“Put — Your—Helm—Over—to—Fort! Port! You Lubber, Port!”
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Joseph C. Lincoln
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SYNOPSIS.
Mr Solomon Pratt bt-Kan comical nar
-i ration of storj introducing well-to-do
1 Nathan Scudder of his town, and Edward
Van Brunt and Martin Hartley, two rich
New Yorkers seeking rest. Because of
latter pair’s lavish expenditure of money.
Pratt's first impression was connected
with lunatics. The arrival of James
Hopper. Van Brunt's valet, gave Pratt
the desired information about the New
Yorkers They wished to live what they
t*rmed "The Natural Ufe." Van Brunt,
it was learned, wajs the successful suitor
for rhe hand of Miss Agnes Page, who
gu Hartley up. "The Heavenlies" hear
a 'ig story of the domestic woes of
M Hannah Jane Purvis, their cook and
r: 1 of all work. Decide to let her go |
an engage Sol Pratt as chef. Twins
eg • to leave Nate Scudder's abode and
be-, i unavailing search for another
do icile. Adventure at Fourth of July
cc rration at Eastwich. Hartley rescued
a i *y. known as “Reddy.” from under a
horse's feet and the urchin proved to be
or of Miss Page's charges, whom she
ha taken to the country for an outing.
M ss Pag* and Hurtle. were separated
during a fierce storm, which followed the
pi-nic.
CHAPTER V.—Continued.
1 presumed likely that 1 understood
— nore maybe that he thought I did.
Headache is a fair to middling excuse, j
but I judged there was other things.
I'd seen them two look at each other \
when they met, and—well, they say I
a cod's as good as a wink to a blind
horse, and I ain't blind. 1 made a sort
of note in ,my mind to get the pumps
to working again on Lord James next
time 1 got a chance at him alone.
Hartley left me and went over to
the railroad depot and I kept on j
down the road to the shore. 1 was
looting along, going over to myself
the doings of the afternoon and won- ]
d< ring what Van Brunt would say and !
st on, when I come out into the clear j
place at the top of Meeting House hill, i
A::d the meeting house clock struck
foi. r.
i jumped like I'd set down on a
he stove. I hadn't no idea It was as
late as that. The pig and the Page
girl and the rest of the mix-up had put
all notion of time out of my head. I
va- ked out my watch to make sure
that that clock was right, and then
1 glanced at the sky. Over to the
east’ard a big. fat, gray fog bank was
piling up. 'Twas high water at two.
Eastwich Port cove is a nasty place to
get out of at low tide, and here was an
easterly fog coming.
As a general thing I don't take any
body's wash when it comes to han
dling a boat or looking out for weather
and such, but now I was ready to
sing small. A ten-year-old boy brought
up along shore would have known bet
ter than to do as I'd done. Don't make
no odds how good an excuse I had for
forgetting; no excuse is good where it
comes to sailboating. I went down
that hill like the man in the tin cof
fin went to Tophet, “clinketty jingle.”
1 jumped fences and cut across lots,
and I'm ready to swear right now that
there's more horse briars to the square
i.ich in Eastwich Port than in any oth
ei place on the Lord's green earth.
1 bust through the pines and come out
on the beach yelling: “Hi: Turn out.
everybody’ Get aboard now. Live
ly l”
Aka, by time! there wa'n't a soul in
sight, f or no less than twenty-two |
and a half minutes by my watch I j
walked up and down that beach, see- ;
ing the tide go out and bettering i
“Ahoy!" and “Where are you?” at
the top of my lungs. And then, lo
and behold you. here comes Van
Brunt and Lord James, poking along
as if they had all the time there was.
Van bad been over behind the point
taking a swim and his lordship had
gone along to set on his boss' trous
ers and keep the creases in, or some
such mighty important job.
“All right, skipper; all right,"
diawls Van, cool as a Sunday school
boy at an ice cream sociable. "You’ve
got good lungs and you'd ought to be
careful of 'em. I've heard you whoop
ing for the last ten minutes. What
did you and Martin have when you
were up town? By the way, where is
Martin?"
He was so everlasting comfortable
and sassy and I was so biling hot and
nervous that it made me mad.
"He's gone home on the train," I
snapped out. "Got a headache."
