IRQftWAT
A TALE OF THE BUILDERS
OF THE WEST.
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SYNOPSIS.
The story opens during: a trip «*f the
-Ove-land M id” through the Rocky
mountains. while efforts are being maue
to build up tin* country. * l'n« 1»- Hilly”
Hodge, stag.* driver. Alfred Vincent, a
young man. and Phineas i'adwallader. in
x rod ii red. They come across tin* re
mains of a massacre. Hater at Anthony's
station they find the redskins have car
ried their dcstrui live work there also.
Stella Arn : my. daughter «*f Anthony,
keeper of s; *tion. is introduced. The trav
elers find that Anthony i.: < been killed.
Vincent with letter of introduction to
<low Stanford is assigned his work in
unearthing pi ins «»f enemies of railroad,
b* ing hu.it lie heirs of safe arrival of
Stella An: . y in a letter fr an her \'in
* eiit visits 'own where railroad nn-n are
working »n road and r- .es token of
esteem fr :n Stella, embodied in a neat
lunch anti a forget-rne-n.it *Tncle Billy”
arrives in railroatl town, meeting Stella.
He hears n as that d-sired railroad bill
has pass** ; The old stage driver de
cides to v.. i . < lose to tow. in order that
he may b. able to keep fatherly watch
over the young woman.
V
CHAPTER V.—Continued.
• Great Caesah! That’s good news!”
”Yes, Bill. That thar's news to pass
along. Men works betteh on a win
nin' deal; only we boss?.? rain t talk.
Hyah's where yo’ all can come in—
just from the city, seen the governor,
heard the news. Sabe?"
"Certain. I'm vo' huckleberry! I'll
blow the word as fah as Jericho,” re
turned the driver cordially.
“Come to our shanty afteh work.
The ole woman 'll be powerful glad to
see ye. Oh! Tie up at Sally B.’s.
She's right smart pepperv, but she'll
give ye gobd truck: an' if she takes a
shine to ye, vo' own motheh couldn't
do mo' to you. Stalla's thar, too.”
Uncle Billy's face sprang from De
cember to May; and he turned quickly
to the rocky trail that led back to
town.
Stella' The lonely man sped down
the red. muddy trail, his fatigue ban
ished by the magic of her name! He
looked up through the overarching
fretwork of pine and cedar to heaven's
blue beyond, and the poet stirred in
his heart, wakened by the memory of
her face. Winter-blue skies, the thin,
fragrant air, whispering pines, even
the red, warm face of the uprearing
mountain, all had a secret word for
him to-day. Would she love him still?
Or had new scenes, new faces, filled
her life, left'no small chamber in her
heart labeled "Uncle Billy?"
CHAPTER VI.
The Genius of Bernard's.
A narrow planed and painted strip
on the largest false front in town an
nounced Bernard’s Hotel." The per
sonality indicated by the name "Ber
nard" was a miner, an incurable, al
ways wandering in the silent moun
tains. alwu\s just going to "strike it
rich." But Sally Bernard, his wife,
t was equal to her "lone hand,” and
scrupulously faithful to her husband's
interests. For her mother and her
daughter Viola she made a home, hap
py if rude; for her husband she made
dollars that he dropped into his pros
pecting holes.
The hotel was the most imposing
structure in the town and aggressively
new. The odor of pitch met the guest
before his entrance, and continued
with him. a warning he wisely heeded
by keeping away from all partitions.
Doors and windows stood open to
patrons and flies alike, for the tem
perature spoke of summer, though the
calendar said winter.
Sally Bernard was known from Sac
ramento to Virginia City as Sally B.,
and it was in her motherly heart and
home that Stella Anthony, orphaned
and kinl^ss. found her niche and her
work.
" “Why. Mrs. Bernard, you've only
known me a few weeks. I'm not wise
enough to be Viola's teacher.”
