SYNOPSIS.
Th# at the opentlM of th# •turf l» !
' **d ta Lb# library of an old worn-out
■« mb!rn ptaottll.m. known aa the Bar
•*W Th# plan# la to !»• Bold, and Ha
' m"w> and that of tie owner*, th#
y.- ««fh, !» the pwbjrt-? of dtaa-uruion by
-tonalliaa 1'r-nei.nu. a holloa man. a
Menu«t r known an ltU<ten. and Boh
Yawry. a farmer when llannttial Wayne
tfaaard. a auyntartous child of the old
c ohere family, make# his appearance,
'’•ary trSln bow be adopt'd the boy Na
• banaei Kerr i* bura the Barony but the
•funadard* deny any arr.nledke of tt>«
let Yattcy la keep Hannibal Captain
Moon t friend of the tytilntarda. ap
|enr» and anka Utenttute aW the Bar
ony TroohSe Bt S.v*tch Hill, when H«n
i.abef In kidnaped by I nave Blount. Cap
tain Murrell n acen’ Ynncy overtaken
m.eai. atvera him a threkhme and murn
t!ae buy. V in‘ | appeal* taefore Squire
> a ten an and ta dtechafc** With cdata for
a»e pat 1:1* It tty Mairuy. a friend of
the pvmaes haa an encounter with Cap
l*:a Morrell wiao forma Ida attentions on
tarr. and ta rnaraad lay Bruce Camtitrton
iaetly nets out ftar let Team mat home.
‘arela.pton» taken the same stage Yt ncy
t-and Hannibal aitanppauu with Murrell on
Ho-tr trail Hannlhai arrives at the home
I' Judae Kira-utu l*rt«e. The Judd# rteo*
.f iadcr Menu Ptitw Thar Judtf- recoa
Iiies In It.# buy. (tin frai.Jnon of an old
an# fnetad
CHAPTER VII—(Continued!.
"llor. uoti't be etrald. Look on me j
as a I need " urged (be judge
"I reckon I'tl be glad to atop." an- j
.-erred Hannibal
Slot confidence la Inspiring. Are
roe hungry?"
'Yes. sir," replied llsnnlbal.
"What do you say to cold Bsb?" j
be judge smacked bin Ups to Impart j
a rwiuh to tbe Idea. "I dare swear i
I cab find you «ou>e -om bread into ■
be bargain ~ He began to assemble j
be dainties be bad enumerated
"Here you are'" be cleared bis throat
inprcsHteiy. while benlgBltjr shone
moi -very feature af bis lace. "A
moment since you allowed me to (blok
yon were solvent to the extent of j
Ally cents—" Hannibal looked pur j
Tied T wonder If you could bo In ;
dneed to make a temporary loan or .
hat Afty rents’ The sum Involved
-4 really such a ridiculous trifle 1 :
don't need to point out to you tbe ab- i
-•iuie moral certainty of my return- j
.ox ft at an early date "
It was not the loss of bis money .
that Hannibal most feared, and the <
-ids passed from hts possession into '
vis host's -astody
Thank yon. my boy' I must step
down to the tavern—when 1 return. '
please God. ■« shall know more of •
oil other." While be was still ;
•peaking, he bad produced a Jug from I
twtuM the quilt tfiat screened tils
bed. *nd now took himself off into tbe
n*ht
Lddt alone. Hannibal gravely seated
himself at the table. What the
lodge's larder lacked In variety it
aware than made up for in quantity,
and the boy was grateful for this tact,
fbwatiy be heard the judge's heavy,
•nothing Hep as be came up tbe patn
from the rand, and a moment later
as> cross bulk of body filled tbe door
way. Breathing bard end perspiring,
he judge entered (be shanty, but hts
-ageroesa kept him silent until be
bad established himself In bis chair
Pesldn the table, a-ftb the Jug and a 1
Tracked glass at his elbow Then,
aland and smiling be turned toward !
am guest
"My let derest regards. Hannibal!"
and be nodded over the rim ol the
-racked glass bis shaking hand bad
arrted to his tips. Twice the glass
was filled and emptied, and then
testa, bis roving, watery eyes rested
meditatively oo the child. "Have you
s father?" be askt-d suddenly Han
nibal shook his bead "A mother?"