"Headache, eh? Humph! What
did you have up town and where did
von get it?”
"Never mind where we got it." says
I. "You'll get a headache from setting
up stuck on a shoal all night if you
don't get aboard that boat. Look at
them clouds."
He looked at 'em. "Ah," he says;
' very like a whale."
I didn't know v.hat he meant and I
didn't care.
“Whale!" says I. “Well, we'll be
lucky if we ain't the Jonahs. Get
aboard with that basket, you Opper
what's-your-name, will you; if you
want to fetch port to-night."
Lord James looked like he'd like to
put another “'ead" on me, but his boss
was round and he dassent talk back.
Between us we loaded the dunnage.
Then Van got aboard, deliberate
enough to try a parson's patience, and
1 cast loose and got sail on the Dora
Bassett. We'd made a start, anyhow.
But it turned out that was all we'd
made. Van commenced to ask me
more about Hartley, and afore I could
tell him the news about the pig race
and the rest, the Dora Bassett run her
nose on a sand flat and there she
stuck. I was afraid of that tide all
along.
1 tried to get her off with the oar.
but twas no go. Then I pulled the j
skiff alongside—the one we'd been
towing astern—and got into that and
tried that way. But that wouldn't
work either. Finally I jumped over
board up to my waist and then I got
her off.
But she stuck again afore we got
out of the cove. I splashed and
shoved and worked for another half
hour or so. the wind dying out and the
fog drifting in. Time I got her afloat
this time and had listened to a steady
stretch of Van Brunt's lazy sarcasms,
my temper was worn to shoe-strings.
Consarn the man! It didn’t seem to
make no difference to him whether he
got home that night or a week from
then.
We got out of that blessed cove
and into the channel somewheres
around six o'clock. Then 'twas a dead
beat home and the breeze pretty nigh
gone. A few minutes, and the fog
shut down on us, wet and thick and
heavy as ever I see it. We poked
along for an hour or so more and
then twas most dark and we want
half way to W ellmouth. Lord James i
in his usual position, hanging on to
the centerboard and moving his head
from one side to t'other as if he was
afraid of being hit when he wa'n’t
looking. I'd pretty nigh scalped him
with the boom once or twice and
now he ducked whenever the tiller
squeaked. He certainly looked like
a statue of misery in a fountain, with
the fog dripping off his side-whiskers.
\ an was stre .hed out on the locker,
blowing smoke rings and spouting
poetry. I'd been too busy to tell him
a word about his girl's being in the
neighborhood. Fact is, I didn't like
the feel of things. 1 believed there was
wind coming.
"See here,” says I. finally, “c-" cl
you fellers’ ’ll have to go fc-' _ and
keep an eye out for shor V We’re on
the edge of i channel here and 1
want to be in deep water afore a
squall bits us. I < "ate there’s one
pretty nigh due."
His lordship just stared at me Ashy
eyed and pitiful. As for Van. he went
on reciting something about being on
the sea, "with the blue above and the
blue below.” He wa'n’t going to stir
—not him.
“Look here,” I says. “If we strike
a sand bar and a squall strikes us at
the same time we'll go below, way
down, where it's a big sight bluer
than ’tis here, ’cording to the minis
ter's tell. Go for'ard on lookout, won't
you?”
So he went, though I doubt if he'd
have known a bar when he see one—
not that kind anyway.
Pretty soon the breeze give out
altogether. And then, from off in the
distance, I heard a noise, a rushing,
roaring kind of noise.
"Hark!" I yells. "Do you hear that?
Here she comes! Down with the jib.
Haul on that rope, Mr. Van, will you?
No, no! T'other one! T'other one!
Godfrey scissors! Here you Opper;
hang on to that tiller! Keep her just
as she is.”
1 made a long arm. grabbed that
valet man by the collar, yanked him
into the sternsheets and jammed the
tiller into his hand. Then I took a
flying leap for'ard where the Twin
was trying to cast loose the peak hal
liard. having a notion, it seemed, that
it ought to belong to the jib.
The squall struck us. The fog
split into pieces, same as a rotten
tops'l. The Dora Bassett heeled over
till I thought she was going on her
beam ends. His lordship turned loose
a yell like a tugboat whistle, lets go
the tiller and dives headfirst into the
cockpit amidships. As for me, 1 was
swinging over the side with my whole
weight on the jib downhaul, pawing
air with my feet, and trying to get
back my balance.
