Loup City Northwestern
J. W. BURLEIGH, Publisher.
LOUP CITY, - • NEBRASKA.
Sir Olive.' Uidge says he has real'r
'alke-1 with spirits. Spirits make lot"
of men talk. _
Pres Castro defying the United
States looks a good deal like a jackals
defying the lightning.
Older people must learn to speak
the baseball language if they wish to
associate with their sons.
Naturally no Spanish experts have
ventured to contribute anything to
the criticism of the American navy.
The Oneida. X V woman who con
cealed $11,500 in a mattress could at
times he said to be fairly rolling in
money.
Kitchener is keeping his pitching
arm in training among the Afridis
He'll have them railed the Afraidls
shortly.
A Pennsylvania man who looked
into a mirror was scared to death. He
evidently hadn’t had the lifelong prac
tice of most men.
A copper half-cent minted in 1825,
and very rare, has just been sold for
$51, the record price for a coin of that
denomination and date.
The report that King Edward does
not wear a night cap does not material
ly affect our civilization. Night caps
are out of style anyhow.
This country is importing very few
diamonds but it is getting ready to
use all of those now on hand which
are of the baseball variety.
One man has thrown up a $250,000
a year job just because of ill-health.
It looks a bit strange that a man
making all that money finds time to
get sick.
The little boy out west who tried
the effect of a lighted match on a
keg of powder would, no doubt, have
become a boat-rocker anyhow, had he
grown up.
A company has been organized to
extract silver from sea water. It is
not being capitalized by the same peo
ple who undertook to get gold from
sea water.
A Brooklyn school-teacher has been
frightened by a ’ Black Hand" letter.
Ordinarily, you can't scare the city
school-teacher with the black hand.
She's used to it.
With two such languages why don't
the Japanese and the Chinese make it
a war of words? Chunks of speech
thrown at each other certainly would
inflict sufficient damage.
A St. Louis preacher says girls
should not object when young mer
wish to hold their hands. Naturally
this leads to the suspicion that some
St. Louis girl has been objecting.
Charles M. Schwab has shocked
London by wearing a top har. with a
short coat, but we are assured that he
has never appeared anywhere with
tan shoes and a clawhammer.
Two thousand errors were found in
the books of a California bank by the
examiners. The bookeepers in that in
stitution must be in the habit of play
ing baseball during the summer.
When the New York school board
decided that teachers should not
lambaste the pupils it should also
have made a regulation forbidding
pupils to make faces at the teachers.
Naval critics tell us that a battle
ship is in a bad way when her armor
belt is too low. Of course, not being
human, she can't hike it up and an
chor it with a safety pin.—Philadel-.
phia Press.
That New York woman who stole
$20,000 worth of jewelry in order to
maintain her social position gives one
a rather poor impression of what it
takes to maintain one's social posi
tion in New York.
Prosperity must be sitting around
picking its teeth in Argentina these
days. During the season Argentina
wasn't doing a thing but raising wheat
and how that the crop is being
marketed it cannot hut be cheerful.
Australia has many dogs and no
rabies, no hydrophobia. If it were
possible to discover how a century of
absolute immunity has been , brought
about in that .vast island continent,
the world might learn a lesson worth
knowing.
The New York man who wants to
be "Oslerized" because he is out of
work and because chemical experi
ments have “destroyed all his vita!
organs save his lungs," takes a wrong
view of matters. Without any diges
tive organs he is in no need of a
boarding house and ought not to care
whether he has work or not. He is
really in an enviable position for
these hard times.
War with the noiseless gun, if the
participants also should put on gum
shoes and give commands in low re
fined tones, might be carried on with
out disturbing the business of the
country or driving the timid to nervous
hysteria. War has been too noisy and
there is no sense in it. The Society
for the Suppression of Useless Noist^s
was afraid for a lime that it would
have to abolish war altogether, as
there seemed to be no way to get it to
modulate its tones in a pleasing man
ner. The noiseless gun, however,
solves that problem.