They were sitting in grandma'am's
room, which was family bedroom, sit
ting room and parlor, a conglomerate
of furniture, color and uses, that none
but a three-generations'-bred frontier
woman could have evolved. A wide
•4 shelf high above the floor extended
the length of the longest wall. Under
this two rough bedframes were hooked
up. though the mattresses were the
best that money could buy. Beside
them were home made dressing eases,
a wash stand with a pail for a pitcher,
a gourd for a dipper and a shining
brass basin. Nails adroitly disposed
utilised every angle for hanging
. clothes
~ Stella gave Sally u. no time to re
ply. but went on firmly: "You need a
capable governess for her. one who
can prepare her to meet life. Of
that I am as ignorant as a little child.
I'm quite satisfied with the dining
room work. ilrs. Bernard."
"Don t Mrs.' me; I ain’t used to if.
.As for knowledge, you know a heap
sight piore’n Viola; an’ anyway, I
want her to be with you. 1 might
hire a herd of governesses, an' not git
the right kind. There's more'n arth
metic an' fancy readin' a girl will
learn from her teacher."
Stella's voice was grateful. “But
Mrs.—but—”
"Call me Sally B., like the rest
does."
"No, I'll call you Mrs. Sally. I
shan't earn my living. Mrs. Sally."
Sally B. s black eyes snapped. "If
you don't you'll be the first ever took
Sally B.’s money without givin' value
received.”
Stella smiled. She had already seen
that then? was no nook in Sally B. s
house where shirkers could hide; yet
if one were ill or unfortunate, no other
good Samaritan than Sally B. s self
was needed.
"I'll send to Auburn an' git the
same books they use in the schools
there. You can put Vi through from
^ 9 to 12, help me in the dinin' room on
busy days, an' keep school agin from
two to four. Here iu grandma’am s
roam can be the place. An' I'£ double
your wages. How'll that suit.'’
"it s not a question of how it will
suit me; It’s all on my side. Let me
make the beds and sweep Saturdays
and it will be nearer fair.”
"Sweep? Have Viola’s teacher
sweep? No. siree! An" I wouldn't
let you go in that corral for six bits a
minute!”
Viola entered, small, childish in fig
ure, old of face, yet lovely in coloring.
Between her dark mother and grand
mother, the latter the bent, weazened
original of her daughter, the fair,
hazel-eyed child seemed of another
face. As foreign to them. too. were
her air of delicate refinement, her
soft voice and her gentle movements,
inheritances from a father bred out
of his proper environment. She held
wild buttercups and violets, which she
carried to her grandmother. •
The old face flooded with a sudden
glory. She took the flowers in both
hands, gently pressed them to lip and
cheek, drew long whiffs of their
fragrance, turned them from side to
side, peered questioninglv into their
sun-filled hearts—it was pitiful the
ecstasy a flower could bring to this
shut-in soul.
"Where’d you git 'em. honey?" she
asked in the thick voice of the deaf.
Instantly Viola caught up her grand
mother's crutch, bent back her foot,
“Gosh Dang It Vic! Why Did You No
and. for a step or two. imitated Alvin
1 Carter.
"The telegrafter's boy?" the old
woman asked, with an odd light in her
eye.
Viola nodded.
"Here they be, child. You mustn't
give away yer sweetheart's posy gift.”
Viola's cheek tint deepened: but
she laughed, pushing back the old
hand that offered the blossoms.
"Git a tumbler of rvater. Vi, so's
they wont wilt," her mother com
manded.
As soon as Viola vanished, Sally B.
began the most remarkable gesture
speech Stella had ever seen. It was
meaningless to her. yet the old dame
evidently understood it.
-no sweeinea: is . niui preuv gai
The old eyes gleamed young again.
Another series of gyrations.
"Too young ter marry? She's older'n
you was: though I do low she's pow
erful little."
Sally H.’s movements were more em
phatic.
"Slio, Sally: she mustn't marry that
leetle cripple, to be shore. But
where there's honey there'll be moren
one fly: and all fellers is sweethearts
at 15."
Viola came in with the water and
pushed up a "liglitstand," leaving
graudma'am with her flowers.
“Do tell me. Mrs. Sally, how you
make her understand. It's wonderful!”
"Yes: folks thinks it's right peart.
EJoor graudma'am. she can't read!"
Sally B. paused and gazed sorrowfully
at the old woman. “They wa'n’t no
chance o’ learnin’ to read in Oregon in
the twenties. So when she got stun deaf
I was pesky cut up. It came after
paw died. 1 laid awake o' nights study
in' how l could talk with her like the
deaf an' dumb doe One day she
asked me how Bill—-that's my hus
band—come by a scar on his hand;
an' i drew a picture of .. horse kickin'
a man."