That downhaul was old and some
rotten. It broke and 1 went overboard
with a howl and a splash.
j n cui ** u ici: ^:uv»ut,u uc.siu • o
see glimpses of that blue place 1 was
speaking of just now. Then I pawed
up for air. When my head stuck out
of water there was something big
i and black swooping past it. I made
a grab and caught hold. As luck would
have it 'twas the skiff we was towing
astern.
I climbed into that skiff like a cat
up a tree. 1 was full of salt water—
eyes and all—but 1 could see the Dora
Bassett flopping ahead of me with her
gaff halfway down her mast. Seems
the halliard had broken just after the
downhaul did.
1 roared, a sputtering kind of roar.
And then Van s head stuck out over
the sloop's stern.
"God sakes!" says he. "Are you
drowned?"
“Drowned!" 1 hollers. “Think I'm
a pesky lubber just cause you—” 1
had to stop here to cough. I was a
regular tank, as you might say. of salt
water.
"Good heavens!" says Van. “Do
they always do that—boats, I mean?"
"Always do—" 1 was so mad at myself
and ail creation that 1 could scarcely
answer. “Oh, suffering mighty! if
ever go to sea again with a parcel
of— Catch a hold of that tiller! Bring
her into the wind! Cast off that main
sheet! Cast it off! Here comes
another one!"
I suppose mainsheets are kind of
scarce on the “Street." Anyhow I
see that he didn't know what 1 meant.
“That rope at the stern." I hollers,
dancing around in the skiff. “Cast
it off! Lively!”
The second squall struck us. I see
the Dora Bassett drive off in a sweep
ing half circle, the end of the boom
knocking the tops of the waves to
pieces and the spray flying like a
waterfall. And. louder than the wind
or anything else, I could hear Lord
James bellering for home and mother.
But 'twan't till afterwards that I
remembered any of this. Just then
I had other fish to fry. There was
two or three ropes at the sailboat's
stern and Van had cast off one of 'em,
same as I ordered.
Only, as it happened, instead of the
mainsheet he'd cast off the skiff's
painter. Me and the Dora Bassett was
parting company fast.
From out of the dark ahead of me
come a yell, louder even than Lord
James’ distress signals.
"Sol!" hollers Van Brunt. “Sol
Pratt!"
“Ay, ay!” I screams. “I’m all
right. Never mind me. Put your helm
over to port.”
“Port what?"
“Put—your—helm—over—to—port !
Port! you lubber! PORT!” My man
ners had gone overboard when I did
and they'd missed the skiff.
'Twas quiet for a minute. Then.
*rom further off comes the screech:
"What—part—of—the—damn—thing
—is—port?”
"Never mind!” I yells. “Keep—her
—just—as—she—is. You’ll—fetch—
up—all—right. Better—take—reef.
Slack—that—main—sheet!”
Then I had to quit and grab up the
oars and bring the skiff bow on to the
seas. When 1 got her headed right 1
couldn't see nor hear nothing of the
Dora Bassett. As Major Philander
Phinney says when he gets to telling
how much better General Grant would
have done if he’d took his advice, I
was “disconnected with my base of
supplies.”
CHAPTER VI.
Ozone Island.
I was pretty busy for the next good
while ‘tending to that skiff. And
scared, don’t say a word. Not scared
for myself, you understand—no, in
deed. When I get drowned, with a
tight plank under me and a pair of
oars in my hand, ’twon't be in the bay,
I'll tell you that. But I was scared for
Van Brunt and his lordship in the
Dora Bassett. They didn’t either of
'em know the jib from the rudder,
and the valet was too crazy frightened
to be of any use if he had.
But Van was sure to be cool enough,
and the broken gaff would act like a
double, reef, so that was some com
fort. And the squall wa'n't going to
amount to nothing—’twa- • nlv a fair
breeze ven now—co if . an had sense
r~ ~ Jh to keep the tiller straight and
-~t her run they'd fetch up some
wheres alongshore. I judged. And, to
make me hope still more, the squall
had t: eight a coni"!'‘e change of
wind wiih it; now tw. blowing back
up the bay instead of out to sea.