The young Connecticut man who
called for a young lady with the in
tention of eloping with her and was
received with a shower of hot water
should cheer up. He might have
found hiniscif in hot water a little
later anyhow if his plans had not mis
carried.
The paragraphers who are poking
fun at the Harvard graduate who has
gone to work for a railroad at a salary
(,f H5 a month are wrong. He may
lie pr'cident of a big railway corpora
tion 20 years from now.
Wayward New York
Girls Now Paying
the Wages of Sin
("HE OTHER DAY—"The sunny, vel
vet carpets, and the silken draperies
of their rooms at the Waldorf-As
toria—and truffles and lobsters, and
champagne and scented cigarettes.”
NEW YORK .—"Straight
ahead!" ordered the ma
tron and the line of pro
cession went past the long
narrow benches placed on
either side of a higher,
narrow bench, called by courtesy a
table. Katherine and Charlotte Poil
lon, the gay and pretty sirens and ho
tel beats, and their fellow prisoners
stopped at the door at the farthest
end. The door opened. The first pris
oner was shoved in. Five minutes
later there was heard a splash.
"It's the carbolic acid bath," whis
\ pered a woman who had been an inter
| mittent guest at Blackwell’s Island,
| New York's famous hostelry for male
I factors.
The first prisoner came out shining
from her bath, and greatly subdued in
manner, and smelling of carbolic acid.
A shiver ran through the delicate
frame of Katherine Poillon. For the
woman had dropped her gaudy finery
in the bathroom and come forth ar
rayed in the hideous prison garb. She
had seen mattresses covered with pre
cisely the same material, heavy white
ticking of alternate broad and narrow
blue stripes. Its skirt was short and
scant, reaching to the tops of the
shoes. The waist was gathered into
the same unwieldy belt of blue and
white ticking that held the skirt. It
was fastened over the bosom with
cheap, flat white buttons. The collar
was a turnover. At sight of the gown
Katherine Poillon bit her lip. When
her eyes traveled down beneath the
hem of the skirt and fell upon the
shoes, the eyes filled with tears. The
shoes were of prison manufacture, flat
soled, square-toed, low-heeled, of the
cheapest leather manufactured.
All Finery Discarded.
"In there. Miss Poillon.” The ma
tron's voice was softer than the ward
en's had been, but its tone was as de
termined. Into the bathroom went the
siren. No. 1. An attendant helped her
remove the long baby lamb cloak, the
fashionable broadcloth gown, the big
picture hat of black velvet and plumes.
She disrobed her of the clinging pink
silk underwear, the chemise trimmed
with real Valenciennes lace, the black
silk hose with yellow butterflies flit
ting among violets, embroidered upon
them. All these the attendant rolled
quickly, and not at all gently, into a
sheet, pinned and labeled the sheet,
and into a bag of gray ticking thrust
the woman's eight diamond rings and
emerald bracelet. “Get into the tub,”
commanded the attendant. Miss Poil
lon stepped forward dipped her foot
daintily into it, and drew back.
“Aw, go on,” commanded the at
tendant, and the girl took the plunge.
"What is this for?” she asked, as
her lips curled and her nose tilted at
the whiff of carbolic acid.
“Antiseptic bath; don't ask ques
tions,” answered the woman in the
blue-checked uniform of the prison at
IN THE MULLET BELT.
What the Inhabitants of the Gulf
Coast Owe to Biloxi Bacon.
Down on the easy going gulf coast,
where everybody loafs ami is happy,
there are one or two awful thoughts
which occasionally shudder through
the pleasant dreams of the inhabitants.
The most dreadful of these is the hor
rific suggestion of a possible failure of
the mullet crop.
The mullet crop is locally known as
Diloxi bacon, because down there it is
as absolute a necessary of life as pork
is elsewhere in the south. The Visitor
to all the gulf resorts is more addicted
to mullet than he realizes. It some
times parades on the bill of fare as
trout or something else which gives
variety to the menu.