"I wish you'd S"e:i cram' .'’’ant's
face." Viola broke in. ' I w ! ke
to-day with the flow s.'
“After that l pictured >ui things
whenever I could git i ie time—rough
o’ course; 1 can't draw none—but sort
of one-liue things she'd see the mean
in of. Binte-by they got so many it
loon a t cnp o' time to hunt 'em over,
a.i' ' t 'he idee of mutin' numbers
| on 'em. She larned the numbers: an'
I now when we want to tell her any
thing we just call off ‘.he figgers on
our fingers. One wave of both hands
is ten. two waves is 20. an' so on; an'
the one, two. threes we do with out
fingers."
"How astonishing! May 1 see your
picture alphabet?" Stella asked.
••Certain." Sally li. brought out the
crude drawing. "Of course, all the
easy tilings, sech as eatin'. sleepin’.
laughin', cryin , we just act out." The
lightning panorama on Sally B.'s face
showed that her mother had some
things to be thankful for.
"Stella, you make Viola read them
kind o' books you have read, an’ under
stand 'em. too, if ye have to break her
head a-doin' it. Think o' maw just a
settin' there, piecin' risin' sun <piilts.
an' settin' moon quilts, an' bridal
wreath quilts—same ole patterns
over'n over agin. Good Lord! One
risin’ sun's ' nough for the hull airth.
ain't it? Well, she's made a dozen—
makes 'em for me, too. God love her!
Jest think what her life'd be if she
could read!" Sally B. almost sobbed
the last word.
A shadow fell across the doorsill
and Yic VVah appeared. "No spuds,
no licey, no salelatus to' suppeh. You
catchee him quick.”
Sally B. whirled, her eyes blazing.
"Gosh dang it, Yic! Why you no tellee
me last week?”
"You callee me Y’ic Wall. Sabe?"
The Chinaman's voice was as placid
as a pond in July. He turned without
another look at the group and left
the room.
"May I go to the store for you?”
Stella asked.
"No. Thpre’s two reasons: One, 1
can't have Vi s teacher doin’ common
errants; the other, that Gid'll be leav
in' his work an' runnin' after you."
She parted the drapery at the back
of a barrel chair and drew her hat
and jacket from under the seat.
X
Tellee Me Last Week?”
Though it was warm, Sally R. dressed
for business as carefully as she played
every other part in life.
'Til have to give Gideon some les
sons. too. 1 think." Stella said half
aside.
“You've give him too many already.
Say. Stella, I'm right sorry 1 tuck him
on at the bar. He's goin’ to make
trouble for ye. 'specially if ye git par
tial to any other feller. I think—"
“Some fellee likee see Missee Stel
la,” interrupted Yic Walt, poking his
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LITERARY MECCA OF ENGLAND
Famous Writers Who Lived in Twick
enham—Tennyson's House.
The place to which the lover of
English literature will sooner or
later turn his steps is Twickenham.
No other small town can boast of hav
ing been the residence and beloved
abode of so many famous literary
lights.
With It are associated the immortal
names of Pope. Horace Walpole.
Swift. Gay, Lady Wortley Montagu.
Gibbon. Boswell, Johnson, Tennyson
and Dickens. Surely this is enough
to make any place doubly immortal!
Twickenham was well nicknamed by
Horace Walpole the Baiae. or Tivoli,
of England; for it has truly been to
London what Baiae was to ancient
Home—indeed, in a far higher degree.
The big red briek house in Mont
pelier road where Alfred Tennyson
iiv- d for so many years of his earlier
married life was the one in which
many of his earlier poems were writ
ten. Here his son Lionel, the second
Lord Tennyson, was born, and there
the author of the "Idyls” entertained
many of his literary friends and ac
quaintances.
That house should surely be sacred
to all lovers of English literature
which saw the dawn t t “In Memo
riam;" which witnessed ttose delight
ful gatherings graced by Tennyson.
Hallam and kindred spirits within its
walls.
On Getting Up Early.