So I squared my shoulders and laid
to the oars, heading for where, judg
ing by the wind, the land ought to be.
'Ttfas darker than a black kitten in
a nigger's pocket, but 1 cal'lated to be
able to hit the broadside of the United
States somewheres. I got aground on
the flats five or six times, but along
towards midnight I butted ashore at
the little end of nowhere where there
was nothing but bushes and sand and
pines, no sign of civilization. And by
this time 'twas pouring rain.
After a couple of years of scratch
ing and swearing and falling down I
come out of the scrub into a kind of
clearing. Then 1 discovered a barbed
wire fence by hanging up on it like
a sheet on a line and located the back
of a barn by banging into it with my
head. Then a nice talkative dog come
out of the barn and located me, and
things commenced to liven up.
While me and the dog were con
ducting our experience meeting, a
light showed in an upstairs window
a little ways off and somebody sticks
their head out and wants to know
what's the matter.
"Who are you?” he says.
“My name’s Pratt,” says T.
"Where are you?”
“Well,” I says, ” judging by the feel
and smell I'm on top of the pig-sty.
But I ain't real sure. I can tell you
where your dog is, if you want to
know.”
"What are you doing round here
this time of night?" he says.
I told him as well as 1 could. The
dog was having a conniption fit. trying
to bark itself inside out. and I had
to say things over three or four times
so's a body could hear. But the feller
at the window wa nt satisfied even
then. 1 never see such a wooden
head.
"What Pratt did you say you was?"
he holiers.
I told him my name and where I
hailed from.
"Sol Piatt?" he says. “Of Well
mouth? What are you doing way ;
over here?”
"Blast it all!" I vel’s. "If I wa n t j
half drowned already 1 should say I
was getting w-et. Turn out and let a J
feller into the kitchen or somewkeres, j
won't you? And tie up this everlasting
dog.”
That seemed to wake him up some i
and in ten minutes or so he comes
poking out with a lantern. I knew
him then. Twas Ebenezer Holbrook.
Huldy Ann Scudder's sister's husband,
who lives over in the woods on the
line between South Eastwich and
West Ostable. There was another
man with him and blest if it didn't
turn out to be Nate Scudder himself.
Him and Huldy was visiting over
there, same as he said they was going
to.
.Nate had more than a million ques
tions to ask. Ebenezer tied up the
dog—the critter pretty nigh broke
down and sobbed when he found 1
v a'n't to be fed to him—and we went
into the kitchen. Then Mrs. Holbrook
and Huldy Ann. rigged up tasty and
becoming in curl papers and bed quilts,
floated downstairs and there was more
questions.
When Nate found out that one of
his lodgers was cast adrift in the bay
he was almost as worried and upset
as 1 was. Iiut Ebenezer agreed with us
that there was a good chance of the
sloop’s getting ashore safe. He said
why didn’t I turn in on his setting
room lounge for the few hours be
tween then and sun-up. and in the
morning me and Nate could take his
yawl dory and cruise alongshore and
hunt. So I done it. though 'twas pre
cious little sleep I got.
About six o'clock we started. 1
thought first I'd go up to Eastwich
village and telegraph to Hartley. Then
1 thought Id better not; no use to
scare him till I had to. Nate had
heard about the pig chase and Hart
ley's doings over there and he pes
tered the life out of me with questions
aoom mat.
"Queer that boy should turn out to
be his brother, wa'n't it?" he says.
"Whose brother?" says I, leaning
otit over the yawl's side and watch
ing for signs of the Dora Bassett.
“Why, Hartley s." he says.
“Brother:" says I. " 'Twan't his
brothen No relation to him."
"I heard different." he says. "1
heard ’twas his brother, name of Oscar
Dennis. And that woman from the
school was his brother's wife. Some
says she ain't living with her husband
and some say Hartley's right name is
Dennis and that she s his wife and he
was down here hiding from her. Seems
when that boy first dove into the
crowd twas because he'd seen Hart
ley. They say that when that woman
and this Hartley met, she sings out:
My God! my husband!' That's what
some says she said, and others says—”
ITO BE CONTINUED.)
How to Resist Colds.
