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JUDGE
) y§y Vaughan Kester i
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SYNOPSIS.
T* - tmw »• tf* «•» ri ng at the story '• !
an old wro-oui
••atheer. plantation. t*r*» as the Bar
•Of- The ptofu to to be sold- and He
l*u»'-.-y m. tl.ai ot the -nsne'e, the
Y - » t.r.r» la It> subject of dia. usaion by
J-eaV-ce t f. - ai.anr. a b.Sa-M man. s
Vane-jr. a fanner, artmsi It arm! toil Wine
s' rat _*-■* ate .at as Bladen, and Bvb
rtaaard, s njasidrill -t: fid of thr old
Y - -j- - w l.e tl-e tmv Nl
» family. f-f fats appearance.
t!..-*. - r-rr - jys !!e Bar>nv. but the
Y r-dMi tVnj . -,r kBOWtpdgr of thr :
** » Ye . jr t. ken* Ham..h.; Captain
**urr» a fr - nd of the trun'.ards. ap
I- r* and a.as wacsti na a howl the Bar
ony
CHAPTER V. (Continued.)
Ti hen • vu) Mairoy ride away from
Fq te - tjui s Murrell galloped falter
hr t Fresett ty she beard the beat of
fair h I-- * hurts as he came pound
hs along she sandy road, and glanced
faar * over her shoulder W ith an ex
riamatlu* of d;>,-ieaaure she reined in
fa. - tone Murrell quickly gained fa
Ida re at her side. •
T .- .. pope Kerris Is at the Barony?"
fae ►aid, drawing his horse down to a
walk
"! believe be is." said Betty with a
curt little air
“May 1 rrde with you?” he rave her
a swift glance. She nodded indif
ferently and would have urged her
horse Into a gallop again, but he made
a gesture of prate**.. “Oon't—or 1 j
shall think you are still running away
Iron me." be raid with a abort laugh
“Were you at the trial?" she asked
**! am glad they didn't get Hannibal
•way from Taney."
"Ob. Yaccy win have his bands full
w-tffc tfeul later—so will Bladen." he
added. t:"uiftcant.y. He studied her
out of those deeply sunken eyes of Ms
in which no shadow of youth lin
gered. for men such aa be reached
their prime eisrly. and !t was a swift
ly parsing splendor. “Kerns tells me
’' a are ruing to west Tennessee 7*'
i< said at length
"Yes."
“1 know your hall brother. Tom
Ware—I know felm very well."
So you know Tom?" she observed,
and frowned slightly, Tom was ber
guardian, -nd ber memories o! Mm
were hot satisfactory. A burly, un
shaven man with a queer streak of
meant! sa through bis character.
"You've spent much of your time
•!• n- .-th 7" suggested Murrell.
“Four years I've been at scbool.
y>» kt ■ w. That's where 1 met Judin
Ferris."
I ;vuu Lhr mnrv i i cuucr?rr.
It» still a bit raw compared with
whzt you're bees accustomed to ia
the north You iattn'i been back lc
ail those tour years?” Hetty shook
her head “Nor sees Tom—nor any
one Ironi oat fonder?- For some rea
coc a tittle tinge of color bad crept
Into Betty's cheeks. "Will you let me
renew oar acquaintance at Belle
Plain? I shall be tn west Tennessee
before the summer is over.
“I imagine you will be welcome at
Belie Piatn Yon are Tom's triend "
Murrell Mt his lip and then laughed
ns his mind conjured up a picture of
the cherished Tom. Suddenly he
reached oat and rested his hand on
kert
Betty—if 1 might think—” he be
gan hot his longue stumbled, ills
totemaiiaf was usually of a savage
sort but some quality tn the gm tele
him la check. Betty drew away from
kin. as angry color on her cheeks
and as angry light tn her eyes “For
give me. Betty:- murmured llurreN.
hoi his heart beat against his nbs.
and passion sent its surges through
him “Don't you know what I’m try
ing to tell you?” be whispered. Betty
ga-bered up her reins. “Not yet—“
be cried, and again he rested a heavy
band on be-*
“Let me go—iet me go!” cried Bet
ty indignantly
“No—not yef” He urged hts horse
Will nearer and gathered her close.
“You've got to hear me. I re loved
you since the first moment 1 rested
my eyes on you—and. by God. you
shall love use ia return!" He ieit her
struggle to tree herself from bis
grasp with a sense of savage triumph.