But be not deceived. While the
coast can furnish a good mullet no
other fish need apply. The names are
changed to satisfy the uneducated
northerner, but the fish remains the
same. Just what, a hold the mullet
i diet has on the natives is clear from
I a story they tell about Biloxi.
TO-DAY—“Such a supper, no truffles,
no lobsters, no champagne! Mere
ly dry bread and bologna and cof
fee; a tin plate, a tin cup; one tin
spoon.
tendant. A moment later the girl who
had amazed the Peacock Alley at the
Waldorf-Astoria with the magnificence :
of her gowns came forth, a humbled,
woe-begone figure in the blue and
white stripes of penance.
So fared Charlotte, Siren No. 2.
Following the procession, they
mounted the narrow iron stairs at the
foot of the mess hail to the second
tier'Of cells. “You into is." Paid the
attendant to Katherine. 'You into
19,“ to Charlotte, and the iron door |
clanged after them.
The notorious and irrepressible Poil
Ion sisters -were repressed at last.
Young Women’s Criminal Career.
The young women who have figured
conspicuously and flagrantly in New
Y'ork in eviction suits, in damage suits,
in suits for slander; who have been
the bane of hotel keepers, and one
of whom was a particularly prickly
thorn in the side of the New York mil
lionaire. W. Gould Brokaw, whom she
sued for breach of promise, and with
whom she settled for $17,000, have
subsided into the peace that, outward
ly at least, broods over Blackwell's
Island.
Latterly the young women had con
centrated their energies upon in
genious devices for beating their hotel
bills in the metropolis. The Waldorf
Astoria, the Breslin, the Bristol, have
all complained of the success of that
ingenuity. While practically penni
less, the young women had lived in
the most luxurious manner at these
hotels for periods extending into
weeks, and in some instances months.
When weekly bills were presented, the
debtors showed a positive genius for
evasion They were not in their
rooms when the bellboy tapped gently
but firmly with one hand, while he
held the weekly reminder in the
| other. Though he slipped the bills
\ under the doors the Poillon sisters
| said they never received them. Air
| ily they asked the bookkeeper when
j he telephoned their rooms about the
| over-due bills, to add them to that for
i next week. And the bills for the next
wfeek were accorded the same recep
tion as the last.
“Satan himself is not more ingeni
I ous than those women,” exelaimeil an
unhappy manager as he ordered them
evicted from his hostelry.
Retribution at Last.
But at last ingenuity failed. The last
coup of charging a New York magis
trate with connivance in their manner
of life was defeated. The Huffy and
furbelowed young women having made
their last face at the presiding judge,
their final grimace of derision at their
keepers in the Tombs, departed for
Blackwell's Island.
A good many years ago there was a
mullet famine along the coast. The
people had to fall back on other fish,
such as the humble speckled trout and
the unintellectual sheephead. It was
a lime of sacrifice whose memory has
survived until this day, when, It is de
clared, the old inhabitants recall it
with a shudder as they repeat their
morning supplication: "Give us this
day our daily mullet."
It is said that a Biloxian can pretty
nearly navigate his whole career, from
infancy to death and burial, with mul
let as his chief dependence. When he
is a baby he cuts his teeth on a piece
of mullet: as a boy he fishes for it;
the chief requirement in a wife is that'
she shall know how to cook it, and it
is most consolatory when served to
the funeral guests.
During the civil war the people of
the mullet belt would have had mighty
slim pickings if it had not been for
their favorite fish. Many a confederate
soldier imprisoned-by Butler on Ship
island has cause to be grateful to
Biloxi bacon or black eyes, as the mul
let is also called.
At the landing a man in blue uni
form, whose voire was as coarse as
tlie whistle of the river tugs, met
them and shouted: "Fall in line
there!" When Katherine, the smaller
of the pair, did not understand the
ortler, he grasped her shoulder and
thrust her beside a bent, old Italian
woman, who horribly grinned and gib
bered. Charlotte walked beside a ne
gress who had been arrested for dis
orderly conduct on Twenty-eighth
street.
Within the Prison Doors.