I often hear fellows say that their
life consists solely of coming down to
business, and sleep, says a writer.
What a different tale they would tell
if they were only to get up ea % and
go out Of doors before they need think
of business! Even if they only rose
early once a week, that morning would
stand ahead of the other six. There
is a freshening and invigorating power
in the early morning air which only
early risers may enjoy. Ask anybody
who is accustomed to rising early
and going for a ride or a walk before
breakfast how much fitter they feel
to face their daily toil.
The Onion In Cooking.
The greatest of French cooks, be
ing asked to give the secret of his
success, answered: ‘The very founda
tion of all cooking is butter and ON
ION! I use them in all my sauces and
gravies. They have the effect of
making a customer come back for
more. Butter without onion will
drive the customer away after a few
Java. Boil the onion till it melts or
entirely disappears; then add the but
ter, and call the mixture stock."
yellow face through the doorway.
"Stlange man—me no sabe.”
Stella followed hint into the narrow
hall and out on the porch.
"Oh. I'ncle Billy! I'm so glad!”
It was almost as if her father stood
before her. She threw her arms around
his neck and kissed him on each
cheek.
The old driver was speechless with
delight. If he could onl> have been
her father! Yet this was the next best
thing. She loved him! She had kissed
him!
Stella drew him into the hall, looked
him up and down, patted his hand,
took off his hat and peered into his
face, trying to see if he was quite
well, the same I'ncle Billy she had
known so long, ever since that won
derful journey across the mountains,
when she had sat by his side, in
black sandals, white stockings, panta
lettes and a leghorn hat with a bridle.
What pride she had taken in that
bridle’
At last he found his voice. "Well,
durn my eyes, if you haven't grown
tall, you pretty little snipe, you! Here!
1 got a bonnet for ye."
He went to the door, picked up a
small bandbox and brought it to her.
Stella opened it. Within was a
scrap of scarlet silk and lace for which
some milliner had swindled I'ncle
Billy out of $40. Stella's best gown
was bright magenta. Gideon's gift. She
would have to wear them both, and
together.
CHAPTER VII.
A Peep Into Paradise.
In San Francisco after three years
of exile Alfred found a home. Judge
Harmon made him welcome as a son;
and Alfred did not stay long enough
to discover that other young men
shared with him the judge's fatherly
attitude.
Mrs. Harmon was a child-hungry
woman, no longer young in years,
though her heart would never forget
25. A favorite, a social authority and
leader, she launched Alfred immediate
ly and successfully among the people
he most needed to meet. Posing as a
Itoston sightseer, he was accepted
with a hospitality known only in Ken
tucky and in old San Francisco; and
he found no lack of alluring eyes and
smiles, albeit every woman was a
belle.
Society, fast and feverish, curious,
fascinating, opulent, was the speediest
vehicle by which he could arrive at
his purpose; for society in San Fran
cisco was still too new to divorce
itself from the golden enterprises that
made it. His success astonished him
self. Men whose intentions he ex
pected to learn through patient
acumen talked openly of their affairs
with the railroad men. Even women
made of the Central Pacific railroad
and its projectors a continuous joke.
Alfred wondered. He could not then,
as afterwards, realize that, to every
thorough-going San Franciscan. Cali
fornia was but a storehouse, a kitchen
garden, at most a tribute-bringing
suburb of the gay city by the Golden
Gate. Nothing outside mattered. To
them the sand-duned cusp, straggled
over with its flimsy, gibbous house*,
was as truly the whole world as ever
was the Eternal City to old Roman.
So secrets fell unearned into Al
freds keeping. Red lips told him tales
between their smiles, every word a
prize. Itusiness men, talking glibly
of inland transportation, dismissed the
transmontane railroad with a yawn,
yet went wild over the delusion of San
Joaquin valley petroleum. And Alfred
drove, sang, dined, danced merrily to
his goai; and bade good-bye to his
entertainers the very day he read
Phineas Cadwallader’s name on the
Lick house register.
He reported in Sacramento, received
instructions, and incidentally com
mendation. Hastily he made the
changes called for by the step from
jasmine-hung San Francisco to ice
bound Carson City. And the second
day after leaving salt water he swung
into Sally Ik's to find Stella away,
acruss the gulch, watching in a house
of mourning.