Brace Carrington, on fats way back
to Fayetteville from the Forks, came
abc-ut a tor* in the road.
At sight of the new-comer. Murrell,
with ah oath, released Betty, who.
y striking her horse with the whip, gai
loped down the road toward the
Barony As she fled past Camngton
She best low in her saddle.
“Isn't iet him follow me'” she
gasped, and Carrington, striding tor
ward. caught Murrell's horse by the
bit
"l-et go!" roared Murrell, and a
murderous light shot Irorn his eyes.
"1 don't know but 1 should pull you
out o! that saddle and twist your
neck!" said Carrington hotly. Mur
rell's tace underwent a swift change.
You're a bold fellow to force your
way into a lover's quarrel, ' he said
quietly. Carrington's arm dropped at
his side. Perhaps, after all. it was
that.
CHAPTER VI.
Betty Sets Cut for Tennessee
Pslice's first memories had to do
with long nights wb* n he perched be
ice his father on the cabin roof or
their keel-boat and watcbed the stars
or the blurred line of the shore where
1? lay against the sky. or the lights on
other barges and ralts drilting as
•hev were drifting, with their wneat
and com and whisky, to that com
mon market at the river's mouth.
Hruce Carrington had seen the day
of barge and raft reach its zenith,
h.: 1 heard the first steam packet’s
“I Don't Know but What I Should Pull You Out of That Saddle and Twist
Your Neck.”
-hriefclng whistle, which sounded the
death-knell of the ancient order,
though the shifting of the trade was a
slow matter and the glory of the old
did not pass over to the new at once,
tint lingered still in mighty fleets ot
rafts and keel-boats and in the Ho
menc carousals of some ten thousand
of the half-horse, half-alligator breed
that Lightly gathered In New Orleans.
After the reading of the warrant
that morning. Charley Balaam had
shown Carringtop the road to the
Forks, assuring him when they sep
arated that with\i little care and
decent use oi his eyes it would be
possible to fetch up there and not
pa^> plumb through the settlement
without knowing where he was.
He was on his way to Fayetteville,
where he intended to spend the night,
and perhaps a day or two In looking
art .nd. when the meeting with Betty
and Murrell occurred. The girl's face
remained with him. It was a face he
would like to see again.
He was still thinking of-the girl
when be ate his supper that night at
Cleggett's Tavern Later, in the bar.
he engaged his host in idle gossip. He
had met a gentleman and a lady on
the road that day! he wondered, as
he toyed with his glass, if it could
have been the Ferrises? Mounted?
Yes. mounted. Then it was Ferris
! where Betty suffered sleepless nights
; and the unaccustomed paugs ot early
! rising She occasionally tcund her
self wondering who Carrington was.
She approved of the manner in which
, he conducted himself. She liked a
j man who could be unobtrusive.
The next morning be found himself
seated opposite her at breakfast. He
received another curt little nod. cool
and distant, as he took his seat.
“You stop in Washington ?" said
J Carrington.
Betty shook her head. "No. 1 am
going on to Wheeling."
"You're fortunate in being so near
I !y home." be observed. "I'm going
I on to Memphis."
Betty exclaimed: "Why. 1 am go
| ing to Memphis, too!"
"Are you? By canal to Cumber
! land, and then by stage over the Na
tional Road to Wheeling?"
Betty nodded. "It makes one wisn
they'd finish their railroads, doesn't
it? Do you suppose they'll ever get
as far west as Memphis?" she said.
"They say it's going to be bad lor
the river trade wThen UieyTe built on
something besides paper," answered
Carrington. "And 1 bappen to be a
fiatboatman. Miss Malroy."
No more was said just then, for
Betty became reserved and did not at
tempt to resume the conversation. A
and his wife—or It might have been
Captain Murrell and Miss Malroy.
Miss Malroy did not live in that rart
of the country; she was a trlend of
Mrs. Ferris', belonged in Kentucky or
Tennessee, or somewhere out yonder
—at any rate she was bringing ner
visit to an end, for Ferris had in
structed him to reserve a place for j
her in the north-bound stage on the i
morrow.
Carrington suddenly remembered
that he had thought of starting nortn
in the morning himself.