The sorry procession, ludicrous in
spite of its wretched significance, as
Faistaff’s army, marched from ! he
landing to the broad doors whose stone
steps had been worn by the feet of
thousands of the city's criminals.
The door of the great castlelike jail
swung hack grindingly on its heavy
hinges. "To the right,” shouted the
man with the voice of, a tugboat, whis
tle, and the motley human assortment
went in a* the open door of the ward
en's office. Warden O'Fallon, white
haired, bureaucratic of manner, with
crisp, metallic voice, sat at his deck
and [jeered from under bushy brows at
the women. Javert himself could not
have been less emotional.
"Your age?" he said, peering under
the bushy brows at Katherine.
"Twen—Oh, well, 00.”
"And you?" to Charlotte.
"I am 24."
"I brought her up,” volunteered the
voluble Katherine.
"And right badly, I should say,”
came in the warden’s crisp, biting
tones. "Murphy, call Miss Moriarity.”
The matron, stout, soft-voiced, firm
willed. entered. She looked the wom
en prisoners over with level glance.
Katherine preened and fidgeted, trying
to display her prettiness in a good
light. She flushed when she saw by
Matron Moriarity’s cool glance that
for her she had no individuality. She
was merely on "of the new batch."
The First Night in Jail.
“Come this way.” said Miss Moriar
ity, and the female prisoners followed,
marching; in pairs, Katherine still the
companion of the bent, mumbling
Italian woman leering at her own un
translatable jests; Charlotte striding
beside the negress. Across a wide
roofed court whose stone floor rang
with echoes of the footsteps of the
prisoners. Miss Moriarity led her or
rather drove the prisoners, to the fe
male department of the w'orkhouse.
The long, high-walled, narrow room
repeated the sound of their footsteps
hollowly, for the female department
was empty. The women were at work
in the laundry, the kitchen, or the
sewing-room.
The women sat down upon their nar
row cots for the very good reason that
there Was nothing else to sit upon. In
the narrow, grave-like room, white
washed walled, was a small, rough,
triangular bracket that held a candle,
a drinking cup, with space left for one
book, a small Testament. At the foot
was au electric light. On a rough
stand stood a basin. That was all.
The prison smell hung heavy upon the
tiny room, for the only means of ven
tilation was the barred door, through
the spaces of which filtered a slight
hint of the outer air that came through
the corresponding windows in the
great gray walls opposite the cell.
No Dainties at This Meal.
Such a supper! No truffles, no lob
ster, no champagne! Merely dry
bread and bologna and coffee, eaten
from a tin plate, or drunk front the
cheapest tin cups with but one aid,
for knives and forks are prohibited at
Blackwell's Island. There, primitive
hands and primitive teeth are sup
plemented by one tin spoon. Instead
of damask napery were rough, narrow
boards, scrubbed clean, but boards,
nevertheless.
This, after the sunny, velvet carpets
and silken draperies of their rooms at
the Waldorf Astoria—the truffles and
lobsters and champagne and scented
cigarettes. The elder of the Poillons
dampened three handkerchiefs while
she sat there waiting for the nasty
meal to be over.
To cells 18 and 19 they went again
after tea. There, although the elec
tric light may burn until half-past
nine, there was darkness, and a hilari
ous negress rattled the door of her cell
and cursed softly because the sound
of her neighbors' sobbing fretted her.
Beginning the Long Day.
At five the next morning the gong
sounded. Every prisoner sprang out
of bed. If she lingered she would be
punished. Punishment, she knew,
meant a brief interview with the ward
en, and then the dark cell behind the
big iron door at the end of the mess
hall. The dark cell, every prisoner
can tell you, breaks the boldest spirit
and renders the wildest captive hum
ble In a few hours. It is, they tell
you, an inferno of silence and dark
ness.
The women thrust themselves into
the ugly striped uniforms, combing
their hair back plain and smooth from
their foreheads and fastening it in a
tight, unbecoming knot at the back
of the head, as is the rule at Black
well’s, and putting on tbe black
knitted prison hood, grasp the cell
palls in their hands and set forth on
the first procession of the day. Down
the stairs, through the corridor, past
CHARM OF FRENCH RURAL LIFE.