They both of them done d'ed
years and years ago." answered tne
hoy "1 cant tell you how long back
'* was. bat 1 reckon I don't know
much shout It 1 mast have been a
small child "
"Ho—a small child!" cried the i
Judge. taugUng He cocked his head 1
on one stdo and surveyed llunlbai
Asyso Hazard with a glance at com
ic mnonanes*. "Id God's name wnai
dr yon coll yourself now?"
I'm trust ten." said Hannibal, with
dignity
'I can well believe It." responded
-he fudge W bere did you come
from’"
"Yrom across the mountains."
"And where are you going?"
"To west Tennessee "
"Have you any friends there’"
"Yes. sir"
"You've money enough to see you
tfcrongh*" and what the judge Intend
ed tor a smile of fatherly affection
became a leer of Infinite cunning
"I got tea dollars "
Morality of 1
——- . i
Ht •*»*«» a Cat's Paw at Boy's Hand
to treat t ut Unhusked
Rice
Singular aa It may tom. elephant*
«hw k have uwcutrd with tneo CD
tc-nata the not urn that, under special
curaBoUGrM. the* are not res poo si
We if they uUfUe another u> commit
mi illegal ttt The following la an in
si awe ->1 this elephantine morality
A bib la Kaagooa bought three
young elephant* to seed to Kngland.
IVr were tame and playful, but cun
Mug Knowing that it was wrong to
si mu paddy »wee asked rice!—tbe idea
had doubUeua been impressed upon
•hem by punishment lor stealing—
they would hot touch It tbemseIves
Btit u • hoy went to sea them, be
would be seized by one. tbe ttttle
truss would be colled around his arm.
and be wo-Jd be led to where the
paddy was beys » nags
iv» elephant would make a cat's
p » A -r* coys band to true up a
"Ten dollars—" the judge smacked
bis lips once. "Ten dollars—" be re
peated. and smacked bis tips twice.
The purple flush ou the judge’s
face, where the dignity that belonged
to age had gone down In wreck, deep
ened.
He quitted his chair and. lurching
somewhat as he did so, began to pace
the floor.
"Take me for your example, boy!
You may he poor, you may possibly
be hungry—you'll otten be thirsty,
but through It all you will remain
that splendid thing—a gentleman!
Perhaps you’ll contend that the old
order is overthrown, that family has
gone to the devil? You are right, and
there's the pity of it! The social
fabric Is tottering—I can 6ee it tot
ter—" and he tottered himself as he
said this.
"Well, I’m an old man—the spec
tacle won’t long offend me. I'll die
presently." He was so profoundly
moved by the thought that he could
not go on. His voice broke, and he
burled his face In his arms. A sym
pathetic moisture had gathered in the
child's eyes. He slipped from his
chair and stole to the judge's side.
“I'm mighty 6orry you're going to
die."
"Bless you. Hanmnal!” cried the
judge, looking wonderfully cheerful,
despite his recent bitterness of spirit.
' I'm not experiencing any of the pangs
of mortality now. My dissolution ain't
a matter of tonight or tomorrow—
there's some life In Slocum Price yet,
for all the rough usage, eh? X think
you'd better go to bed.”
"1 reckon I had," agreed Hannibal,
slipping from his chair.
"Well, take my bed back of the
turb you tonight, for It Is God’s will
that 1 should stay up and get very
drunk."
CHAPTER VIII.
Boon Companions.
Some time later the judge was
aware of a step on the path beyond
his door, and glancing up, saw the
tali figure of a man pause on his
threshold. A whispered curse slipped
from between his lips. Aloud he
said:
"Is that you, Mr. Mahaffy?" He
got no reply, but the tall figure, pro
pelled by very long legs, stalked into
the shanty and a pair of keen, rest
less eyes deeply set under a high, bald
head were bent curiously upon him.