Medical science is now nearly unani
mous in its belief that colds are ac
quired by infection, just like measles
or scarlet fever. They run through
schools and factories and families.
Folk who lead outdoor lives and dwell
in well ventilated houses are least sus
ceptible to them if they do not under
feed or overindulge in alcohol and if
they do not pile on so much clothing
that the splendid armor of the human
skin is pampered and weakened.
Plenty of cold bathing and exercise,
light underwear, free i re of water in
side and outside of the body and
sleeping with wide-op' ~i windows will
help them to resist th. infection.
There Is an Order ! iigher Still.
You are set in an ag when the ma
terial civilization of U.e world has
been piled up to a girrutic height, to
testify that there is a 1 order higher
still; that as the sou! is more than
the body, and eternity than time, so
the moral order is above the material;
that justice is above power; that jus
tice may suffer long, hut must reign
at last; that power is not right; that
no wrongs can be sanctified by suc
cess; nor can the immutable laws of
right and wrong be confounded.—
Cardinal Manning.
Modest Ambition.
"So you expect to convince your
constituents that you are a great, good
and wise man," said the sneering
friend.
"No, I don’t," answered Senator Sor
ghum. “All I am trying.to do is to
show that the other fellow is worse
than I am. The average political
triumph doesn't get much beyond be
ing accepted as the lesser of two
evils.” i
DOWN MISSOURI I IT
CANADA'S RESPECT FOR LAW
AND ORDER THE SUBJECT
FOR FAVORABLE COMMENT.
Those who have visited Canada are
always impressed with the strict ob
servance that is given to the laws
of the country', and the order that is
preserved everywhere. The editor of
the Gazette, of Fulton, Nev., recently
paid a visit to Western Canada. He
was so impressed with the conditions
that he saw everywhere, that on his
return home he was inspired to write
as follows: “Reverence and respect
for law is a dominant characteristic
of the Canadian people. Wherever
one goes in Canada, whether east or
west, the law is supreme. The law is
obeyed because it is law, seemingly,
and not because violation carries a
penalty. Canada enforces the law and
makes every law effective. No coun
try is more free than Canada. In name
Canada is a dependency of the Brit;
ish Crown. In fact, it is almost a
third republic. All its taxes are voted,
collected and expended by the Domin
ion and the provinces. The nominal
head of the Government is the Gov- :
ernor General, appointed by the Eng
lish Crown. Practically his only au
thority is to veto the acts of parlia
ment, which he scarcely ever exer
cises. Canada gives nothing to the
support of the English government or
the English king. She gives England
the advantage in trade regulations and
tariff laws, and in return receives the
protection of the British army and
navy. Canada enjoys the protection
without sharing in the expense.
“The sale of liquor is strictly regu
lated. None but hotel-keepers may
obtain license to vend the stuff, and
before a license can be secured an ap
plicant must prove good character and
provide twenty rooms in his tavern
for the accommodation of guests. The
bar-rooms close at 7 o'clock Saturday
evening and remain closed until Mon
day morning. The schools and churches
in Western Canada excite admiration.
Though new, Western Canada is not
godless. The finest buildings in every
town are the churches. Next come
the school houses."
Turning to the wheat fields of West
ern Canada, the editor of the Laurel
(Neb.) Advocate of Sept. 17th says:
"I have often thought that the
reason that the characters of Charles
Dickens are so impressed upon the
minds of his readers is because he
dwells upon them so long and de
scribes them so minutely that by the
time one has waded through his long
; drawn out stories they are so burned
■ into his train that he can never forget
! them. It was this way with the Cana
| dian wheat fields. Had we only seen
a few the memory of them might
j have worn away in time, but a long
drawn out experience such as we had
; is sure tQ leave an uneffaceable im
pression. Never while we live shall
: we forget the Canadian wheat fields.
They call it the granary of the Brit
ish Empire, and we don’t blame ’em.
Nobody who has seen these wheat
fields can wonder at their enthusiasm."
It is worth while to record that these
j fields have now been harvested, and
l in many cases yields as high as forty
i and fifty bushels per acre have been
marketed, while the general average
has been away above 20 bushels per
acre. Oats and barley have also
done well, and the profits, the prices
j of grains being high, have paid the
entire cost of the farms of many a
farmer. There is now 160 acres of
land given away, in addition to the
160 acres that the homesteader may
purchase at S3.00 an acre. Particu
lars of this as well as the lowest rail
way rates will be given by the Cana
dian Government Agent.