All the way from Sacramento, while
the little steam bantam bumped over
the unsettled roadbed. Alfred had re
hearsed his expected interview with
Stella. He did not admit his love; he
had no right to it. Friendly interest,
the duty of courtesy to one so forlorn
and so placed in his cate—those were
all. His own eyes must prove the
truth of her letters, which told scantly
of her good health and fine situation.
He would sit by her side the short
hour before the stage left, hear in de
tail her life in California.
(TO BE CONTIXl'EI >. >
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WHAT A VISIT TO MARS WOULD
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m MARTIAN
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^ground;
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When one speak3 of Martians one
is apt to think only of those canal
builders, those beings who, if we are
to accept Mr. Lowell's remarkably
well-sustained conclusions, now irri
gate with melting polar snows and
cultivate what were once the ocean
beds of their drying planet.
Rut, after all, they cannot live there
alone; they can be but a part of the
natural history of Mars in just the
same way that man is but a part of
the natural history of the earth. They
must have been evolved from other
related types: and so we must neces
sarily give our attention to the general
fauna and flora of this other world
we are invading in imagination before
we can hope to deal at all reasonably
with the ruling species.
It is plausible, at any rate, to sup
pose that on Mars also, if there is life,
green chlorophyl will lie at the base
of the edifice; in other words, that
there will be a vegetable kingdom.
The great danger for a plant in a
dry air is desiccation, we may expect
Martian leaves to have thick cuticles,
just as the cactus has. Moreover,
since moisture will -come to the Mar
tian plant, as Mr. Lowell shows, main
ly from below, and not-as rain from
above, coming in seasonal floods from
the melting of the snow-cap. the
typical Martian plant will probably be
; tall, and have its bunches and clus
| ters of spiky blue-green leaves upon
uplifting reedy stalks.
Of course, there will be an infinite
i variety of species of plants upon Mars
i as upon the earth, but these will be
| the general characteristics of the
I vegetation.
Now, this conception of the Martian
! vegetation as mainly of big. slender,
stalky, lax textured. flood-fed plants,
with great shocks of fleshy, needle
shaped or formless leaves above, and
no doubt with as various a display of
flowers and fruits as our earthly
flora, prepares the ground for the
consideration of the Martian animals.
Everyone nowadays knows how'
ctasely related, is the structure of
every animal to the food it consumes.
Different food, different animals, has
almost axiomatic value; and the very
peculiar nature of the Martian flora
is in itself suflicient to dispel the idea
of our meeting beasts with any close
I analogy to terrestrial species. We
shall find no flies nor sparrows, nor
dogs nor. .cats on Mars.
The Martian air is thinner and drier
than ours, and we conclude, therefore,
that there is still more need than on
earth for well-protected, capacious
lungs. It follows that the Martian
fauna will run to large chests.
Here. then, is one indication for a
picture of a Martian animal—it must
be built with more lung space than
the corresponding terrestrial form.
And the same reason that will make
the vegetation laxer and flimsier will
make the forms of the Martian animal
kingdom laxer and flimsier, and either
larger or else slenderer than earthly
types.
Since the Martian vegetation has
| become adapted to seasoned flood con
ditions. there will lie not only fliers
and climbers, but waders—long-legged
forms. Well, here we get something
—fliers, climbers, and waders, with a
sort of backbone. Now let us bring
in another fact, the fact that the Mar
tian year is just twice the length of
ours, and alternates between hot sum
mer sunshine—like the sunshine we
experience on high mountains—and
a long, frost-bitten winter. The day,
too. has the length of a terrestrial
day, and because of the thin air will
have just the quick changes from heat
to cold we find on this planet upon
the higher mountains.
This means that all these birds and
beasts must be adapted to great
changes of temperature. To meet
that they must be covered by some
thick, air-holding, non-conducting cov
ering. something analogous to fur or
feathers, which they can thin out in
summer and renew for the winter’s
bitterness.
And now as to the ruling inhabitants
who made the gigantic canal system
of Mars, those creatures of human or
superhuman intelligence who. unless
Mr. Lowell is no more than a fantas
tic visionary, have taken Mars in hand
to rule and order and cultivate sys
tematically and completely, as I be
lieve some day man will take this
earth.