The stage lett at six, and as Car
rington climbed to his seat the next
morning Mr. Cieggett was advising
the driver to look sharp >when he
came to the Barony road, as ne was
to pick up a party there. It was Car-1
rington who looked sharp, and almost j
at the spot where he had seen Miss ;
Malroy the day belore he saw ner j
again, with Ferris and Judith and a 1
pile of luggage bestowed by the way- ;
side. Betty did not observe him as i
the coach stopped, for she was in- j
tent on her farewells with her triends.
There were hasty words of advice
from Ferris, prolonged good bvs to
Judith, tears—kisses—while a place
was being made lor ber many boxes
and trunks. Carrington gathered that
she was going north to Washington;
I that her final destination was some
; point either on the Ohio or Missis
sippi, and that her name was Betty.
All through the morning they swung
forward in the heat and dust and
glare, and at midday rattled into the
shaded main street of a sleepy village
and drew up belore the tavern where
dinner was waiting them.
Betty saw Carrington when she
took her seat, and gave a scarcely j
perceptible start of surprise. 1'hen !
her face was flooded with a rich col-,
i or This was the man who saw her j
] with Captain Murrell yesterday: j
i There was a brief moment of lrreso
' lutiou and then she bowed coldly.
It was four days to Richmond. Four
i days of hot. dusty travel, tour nights j
I of uncomfortable cross-road stations.
lay later the? rumbled Into Washing
on, and as Betty descended from the
:oach Carrington stepped to her side.
"1 suppose you'll stop here. Miss
Malroy.” he said, indicating the tav- •
?rn before which the stage had come
:o a stand.
"Yes,” said Betty briefly.
“if 1 can be of any service to you—“
le began, with Just a touch of awk
wardness in his manner.
"Xo, 1 thank you, Mr. Carrington,”
said Betty quickly.
"Good night . . good-by.” He
turned away, and Betty saw his tall
form disappear in the twilight.
»•••••••
A month and more had elapsed
since Bob Yancy's trial. Just two
days later man and boy disappeared
from Scratch Hill. Murrell was soon
on their trail and pressing torward
In hot pursuit. Reaching the moun
tains, he heard of them first as ten
days ahead of him and bound for
west Tennessee: the ten days dwin
dled to a week, the week became five
days. The five days three; and cow
as he emerged from the last range of
hills he caught sight of them.
Y'ancv glanced back at the blue wall
of the mountains w here it lay along
the horizon.
“Well, Xevvy." he said, "we’ve put
a heap of distance between us and
old Scratch Hill."
For the past ten days their journey
had been conducted in a leisurely
fashion. As Y'ancv said, they were
seeing the world, and it was well to
take a good look at it while they had
a chance
Suddenly out of the silence came
the regular teat of hoofs. These
glow nearer and nearer, and at last
when they were quite close. Y'ancv
laced about. Smilingly Murrell reined
in his horse.
“Why—Bob Y'ancv!” he cried in
apparent astonishment.
"Y'es, sir—Bob Y'accy. Does it hap
pen you are looking !o' him. Cap
tain?" . inquired Yancy.
"Xo—no. Bob. I'm on my way
west.”
Murrell slipped Irom bis saddle and
fell into step at Yancy’s side as tfcey
moved forward.
“They were mightily stirred up at
the Cross Roads when 1 left, wonder
ing whit had come of you." te ob
served.
"That's kind of them.” responded
Yancy. a littie dryly. There was no
teason for it. but he was becoming
distrustiul of Murrell, ami uneasy.
They went forward in silence. A
sudden turn in the road brought them
lo the edge of an extensive clearing.
Close to the road there were several
blindings, but not a tree had been
spared lo shelter them and they stood
forth starkly, the completing touch to
a civilization that was still in its
youth, unkempt, rather savage, and
ruthlessly utilitarian. A sign an
nounced the dingy structure of legs
nearest the roadside a tavern.
From the door of the. tavern the
figure of a man emerged. He was
black haired and bull-necked, and
there was about him a certain shag
giness w hich a recent toilet performed
at the torse trough had not served tc
mitigate.
“Howdy?” he drawted.
"Howdy?" responded Mr. Yancy.
“Shall you stop here?" asked Mur
rell. linking his voice. Yancy nodded
"Can you put us up?” inquired Mur
rell. turning to the tavern-keeper.
”1 rerkon that's what I'm here for,”
said Slosson. Murrell glanced about
the empty yard. "Slack.” observed
Slosson languidly. "Yes, sir. slack's
the only name tor it.” It was under
stood he referred to the state of trade.