THE DIFFERENCE.
Jones—You never hear of a fat
criminal, do you?
Bones—Certainly not. Look how
difficult it would be for a stout person j
to stoop to anything low!
Reached His Limit.
Little Henry had been very naughty
and was shut up in a closet until he
should express proper penitence for
his misdeeds. Near by sat his moth
er, ready to extend pardon to the
small offender at the first sign of
sorrow. At last a faint sigh caught
her ear. Creeping silently to the
door, she discovered thtr child seated
on the floor in a disconsolate attitude.
“Poor me!” he muttered, with an
other sigh. “Why can't I get out?
J'se done sorried all I can sorry!’’—
Delineator.
State or Ohio Citt or Toledo, i
Lucas County i ss
Frank J. Cheney malse** oath that hr ta senior
partner of the arm of F. J. Cheney * Co., dome
business In the City of Toledo. County and state
aforesaid, and that said firm will pay the sum of
ON'K Hf.YDRED DOLLARS for each and every
rasc of Catarrh that cannot be cured by the use of
Hall’s Catarrh Ctrl.
FRANK .1. CHENEY.
Sworn to before me and aubserlbed In my presence,
this Cth day of December. A. D., 1886.
I 7?7T ' A. W. GLEASON.
i_,_' Notart Public.
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directiy upon the blood and mucous surfaces of the
system. teend for testimonials, free.
F J. CHENEY A CO.. Toledo. O
Fold by all Druggists. 75c.
Take Hall's Family Pills for constipation
It was at Derby, England, that the
members of the Society of Friends i
were first called Quakers, and the
church there has just observed its cen
tennial.
LewisJ Single Binder costs more than
other 5c cigars. Smokers know why.
Your dealer or Lewis’ Factory, Peoria, IIL
A man who is continually breaking
his promises soon goes to pieces.
Mrs. Winslow's Soothing Syrnp.
For children teething, softens the gums, reduces by
flammatlou. allays patn, cures wind collu. SScabotUs.
How we dislike to accept a favor
from a person we dislike!
ONE CALAMITY NOT FORESEEN.
And That, of Ccurss, Was the Cne
That Actually Occurred.
Mrs. Silas Bennett was a philoso
pher. On a certain dismal occasion
some of the neighboring women were
condoling with her. With commenda
ble cheerfulness, says a writer in the
New York Times, she replied:
“I've raised four giris an' three boys,
expectin' every time they'd be twins
and redheaded like their Grandpa
Bennett, an' yet they ain't.
“An’ I’ve worried consid'ble over
smallpox breakin' out in my big fam
ily. So far, ’tain’t.
“Last summer, durin' July an’ Au
gust, an' mebbe part of September, I
was real meloncholic, fearin’ I'd got
an appendix; but I guess 1 ain't.
"An’ through it all, it never occurred
to me that I'd be the one to fall
through them rotten old meetin' house
steps an' break my leg in two places,
but I be.”—Youth's Companion.
AND THE CAT LAUGHED.
She—John, dear, the doctor says I
need a change of climate.
Her Husband—All right, the weath
er man says it will be colder to
morrow.
Sheer white goods, in fact, any One
wash goods when new, owe much of
their attractiveness to the way they
are laundered, this being done in a
manner to enhance their textile beau
ty. Home laundering would be equal
ly satisfactory if proper attention was
given to starching, the first essential
being good Starch, which has sufficient
strength to stiffen, without thickening
the goods. Try Defiance Starch and
you will be pleasantly surprised at the
improved appearance of your work.
They Don’t Speak Now.
"You love long rambles in the coun
try?” asked the girl in the white
stveater.
"Yes, indeed,” responded the young
man in the green hat with the purple
band and buckled shoes. “When I go
out in the country all nature seems to
smile.”
"Gracious! I don't blame her. It is
a wonder she don't laugh outright.”
A Cheerful Guesser.
"What does an actor mean by a ‘fat
part?’ ”
"1 don't know, but from the oleagin
ous sound I should judge it means the
olio."—Kansas City Times.