Even the Poorest Give Something to
Beautifying the Villages.
Normandy and Brittany towns have
a quiet sweetness to which the strident
call of commerce and the hustle and
noise of our American towns are
strangers. Wherever commercial ac
tivity comes in the charm goes out.
There is little striking in the con
trast between the country and the
small towns. You leave the brilliant
colored poppies in the fields to meet
the timid open-eyed children in the
village streets and you simply ex
change the peasants working at the
roadside for the whitfe-capped women
knitting in their doorways, and the
men, wooden-saboted and clad in
blouses and baggy trousers at their
work. There are no striking contrasts
between country and village such as
we are accustomed to in America.
A Normandy or Brittany village is
but a cluster of houses and thatched
roofed cottages, picturesquely set
amid the trees and fields. Of course,
the larger places lose from necessity
‘.ho bis doors, into the dawn of the
fresh day they go. If a thought of
flight visits them a harsh voice at
their elbows calls: "Hurry on, there!
No fooling you!" They march to the
shore, empty their pails and go back
through the great doors inlo the
tainted prison air once more. Up the
stairs to their cells, hoods off, pails
deposited, and they resume their
march into the mess hall below.
Plain Bill of Fare.
If it is Monday they breakfast from
the tin pan and cup. and, with the aid
of the spoon, off bread and hash and
coffee. If it be Tuesday their meal is
oatmeal and coffee. If Wednesday,
they have bread and jolly and coffee.
They march around the tables, de
posit their spoons in a box at the end
of the table and go in regular file to
the work that has been assigned them.
The I-'oillons. as a first essay at hard
labor, were ordered to the big, square
sewing room. There Katherine darned
seeks, Charlotte mended torn sheets
and tattered blue and white striped
dresses.
They sat on rough chairs and
stooped until their backs ached over
their tasks. Through Charlotte’s mind
flitted recollections of the diversified
golf links. Before Katherine's vision
danced the gay invitation of the spring
shop windows.
By noon they were faint, but their
delicate stomachs rebelled at the mid
day dinner, vegetable soup, roast rump
steak, potatoes, cabbage and thick,
though not strong coffee. Katherine's
tears dripped into the big tin cup of
coffee. Charlotte frowned heavily.
Back again for the afternoon's work.
They were interrupted only by an at
tendant's “Can't you do better than
that? Every woman ought to be able
to do a little light family washing.”
During the morning sewing Charlotte
complained that the brass thimbles
might cause blood poisoning. But no
one paid any attention to the pair
who had been in the public eye until
they had grown to like it. Their fel
low prisoners, when they looked at
them at all, looked insults. When
they spoke to them they jeered.
Jeered by Companions.
“How do you like the Hotel Black
well?'' whispered a hard-faced dame
over the wash tubs, during the after
noon session.
“O'Fallon's a mighty sharp hotel
keeper. Nobody ever beats his Bills."
The Poillon sisters reddened, and
were mad through and through. Char
lotte thumped her washboard viciously.
At five came the call to tea. then
back tcf their cells went the sisters,
to read a little if they chose, from
books in the prison library. Lights
must he out at 9:30. the hour at which
these gay women of upper Bohemia
were wont to dine.
The next day both sisters were
heavy-eyed and pale. Katherine could
not answer the matron when she
spoke to her.
'Huh; 'prison sore throat,' I sup
pose,” said Miss Moriarity, and sent
for the hospital physician. He or
TO-DAY—“How do you like the Hotel
Blackwell?” whisoered a hard-faced
dame over the tubs. "O’Fallon's a
mighty sharp hotel keep. Nobody
ever beats his bills.”
dered her to the hospital. For lesser
symptoms of the same sort Charlotte
followed her. When this temporary
illness has ended they will go back
to the prison routine, and the sewing
and the soapsuds.
These rules will again face them
from the blackboard in the mess hall:
Rules for the Mess Hall.