He looked from one to the other of
the iwo men. As his eyes rested on
Murrell, that gentlemen raised the
first three fingers of his right band
The gesture was ever so little, yet it
seemed to have a tonic effect on Mr.
Slosson. What might have developed
into a smile had he not immediately
suppressed it. twisted his bearded
lips as he made an answering move
ment. "Eph. come here, you!" Slos
son raised his voice. This call
brought a half-grown black boy from
about a corner of the tavern, to whom
Murrell relinquished his horse.
"Let's liquor." said tte captain over
his shoulder, moving off in the direc
tion of the bar.
"Come on. Nevvy!” said Yancy fob
lowing, and they all entered the tav
ern.
"Well, here’s to the best of good
luck!' said Murrell, as he raised his
glass to his lips.
"Same here." responded Yancy.
Murrell pulled out a roll ot bills, one
of which he tossed on the bar. Then
after a moment's hesitation he de
tached a second bill from the roll and
turned to Hannibal.
"Here, youngster—a present for
you,” he said good-naturedly. Hanni
bal. embarrassed by the unexpected
gift, edged to his Uncle Bob s side.
"Thank you, sir.” said the boy.
“Let's have another drink.” sug:
gesied Murrell.
Presently Hannibal stole out into
the yard. He still held the bill in bis
hand, for he did not quite know how
to dispose of his great wealth. After
debating this matter lor a moment he
knotted it carefully in one corner or
his handkerchief.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Worthy of Nation’s Honor
Russians Do Well to Reverence the
Memory of King Who Realty
Made Country Great.
The death day of Peter 'be Great.
January 5*. 1722. whom the Russians
have named "the Father of His Coun
try." 1* celebrated in Russia each
year Xo i iler has tad so carefully
preserved by an admiring people so
marT tangible memorials of his work
manship As a •'many-sided bib” and
"■protean actor." Peter successfully as
ncmed every character on the pro
gram in the drama of bis t.me "He
gave a polish." says Voltaire, "to his
people and was himself a savace: he
taught them the art of war. of which
hr was blmsetf ignorant; from the
night of a small boat on the Riser
yioskwa fee erected a powerful fleet,
made himself an expert, and active
shipwright, sailor, pilot and command
er: be changed the maimers customs
•nd laws of the Russians, and lives
M Lfeetr memory as the father of hn
_
country." He visited England in the
retgn of William of Orange, and when
he lett there went with him captains
j oj ships, pilots, surgeons, gtinners.
mast makers, boat builders, sail
makers, carvers, anchprsmiths. cop
, persmitbs—in all nearly 500 persons.
\t bis departure he presented to
King William a ruby valued at 'more
I than 150.000 which he brought in his
waistcoat pocket and placed In the
king s hand wrapped up in a piece of
brown paper.
Kind Heart in Disguise.
While some fifty firemen, shivering
from the cold, were still playing a
hose on the burning ruins of the
Equitable building at New York on
;he second day of the fire, a middle
aged man. wearing a 6ilk hat, brushed
through the police lines and inquired
for the man In charge of the firemen.
"I won't tell you what my name is.”
said the silk hatted one. when be met
,the fire leader, "but, bere, take this
I and buy some coffee for the men; they
need it.” Four hundred dollars in $100
j bills were thrust into the hands of the
j tire leader. Too astonished for utter
! ance. the fire chief looked at the
money. He could hardly believe his
eyes. Suddenly a smile broke out on
his face. He thought ot how much
coffee he could get for $400. When re
j lieved from duty he figured the prob
! lent and found that 40,000 meu could
each have a cup of coffee from what
could be purchased at wholesale rates
for $400. The money will go to tfie
general coffee fund of the department.
Krupp Centenary.
One of the centenaries to be cele
brated this year—and a grim one,
when all its significance is consid
ered—is that of the famous \rupp
cannon foundry at Essen. Prussia, i
Frederick Krupp. who established the
business, was a grocer before he be
came a cannon-maker. His son. Al
fred, who brought the foundries to
their great success, was born in 1S12,
and the coming celebration is largely
in bis honor. Th^ works were estab
lished In 1811.—Youth's Companion.
Sensitive.
“You've lost him for good this time."
said the master barber to one of his
assistants as a customer went out and
slammed the door behind him.