How far are these ruling beings
likely to resemble terrestrial human
ity?
“Well, there are certain features in
which they are likely to resemble us.
The quasi-mammalian origins we have
supposed for them imply a quasi
human appearance. They will prob
ably have heads and eyes and back
boned bodies; and since they must
have big brains because of their high
intelligence, and since almost all crea
tures with big brains tend to have
them forward in their heads near
their eyes, these Martians will prob
ably have big, shapely skulls. But
their bodies will in all likelihood be
larger in size than humanity, two and
two-third times, perhaps, the mass of
a man. That does not mean, how
ever. that they will be two and two
thirds as tall; but allowing for the
laxer texture of things on Mars, it
may be that they will be half as tall
again when standing up. And as like
ly as not they will be covered with
feathers or fur.
There can be no doubt of the im
mense part the development of the
hand has played in the education of
the human intelligence. So that it
would be quite natural to imagine the
Martians as big-headed, deep-chested
bipeds, grotesquely caricaturing hu
manity with arms and hands.
But that is only one of several al
most equally plausible possibilities.
One thing we may rely upon; that
the Martians must have some pre
hensile organ, primarily because the
development of intelligence is almost
unthinkable without it; and secondly,
because in no other wmy could they
get their engineering done. It is
stranger to our imaginations, but no
less reasonable, to suppose, instead
of a hand, an elephant-like proboscis,
or a group of tentacles or proboscis
like organs.
Finally, here is a thought that may
be reassuring to any reader who finds
these Martians alarming; If a man
was transferred suddenly to the sur
face of Mars, he would find himself
immensely exhilarated—so soon as he
had got over a slight mountain-sick
ness. He would weigh not a half
what he does upon earth. He would
prance and leap; he would lift twice
his utmost earthly burden with ease.
But if a Martian came to earth his
weight would bear hint down like a
cope of lead. He would weigh two and
two-thirds of his Martian weight, and
probably he would find existence in
sufferable. His limbs would not sup
port him. Perhaps he would die. self
crushed, at once.
H. G. WELLS.
But They Seldom Come.
No man ever betrayed a trust with
out intending to fix it up if things ever
came his way.
SMALLPOX FESTIVAL IN JAPAN
Treatment of Disease Seems Ludicrous
in Western Eyes.
There is an epidemic of smallpox in
some sections of Tokyo and an ancient
smallpox festival is being very gen
erally revived by those who fear the
disease, it is thus described by the
Japan Times: "Those infected with
or apprehensive of smallpox make a
sort of table, four feet by two feet,
which, covering it with red cloth, they
deposit in the parlor. Upon it they
heap large bags of rice, on top of
which red gohei—peculiarly cut pa
per, considered by the vulgar to
be sacred—is placed. This forms a
sort of temporary shrine before which
the family kneel and worship for 12
days, after which period all the rice
and other articles and offerings are
cast away, either in the river or by
the roadside, to be touched only by
dogs and mendicants. Simultaneously
with this, the family, especially those
Infected with smallpox, bathe them
selves in red-colored hot water, which
is produced by boiling red beans.
Th^ special feature of this practice is
the redness of color which character
izes almost everything forming part of
the festival. For 12 days, which is
the term of the festival, the people
use red-colored towels and ate dressed
in red kimonos and receive no gifts
which are not rendered prominent by
red. They keep their persons as clean
as possible. The idea of this peculiar
instittuion would appear to be that
the god of smallpox stays for 12 days
in one family; so that during his
short sojourn they must coax and
humor him as much as possible, that
he may not leave any disastrous ef
fects behind him."
It was long thought that the water
from melted snow was the purest of
all water. This idea has been proved
incorrect, as the reverse is the case.
Snow is really a purifier of the at
mosphere, attracting from it, as it
falls, various impurities; and these
are found in the snow water.
ALMOST A MIRACLE.
Raised Up When Science Said There
Was No Hope.