“I take it I'm intruding,” the new
comer said sourly.
“Why should you think that, Solo
mon Mahaffy? When has my door
been closed on you?” the judge asked,
but there was a guilty deepening of
the flush on his face. Mr. Mahaffy
glanced at the jug. at the half-emptied
glass, lastly at the judge himself.
“You seem to be raising first-rate
hell all by yourself."
“Oh, be reasonable, Solomon. You'd
gone down to the steamboat land
ing,” said the judge plaintively. By
way of answer. Mahaffy shot him a
contemptuous glance. “Take a chair
—do, Solomon!” entreated the judge.
“When did 1 ever sneak a jug into |
my shanty?" asked Mahaffy sternly, i
evidently conscious of entire recti- j
tude in this matter.
“I deplore your choice of words, j
Solomon.” said the judge. “You know j
damn well that if you'd been here 1,
! couldn't have got past your place i
with that jug! But let’s deal with
conditions. Here's the jug, with some
liquor left in it—here’s a glass. Now
what more do you want?”
Mr. Mahaffy drew near the table.
“Sit down,” urged the Judge.
“I hope you feel mean?” said Ma
haffy.
“If it's any satisfaction to you, 1
do,” admitted the judge.
“You ought to.” Mahaffy drew for- J
ward a chair. The judge filled his 1
glass.
“What's the news from the land- 1
ing?”
Mahaffy brought his fist down on j
the table.
“I heard the boat churning away
round back of the bend, then 1 saw 1
the lights, and she tied up and they 1
tossed off the freight, laen she j
churned away again and her lights
<r //a ' /
“Hi# Grandson Is Back of That Cur tain, Now—Asleep In My Bed."
quilt. You'll find a boe there. You
can dig up the dirt under the shuck
tick with it—which helps astonishing
ly. What would the world say If it
could know that Judge Slocuai Price
makes bis bed with a hoe!”
Hannibal retired behind the quilt.
"Do you find it comfortable?” the
judge asked, when the rustling of the
shuck tick informed him that the
child had lain down
"Yes, sir." said the boy.
"Have you said your prayers?” in
quired the judge.
“No. sir. I ain't said 'em yet."
"Well, say them now. Religion is
as becoming In the young as it Is re
spectable in the aged. I'll not dis
got back ol the trees on the bank.
There was the lap of waves on the
shore, and I was left with the half
dozen miserable loafers who’d crawled
out tfl see the boat come In. That's
the news six days a week!”
By the river had come the judge,
tentatively hopeful, but at heart ex
pecting nothing, therefore immune to
disappointment and equipped for fail
ure. By the river had come Mr. Ma
haffv, as unfit as the judge himself,
and for the same reason, but sour and
bitter with the world, believing al
ways in the possibility of some mir
acle of regeneration.
At the Judge's elbow Mr. Mahaffy
changed his position with nervous
suddenness. Then be folded bis Ions
arms.
“You asked If tbere was any news.
Price; while we were waiting for the
boat a raft tied up to the bank; the
fellow aboard of it bad a man he’d
fished up out of the river, a man
who’d been pretty well cut to pieces."
"Who was he?" asked the judge.
“Nobody knew, and he wasn’t con
scious. 1 shouldn't be surprised if he
never opens his lips again. When
the doctor had looked to his cuts, the
fellow on the raft cast off and went i
on down the Elk.”
It occurred to the judge that he
himself had news to Impart. He must i
account for the boy's presence.
“While you’ve been taking your I
whiff of life down at the steamboat
landing, Mahaffy, I've been experi
encing a most extraordinary colnci-!
dence. When I went to the war of \
’12, a Hazard accompanied me as my i
orderly. His grandson is back of that
curtain now—asleep—in my bed!"i
Mahaffy put down his glass.
“You were like this once before," j
he said darkly. But at that instant I
the shuck tick rattled noisily at some
movement of the sleeping boy.
There' was a hoof-beat on the road.
It came nearer and nearer, and pres
ently sounded just beyond the door. ;
Then it ceased, and a voice said:
"Hallo, there!” The judge scram
bled to his feet, and taking up the 1
candle, staggered into the yard. Ma
haffy followed him.