“Yes. but 1 forgot.”
“That’s no excuse. If you can’t at
tend to business, you must go."
“What’s the trouble?" inquired a
customer
“He didn't brush the gentleman’s
head."
"But his head was a bald as an
egg!"
"Certainly, and that is why he
should havb brushed It. Bald-headed
men are very sensitive; you must use
the brush the same as if they had
plenty of hair. To do so gives them
an idea that you don't take particular
notice of their baldness."
"And won't that customer return?
“Never He'll try some other bar
ber’s next time, and will even advise
bis friends to avoid this."
The Real Thing.
"That girl seems to have very mncb
oi an open disposition."
“Yes; she never shuts up."
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Ezact Copy of Wrappa.
The Kind You Have Always Bought, and which has been
in uso for over CO years, has borne the signature of
- and has been made under his per
/V* sonal supervision since its infancy.
/-CotcAcfa Allow no one to deceive you in this.
All Counterfeits, Imitations and “Just-as-good” arc but
I Experiments that trifle with and endanger the health of
Infants and Children—Experience against Experiment.
What is CASTOR!A
Castoria is a harmless substitute for Castor Oil, Pare
goric, Drops and Soothing Syrups. It is Pleasant. It
contains neither Opium, morphine nor other Karcotie
substance. Its age is its guarantee. It destroys Worms
and allays Feverishness. It cures Diarrhoea and Wind
Colic. It relieves Teething Troubles, cures Constipation
and Flatulency. It assimilates the Food, regulates the
Stomach and Dowels, giving healthy and natural sleep.
The Children’s Panacea—The Mother’s Friend.
GENUINE CASTORIA ALWAYS
, The Kind You Have Always Bought
In Use For Over 30 Years
THE CENTAUR COMPANY, NEW YOAK CITY, ,
LANDLORD KNEW THE GAME
Spared His Tenant the Enumeration
cf the Time-Honored and
Yearly “Bluff.”
“I have called to collect the rent,”
said the landlord.
"Yes," replied the lady of the house,
"come in. Xow, before I give you
the money this month, I—”
"Just a minute, madam.” said the
iandlord. ”1 can save time for you.
1 know the parlor isn't fit for a pig
to live in, the dining room wall paper
is a shock to people of refinement, the
kitchen walls are a disgrace, and the
back perch is a menaefe to life and
limb, i'm also aware that you won't
stay here another month unless the
barber shop wallpaper in the back bed
room is changed to something in a
delicate pink, and I'm next to the fact
that you're ashamed to have people
look at such gas fixtures as I have
provided. I'm going to paint the front
and back porches and iet it go at
that.”
'Thank yon very much.” said the
lady meekly. “You have saved me a
lot of trouble. That is all we really
expected to have done, but I was
afraid that I should have to make the
same old bluff to get that much out
of you.”—Detroit Free Press.
That Was Different.
A stern father who had repeatedly
told a young man who was paying his.
addresses to his daughter not to visit
the house again without his permis
sion. which he never intended to give,
was surprised when he answered a
ring at the doorbell late one evening
to see the young man waiting on the
step.
''Sir.” said he in anger, "didn't I tell
you not to call again, eh. sir?"
"Yes." said the young man. “I
know, but 1 didn't call to see your
daughter. I came on behalf of our
firm about that little bill.”
“Oh—er—er—" stammered the stern
father, “call again, will you?”
The Lesser Half.
Henpecked Husband—Is my wife
going out, Dora?
Dora—Yes, sir.
Henpecked Husband—Do you know
If 1 am going with her?
A girl may laugh at love, but later
she may realixe that there is nothing
belter to cry on than a man's shoul
der.
DOCTOR'S SHIFT. ♦
Now Gets Along Without It.
A physician says: “Until last fall I
used ;o eat meat for my breakfast and
suffered with indigestion until the
meat had passed from the stomach.
"Last fall I began the use of Grape
Nuts for breakfast and very soon
found I could do without meat, for my
body got all the nourishment neces
sary from the Grape-Nuts and since
then I have not had any indigestion
and am feeling better and have in
creased in weight.
“Since finding the benefit I derived
from Grape-Nuts I have prescribed the
food for all my patients suffering from
Indigestion or over-feeding and also
for those recovering from disease
where 1 want a food easy to take and
certain to digest and which will not
overtax the stomach.