1. Prisoners, while at meals, are for
bidden to talk or make any unneces
sary noise.
2. They are forbidden to spill soup
on the table or drop bread upon the
floor.
3. Those wishing to pass reading
matter or any other articles while at
the table must obtain permission from
the office.
4. No one shall leave her seat at
the table without permission.
5. When leaving the mess table each
prisoner will bring her spoon and
deposit it in the spoonbox.
6. Violation of the above rules will
subject, the offender to punishment.—
From the New York American.
the pastoral features of the villages,
but in them you see nothing of the
broken down and often filthy outlying
sections observable as you approach
American cities, if the section is one
of poverty it will be picturesque—not
made hideous with the dumpings of
empty cans and the town's refuse.
Neatness and attempt at beautify rng
are observable everywhere. Even in
the country we found the edges of
the roads and the rows of trees often
trimmed with care. No family is so
poor that it cannot have some bright
flowers in window boxes and a greater
variety in the always present little
garden. One of the most notable fea
tures of both town and country is the
absolute lack of idleness. Thrift and
industry are written everywhere.—
Outing Magazine.
May Open New Gold Mines.
There is a likelihood of gold mines
being opened in the near future In
Hechuanaland. Should such a develop
ment take place it woulii result in
bringing increased business to Kim
berley to help fill the gap caused by
the falling off in the diamond trade.
Pe-ru-na Pre-(
vent3 Catching.
Cold.
One Boss in
Time, Saves
Nine.
Many people persist in riding on the street cars, insufficiently pi
clothing.
They start out perhaps in the heat of the day and do not feel the
wraps.
The rapid moving of the car cools the laxly unduly. \\ l*-n tlv ’ • '
car perhaps they are slightly perspiring. When the hotly is in this t-omi • t .
easily chilled. This is especially true win n a persnn is sittin .
Beginning a street car ride in the middle of the day and ending it in '
evening almost in\rviably requires extra wraps, but people do not i . 1 .. i! •
precautions, hence they catch cold.
Colds are very frequent in the Spring on this account, and a- t.
advances, they do not decrease. During the Spring months, no on
think of riding on the ear without being presided with a wrap.
A cold caught ill the Spring is liable to last through the entii
Great caution should be observed at this season against exposure to eot! I
the first few pleasant days of Spring, the liability of catching r. Id i- gn
No wonder so many people acquire muscular rheumatism and < it..ri .1 .
eases during this season.
However, in spite of the greatest precautions, colds will be caug!
At the appearance of the first symptom. I’eruna should be taken ’
to directions on the bottle, and continued until every symptom di- ■
Do not put it off. Do not. waste time by taking other rem. ■ i .1
once to take Penma and continue taking it until you are positive th * t
has entirely disappeared. This may save jou a long and perhaps c: 1
later on.
Bad Effects From Cold.
Mr. M. J. Peutseh, Secretary Building
Material Trades Council. 151 Washing
ton St., Chicago. 111., writes:
“I have found your medicine to be
unusually eflicaeious in getting rid of
had effects from cold, and more espe
cially in driving away all symptoms of
catarrh, with which 1 am frequently
troubled.
“The relief Peruna gives in catarrhal
troubles alone is well worth l lie. price
per bottle. 1 have used the remedy for
several years now.”
Spells of Coughing.
Mrs. C. E. Long, writes from Atwood,
Colorado, as follows:
“When I wrote yon for advice my
little three-year-old girl had a cough
that had been troubling her *Tor four
months. She took cold easily, and
would wheeze and have sp. - of, ic
ing that would somethin las* : ,
half hour.
“Now weean never t le d
for the change you have v
little one's health, Iiefor.- h- ■ •
taking your Peruna she suifei d >
thin? in the wav of cough, c . .
croup, bn* now she has tak> .. i; ■
a bottleof Peruna.and i well and string
as she lias ever been in her life."
Pe-ru-nc for Colds.