"What’s wanted?” asked the Judge i
holding his candle aloft. The light I
showed a tall fellow mounted on a
handsome bay horse. It was Murrell, j
“Have either of you gentlemen seen
a boy go through here today?” Mur- j
rell glanced from one to the other.
Mr. Mahaffy’s thin lips twisted them
selves into a sarcastic smile. He '
turned to the judge, who spoke up
quickly.
“Did he carry a bundle and rltle?”
he asked. Murrell gave eager assent.
“Well,” said the judge, "he stopped
here along about four o'clock, and
asked his way to the nearest river
landing.”
"Hannibal—” the Judge's voice and
manner were rather stern. "Hanni
bal, a man rode by here last night on
a big bay horse. He said he was
looking for a boy about ten years old
—a boy with a bundle and rifle."
There was an awful pause. "Who was
that man, Hannibal?”
"It were Captain Murrell." The
judge raised his fist and brought It i
down with a great crash on the ta
ble. "We don’t know any boy ten
years old with a line and bundle!"
he said.
"Please—you won't let him take me ,
away, judge—I want to stop with
you!” cried Hannibal. He slipped
from his chair, and passing about the
table, seized the judge by the hand.
The Judge was visibly affected.
"No!” he roared. "He shan t have
you. Is he kin to you?”
“No,” said Hannibal. “He tried to
get me away from my Uncle Bob."
“Where is your Uncle Bob?”
"He’s dead.” And the child began
to weep bitterly. The judge bent
and lifted him Into his lap.
"There, my son—” he said sooth
ingly. "Now you tell me when he
died, and all about it.”
"He were killed. It were only yes
terday, and I can't forget him. 1
don't want to—but it hurts—it hurts
terrible!” Hannibal buried his head in
the judge’s shoulder and sobbed
aloud. Presently his small hands '
stole about the Judge's neck, and that
gentleman experienced a strange thrill
of pleasure.
"Tell me how he died, Hannibal." J
he urged gently. In a voice broken
by sobs, the child began the story j
of their flight, a confused narrative.
The judge shuddered. "Can such
things be,” he murmured at last. Then
he remembered what Mahaffy had
told him of the man on the rart. j
"Hannibal,” he said, “Solomon Ma
haffy, who was here last night, told
me he saw down at the river land- j
ing, a man who had been fished up
out of the Elk—a man who had been
roughly handled."
"Were -it my Uncle Bob?” cried
Hannibal, lifting a swollen face to
his.
"Dear lad. I don't know,” said the
judge sympathetically.
“It were Uncle Bob! 1 know it
were my Uncle Bob! 1 must go find
him!” and Hannibal slipped from the
judge's lap and ran for his rifle and
bundle.
“Stop a bit!” cried the judge. "Now,
if it was your Uncle Bob, he’ll come
back the moment he is able to travel.
Meantime, you must remain under my
protection while we Investigate this
man Slosson.”
It was Saturday, and in Pleasant
ville a jail-raising was in progress.
During all the years of its corporate
dignity the village had never boasted
any building where the evil-doer could ,
be placed under restraint; hence had ;
arisen its peculiar habit of dealing j
with crime; but a leading citizen had |
donated half an acre of ground lying
midway between the town and the
river landing as a site for the pro
posed structure, and the scattered
population of the region had assem
bled for the raising.
CTO BE CONTINUED.)
the Elephant
handlul of paddy Then. letting go,
be would turn up the end of his trunk,
it. and coaxingly invite the boy
to drop in the paddy.
Should the boy. however, put it
back in the bag, bis arm would again
be teiaed by the trunk, and his hand
i would be again inserted into the paddy
bag
The boy. anxious to be released,
would usually drop the paddy into the
j trunk, and the elephant would blow
; the rice Into his mouth. After re
peating the operation several times,
. the elephant would scamper off. feel
ing that he had got the paddy witb
i out stealing it.—Harper s Weekly.
Special House for “High Brow” Apes.