Pettit’s Eye Salve tor 25c.
Relieves tired, congested, inflamed and
sore eyes, quick]} stops eye aches. Ali
druggists or Howard Bros.. Buffalo. X. Y.
Money isn't everything in the world,
bill it's difficult to realize this fully
unless you have money.
Y c.u always get full value in Lewis'
Single Binder straight 5c cigar. Your
dealer or Lewis’ Factory, Peoria, 111.
Anacharsis: Laws catch flies and
let hornets go free.
^oixirtfSenna
Cl eanses tne vVstem Effect
ually;Dtspels Colds anduGatk
aclies duo to Constipation;
Arts naturally, acts truly as
a Laxative.
Best jorMenVvbmen and Ckdd
ren-Youngand Old.
To get its ltenejieial E||ects
Always buy tke Cjenuine \vkick
has me jull name o|tke Com
'^CALIFORNIA
flG SfRIP Co.
by vauim it is manufactured, printed on the
front of eve™ package.
SOLD BY ALL LEADING DRUGGISTS
one iize only, regular price 50 • per bottle.
COLDS FROM
EXPOSURE
to all kinds of inclement
weather are of such com
mon occurrence that they
are not generally consid
ered dangerous. This is
a great mistake. Serious
illness often follows in the
wake of a neglected cold.
DR. D. JAYNES
Expectorant
has been successful for seventy
eight years in curing Colds,
Coughs, Bronchitis, and Pleu
risy. It is also a standard
remedy for Croup, Whocping
Couph, Inflammation of the
Lungs or Chest and Asthma.
Cure your cold notv—go to
your druggist’s and get a bottle
of Dr. D. Jayne’s Expectorant.
Three sizes, $1.00, 50c. and 25c.
Dr. D. Jayne’s Tonic Vermifuge
will build you up splendidly if "run
down" from a severe cold.
PIKER'S
HAIR BALSAM
1 Cleanses and l*ea fin I hair.
I Promotes a luxuriant p^wrlh.
IHever Pails to lies'ore Gr«y
R Hair to its Youthful Cr.lor.
I Cures scalp diseases &. hair u» hug.
50c, uid fl.uoar Hr^eir.sts
TFor famons asd delirious
candies amt chocolates,
write to the maker for cat*
alojr, wholesale or retail.
Gunther’* Confertionery
212 Slate Street, Chicago, HI.
DEFIANCE Gold Water Starch
oiakeb laundry work a pleasure 10 oz pkg. lOo.
Thompson’s Eye Water
W. N. U.. OMAHA, NO. 48, 1908
ALCOHOL-3 PER CENT i
ANegetable Preparation for As- J
similatingtheFoodandRegula- ;
ting the Stomachs and Bowels of j
Promotes Digestion,Cheerful
ness and RestContains neither
Opium.Morphine nor Mineral
Not Narcotic
InfantsyffciiiLD ken
! Peapt of Old DrSAMUEl PfTCPER
Pumpkin Steel -
4lx Senna
PoehfUe Scfts -
Anise See A -
kitoperminl -
BiCnrlcnateSexiex -
Harm Seed -
ClarFird Surjar
H'tnfcnpren Flavor
Apcrfect Remedy forConslipa
lion, Sour Stomach,Diarrhoea,
iSfC: Worms .Convulsions .Feverish
^*>5 ness and LOSS OF SLEEP
Facsimile Signature of
se*T
The Centaur Company.
NEW YORK.
^Guaranteed under the Food aw
Exact Copy of Wrapper.
nil
For Infants and Children.
The Kind You Have
Always Bought
Thirty Years
mm
the OEKTavn oobmmv. mew vom cm.
25 cts.
CHRONIC CHEST COMPLAINTS
of the most serious character have been permanently cured with IW.
Cine. Coughs, colds, hoarseness, bronchitis and asthma quickly respond
to us healing influence. 11 you have a cough or cold, if you are hoarse
or have difficulty with your breathing, get a bottle of Poo's Cute. Imm._
djate benefit follow, the first do*. Continued me generally brings com
plete relief Fw nearly half a century Piso's Cure has been demnn.tT.h~.
that the most advanced forms of crush,, colds and chrome ehmt