Mr. .lames Mon #8 E
Paterson. N. J., writes:
i “1 have given Peruna a fair *r‘: an
I find it to be just what v • -m
to be. I eannot praise it too i.igii
have used two liott ies in m .mu
e-olds, and everything ima i
ean safely say that your medii iue
best I have ever used."
THE MEAN MAN.
“I believe.” his wife angrily de
clared. "that if I were dead you
would be married again inside of a
year.”
"Oh. no.” the mean man replied,
“you are mistaken. Try me and I'll
prove it.”
GIRL WAS DELIRIOUS
With Fearful Eczema—Pain, Heat,
and Tingling Were Excruciating—
Cuticura Acted Like Magic.
“An eruption broke out on my
daughter's chest. I took her to a
doctor, and he pronounced it to be
eczema of a very bad form. Ke treated
her. but the disease spread to her back,
and then the whole of her head was
affected, and all her hair had to be cut
off. The pain she suffered was excru
ciating, and with that and the heat
and tingling her life was almost un
bearable. Occasionally she was deliri
ous and she did not have a proper hour’s
sleep for many nights. The second
doctor we tried afforded her just as
little relief as the first. Then I pur
chased Cuticura Soap, Ointment, and
Pills, and before the Ointment was
three-quarters finished every trace of
the disease was gone. It really seemed
like magic. Mrs. T. W. Hyde, Brent
wood, Essex, England, Mar. 8, 1907.”
An Undesirable Article.
When Mr. B. went to call upon some
friends the other afternoon, he was on
his way out of town and so had his
traveling bag with him. This he
placed in a corner, and when he rose
to leave he overlooked it. His hostess
happened to notice it before he had
reached the door, and called to her
little daughter:
“Marie, run after Mr. B. and tell
him he has left his grip here!”
The little one gave her mother one
j swift glance of surprise, but flew duti
fully to obey orders.
“Oh, Mr. B„" they heard her say,
“mother says you have forgotten to
take your grip with you.” Then she
added, quickly, in a tone of polite
apology: “You see, most all of us
have had it this winter, and we'd
rather not have any more!”
The extraordinary popularity of fine
white goods this summer makes the
choice of Starch a matter of great im
portance. Defiance Starch, being free
from all injurious chemicals, is the
only one which is safe to use on fine
fabrics. Its great strength as a stiffen
er makes half the usual quantity of
Starch necessary, with the result of
perfect finish, equal to that when the
goods were new.
A Rustic Sarcasm.
“Did your husband ketch chills an
fever?” asked the woman who was
standing in front of the cabin.
“No,” answered the woman who was
driving a spring wagon. “He wouldn’t
have that much git-up-an’-git. He jes'
sot around an’ let 'em overtake him.”
There la Only One
**Bromo Quinine ’*
That f*
Laxative Bromo Quinine
t«tn THE WORLD OVER TO CURE A COLD /« ONE DAY.
Always remember the full name. Look
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THE QUARREL.
He—Farewell:
thou jade!!!
Farewell,
SICK HEADACHE
CARTER'S
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SVER
FILLS,
Positi\ civ c ured by
these Little Pili >.
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They regulate the Bowels. Purely Y* .• ai-.e
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Fac-Simile Signature
REFUSE SUBSTITUTES.
Cut the cost Vz
You can decorate vour home iv ‘ ‘i
Alabastine year after years', ce
half the cost of using either .. ail
paper or kaisormne.
i
Alaba^ine
TK^SarSaiyWall Coating
comes in 10 beautiful tints nod
white that combine into an endless
variety of soft, velvety A:.: ne
shades which will make any home
brighter and more sanitary.
Sample tint cards free at d -
Write ns for free color plans lor
decorating your home.
Sold by Paint. Pruc. Hardware and • .rn
» eral Store*in car:i o lly sealed and Pi 'wr y
labeled pack acts, at 50c the package I
white and 55c the parkace f .r See
thatthenatneMAlahastlne'*i*onearb pa ■
aee before it is opened either by yourself
or the workmen.
The Alabastine Company
S Grand Rapids, Stick.
Eastern Office. J05 W ater St, N Y. City
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