The “high brow" apes In the New
' York Zoological park are to have a
house to themselves in (be near fu
ture. The board of estimate and ap
portionment will soon be asked for
an appropriation necessary to cover
the expenses for such a structure
At present the erudite chimpanzees
and orangoutangs are in the house
with their less intelligent sisters and
brothers
1 he intelligent specimens now num
her four chimpanzees and five orang
outangs. Baidy is the leader of the
social elect, and Susie, recently sold
10 the society by Professor Garner, is
another inmate who stands aloof. The
| proposed structure is necessary to the
'continued health of the valuable spec
imens. as well as to give proper fa
cilities for their exhibition to tbe
public.
In Full Costume.
An artist was discribing a revue
that be had seen in Paris.
"It was a very decollete revue.” said
he. “in certain parts of it I was for
cibly reminded of the story of the
Parisian chorus girl This girl had
been put through her paces, and final
ly engaged. ‘And now.’ she said,
‘about my costume What costume
shall I wear?’
" ‘Let me see your tongue, said tbe
manager ‘Ab. it’s coated That will
do.’”—Watch Dog.
Swimmers the Prey of Eels.
A remarkable story of the seizure
of swimmers by eels comes from New
Zealand A stream in New Zealand •
was a favorite bathing place because
the current was swift and strong. ;
Time after time the bather would be
gin to shriek and splash on the sur
face, would disappear before help could ;
reach him, and when his body had ,
been found it had invariably been eat- j
en by eels. The cause of the fatality i
remained shrouded In mystery, for a i
long time, but at length the true cause
was discovered that whilst the swim
mer was almost stationary in the rapid
stream a huge eel would seize him by
the foot or leg and drag him down be
neath the surface.
Right to Keep Pigs in London.
The freedom of the city of London
carries with it, nominally, at any
rate. the right to keep pigs in the
parish of SL James. Piccadilly. But
even were any one disposed to aval!
himself of this liberty, and if the san
itary authorities failed to object, lam
in that part of London Is somewha
too costly for profitable pig farming
(Copyright, 1912, by Associated Literary
Press.)
When Colonel Gilder had been
called to town that 'morning on busi
ness, leaving his daughter Floy and
the cook to care for the house, he had
said to the girl before leaving:
“Daughter, remember what I have
told you many times over. A tramp
may appear during my absence. You
will be sitting here on the veranda
He will gruffly demand food or
money. You will order him away in
your sternest tones.”
“But he won't go," she said.
“He may or he may not. If he
doesn't—if he shows a disposition to
hold his ground or attack, you are to
retire within your fortifications. I
refer to the house. You will find my
loaded shotgun in the sitting room.
The tramp will probably attack by
the side door, as that cannot be seen
from the highway. Face the door
with the gun at your shoulder. If he
appears in the doorway give him
warning. If he does not heed the
warning—”
“Shoot him on the spot, papa,” fin
ished the daughter.
“Exactly. That is, pepper his legs
with the birdshot. That will demor
alize him and result in a retreat. Do
not pursue him. but hold your ground
until reinforcements arrive. 1 will
be the reinforcements. Do you clear
ly understand?”
“I do, father.”
An hour later, as Miss Floy reclined
in a rocker on the veranda, a burly
big tramp turned in at the gate. He
had a swagger to his shoulders and
a bad face. As a first military move
ment. the girl stood up. As a second,
she assumed a very stern and un
compromising expression.
"Missy, could I get a bite to eat at
the kitchen?” was gruffly asked.
“So, sir. No tramps fed here.”
The man shrugged his shoulders
and looked around in a leering way.
He was about to observe that the
rich were growing richer and the
poor poorer, and that there was no
longer a show for a hard working
man, when Miss Floyd retired within
the fortifications to secure the first
advantage. The tramp took it that
she had gone to call a man of some
Cfi
“No, Sir. No Tramps Fed Here!”
sort, or a female who could handle a
broomstick with deftness and vigor,
and he retreated on his reserves. As
he reached the highway an auto came
up and stopped and a young man
alighted and opened the gate with
out giving him more than a passing
glance.