"I always find the results I look for
when I prescribe Grape-Nuts. For
ethical reasons please omit my name.”
Name given by mail by Postum Co.,
Battle Creek. Mich.
The reason for the wonderful
amount of nutriment, and the easy
digestion of Grape-Nuts is not hard to
find.
In the first place, the starchy part
of the wheat and barley goes through
various processes of cooking, to per
fects change the starch into dextrose
or grape-sugar, in which state it is
ready to be easily absorbed by the
blood.
The parts in the wheat and barley
which Nature can make use of for re
building brain and nerve centers are
retained in this remarkable food, and
thus the human body is supplied with
the powerful strength producers, so
easily noticed after one has eaten
Grape-Nuts each day for a week or
ten days.
“There’s a reason.” and it is ex
plained in the little book, “The Road
to Well till e.” in pkgs.
Ew mil tbe above letter? A aew
aae aarear* from time to time. They
are Kveatae, true, aat fan of bamaa
tatereat.
KE DIDN'T STAY TO LAUGH.
Cmnner—1 had to laugn at the ball
game today. It always makes me
laugh when anybody's caught nap
ping.
Miss Wearyone—Really? Then I'm
afraid you'll be laughing at me in a
few minutes.
Needed No More Help.
An American gentleman got ac
quainted with a Frenchman who was
very anxious to acquire the English
language. The American in order to
help him said that if he would send
his exercises to him he would willing
ly correct them.
Nothing was heard from the French
man for some time, but finally a letter
came couched in the following choice
English:
"In small time I can learn so many
English from his text-book and hex
dictionary as 1 think I will to come at
the America and to go on the scaffold
to lecture."
Clothes and the Man.
A colporteur in South Carolina,
walking many miles through mud. ac
costed a passerby and suggested the
purchase of the Bible He was re
: fused. The next day. says the Record
of Christian Work, after a night’s rest
and cleanup, he set up his stand ir
town and had the pleasure of sellinj
a Bible to the very man who had re
fused to purchase the day before "1
met a muddy man yesterday witl
i Bibles." said he. "who looked like i
Methodist tramp. When I buys a Bi
ble 1 buys it from a Baptist gentle
man.”
—
A Prediction.
“Do yon think Biffels will eve
reach a green old age?"
“He surely will, if he lives lonj
enough and doesn't know more thei
than he does now."
Fathers’ Day.
Gabe—I see that they ce’~brate<
Mothers' day. Why don't they have ;
Fathers' day?
Steve—Father has every Saturday
night, hasn't he?
Make your failure tragical ty th<
earnestness of your endeavor, am
then it will not differ much from sut
cess.—Thoreau.
Children who have been brough
up as pets may never get over beini
disagreeable.
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If yon would discover a woman':
weakness, keep «tuiet and listen.
WENT BACK ON THE SHELVES
Crowning Insult to His Beloved Books
Was More Than the Professor
Could Stand.
Perhaps the bitterest moment in the
life of a lover of books is when he
finds that his treasures are valued by
no one but himself. The late Prof.
Churton Collins once tried to weed
out his books, after he had become
convinced that either the surplus or
their owner would have to move out
of the library.
The weeding was a painful process,
but at last the second-hand book-deal
er was invited to name his price for
the uprooted “weeds.” “They're no
good to me.” was the disconcerting re
ply.
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"No, not one.”
Some one suggested that as the
books bad to go. the dealer had bet
ter bave them for nothing. It was %
| bitter moment for Mr. Collins, but
! finally he assented. The man then re
| marked:
"That'll be half a dollar.”
“What do you mean? What for?”
exclaimed the victim in a restrained
tone of voice.
“To take them away,” said the man.
That was too much for Mr. Collins.
The dealer was driven forth with ob
jurgations, after which, with a sigh of
relief, the owner replaced the books
upon his shelves.—Youth’s Companion.
Yet Solomon in all his glory never
wore an opera hat that would open
and shut.
Liquid blue is a weak solution. Avoid It,
Buy Red Cross Bull Blue, the blue that’s all
blue. Ask your grocer.
Some philanthropist should offer a
reward for a college that doesn't need
the money.
The finger of destiny is undoubtedly
on the hand of fate.
A postal card to Garfield Tea Co.. Brook,
lyn. N. T., asking for sample will repay you.
The man who sings bis own praise
seldom gets an encore
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