaid, on receipt
of price, 50 cents per box, six boxes for
$3.50, by tlie Dr. Williams Medicine
Company, Schenectady, N. Y.
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16 ounces to
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—other starches only 12 ounces—same price and
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