G. W. L. Nesbitt, Depot Street,
Marion, Ky., writes: “I was a ehronie
invalid with Kidney
troubles, and often
wished death might
end my awful suffer
ings. The secretions
were thick with sedi
ment, my limb s
swollen and my right
side so nearly pa^
aiyzea 1 cuuui nor
raise my hand above my head. The
doctor held out no hope of ray re
covery, and I had given up. but ai last
started using Doan's Kidney Pills and
made a rapid gain. After three months'
use I was well and at work again."
Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a box.
Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo. N. Y.
EXTREE! EXTREE!
Si—Pop, the old red caow boz
kicked the bucket!
Hi—Je-rushlem, I wouldn't tuk $40
fer thet caow! Did she pass away in
peace ?
Si—She passed away in pieces, yep!
The old fule kicked thet bucket o' stuff
yeou go tew blow up stumps with!
15 YEARS OF SUFFERING.
Burning, Painful Sores on Legs—.
Tortured Day and Night—Tried
Many Remedies to No Avail
—Cured by Cuticura.
“After an attack of rheumatism,
running sores broke out on my hus
band's legs, from below the knees to
the ankles. There are no words to
tell all the discomforts and great suf
fering he had to endure night and day.
He used every kind of remedy and
three physicians treated him. one after
the other, without any good results
whatever. One day 1 ordered some
Cuticura Soap. Cuticura Ointment,
and Cuticura Resolvent. He began
to use them and in three weeks all the
sores were died up. The burning fire
stopped, and the pains became bear
able. After three mouths he was quite
well. I can prove this testimonial at
any time. Mrs. V. V. Albert, Upper
Frenchvllle, Me., July 21, 1907.”
Paving the Way.
“George." said the pretty girl, “I
know you're awful bashful."
This was portentous, with leap year
so new He blushed assent.
“And you'd have proposed to me ex
cept for that?"
This, too, he was bound to acknowl
edge.
“Well. 1 would have accepted." she
we#t on, “and so that's settled.''
Discussing the matter later she ex
pressed a natural pride that she had
not taken any advantage of the sea
son.
State or Ohio, City or Toledo,! „
Lucas Couty. t 0
Fbank J. Cheney make* oath that he is rnnlor
partner of tho Arm of F. J. Cheney A Co., i :if
business In the City of Toledo. County and Slat*
Aforesaid, an-i that said firm will pay the sum of
USE HUNDRED DOLLARS for each and every
case f Catarrh that cannot be cured by the use of
Hall’s Catabhh Cube.
FRANK T. CHEN FT
Sworn to before me and subscribed lu my preseuce,
this 6th day of December, A. D.. 1S%.
) ^# A W. GLEASON.
I f Notary Public.
Hall's Catarrh Cure lc taken Internally anl acta
directly «>a the blood and mucous surfaces of tne
system. Send for testimonials, free.
F. J. CHENEY A CO.. Toledo, O.
Sold by q’,1 Druggist*. 75c.
Take Hall's Family Pills for constipation. /
Reflected Sentiment.
“Whenever that man speaks, you
know exactly what he thinks,” re
marked the admiring auditor.
"I shouldn't say that," answered the
cautious person. “But you know ex
actly what he thinks his constituent*
want him to think.”
Lewis' Single Binder straight 5c cigar.
Made of extra quality tobacco. Your
dealer or Lewis’ Factory, I’eoria, 111.
I put myself in the way of things
happening anil they happened —Theo
dore Roosevelt.
Syruptffigs
<^£1 ixir sfSenna
acts gently yet prompt
ly on the bowels, cleanses
me system effectually,
assists one in overcoming
habitual constipation
permanently. To got its
oenejicial ejects buy
the genuine.
rlanajacturcdl hy the
CALIFORNIA
Fic -Syrup Co.
SOLD BY LEAD! MG DRUCGISTS- 504 p^BOTTLt
SICK HEADACHE
Positively cared by
these Little Pills.
They also relieve Dt»
traae from Dyspepela, L®»
digestion and Too Liearty
Eating. A perfect rant
ed j fur DiizinesM, N’ao
DrowsIneMs. Bad
Taste in t he Mouth, Coa >
ed ToryiiP, Pain In the
JSide, P'f) LIVSK.
They regulate th< Rt'.' *. V Vsgetablfc
SHALL PILL. SMALL f;lV, • alL PHICE.
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IVER
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