Meanwhile, within the fortifica
tions, the girl had armed herself
with the gun. She thought the at
titude of the tramp defiant. Yes, he
w s ascending the front steps; now
he was ringing the bell; now he was
shufiling his feet; now he was re
tiring to come around to the side
door.
“Halt! Halt!”
For a moment he halted, and then
his form showed in the door. The
gun was fairly pointed and then dis
charged, and a fall and a shout fol
lowed. Then the cook came rushing
in to find the girl cowering on the
floor and to exclaim:
"For mercy’s sake, but has the
dear girl went and committed the sui
cide?”
"Out there! Out there!” gasped
the shooter, as she pointed to the
open door.
“And what's out there? Oh, missy
but here's a dead man! Was it yoi
that went and killed him?”
“It's a tramp that attacked the
house. Papa told me to retire within
the fortifications and defend them.”
I “Tramp? If he’s a tramp then I'm
a lady! It’s a young man, missy—
a young man and well dressed, and
| upon my soul there's an otobomiley
at the gate!" »
The colonel had not instructed his
daughter what to do with any dead
the retreating enemy might leave be
hind him, and for a moment the girl
| could only stand and wring her
j hands. She had made a mistake in
; her quarry. She braced up after a
I moment and ran through the house
and down the path to the gate and
i cried to the chauffeur, who was nod
I ding in drowsiness:
“Quick—quick! Half a mile down
the road—a doctor! I have shot your
1 master!”
acot him! what for?"
“I don't know, but hurry—hurry
hurry! Maybe there's a chance to
save his life."
The auto whizzed away and Miss
Floy returned to the house. The cook
had straightened the legs of the vic
tim, put a pillow under his head and
was sprinkling water in his face.
"Is he—is he dead!" was tearfully
asked.
"Dunno, missy, thought I saw a leg
twitch a minit ago.”
“If he's dead, then I'll be electro
cuted!"
“For sure! You see he's a beauti
ful young man and an innercent young
man, and it'll be cold-blooded mur
der. Yes, you'll be 'lectrocuted, but
I’ll be there to hold your hand and
cheer you to the last.”
At that moment the young man
sighed. Then he opened his eyes.
Then he rose up on his elbow.
"Praise the saints!" piously ob
served the cook.
“I'm so glad!” whispered Miss Floy.
“Can you tell me what has hap
pened?” asked the young man as he
raised himself still higher with a little
assistance.
"Yes; I shot you. I thought you
were a tramp. I have sent your auto
after a doctor, and we will have you
in bed soon. I can't begin to tell you
how sorry I am.”
"You peppered my legs, and the
nervous shock did the rest Don't
worry about it This is Miss Gilder,
l take it? I am Mr. Trainor. I was
here to see your father. First time
I was ever taken for a tramp or shot
in the legs, but don't mention it”
The doctor arrived, and with the
aid of the cook and chauffeur, the
victim was carried to the guest cham
ber. About 20 bird-shot had pep
pered his legs. The job of picking
them out lasted about two hours. Dur
ing this operation the medico was
gruff and uncommunicative, but when
the last pellet had been laid on the
stand he said:
"Young man, you could get up and
ride away tomorrow, but you won’t
do it.”
i>U .
••You'll stay here for a couple of
weeks. Y'ou'U be up in two or three
days, but don't forget to hobble to
the last day.”
"Why hobble?"
"To make a case of remorse for
that girl. Remorse — admiration—
love! If you are already engaged
throw the girl overboard; if you are
not then you will be inside of three
months. What are a few bird-shot
in the legs compared to a girl like
Miss Gilder?”
This was a question Mr. Trainor
had asked himself half a dozen time3
within the next two hours, and he
was quite content to be a patient
Colonel Gilder heard of the shoot
ing oefore reaching home, and he
came rushing into the house to ex
claim:
"Egad, but there's nothing to beat
military tactics! The enemy ap
peared in force; you retired within
your fortifications; he advanced to
storm them; you drove him back and ,
then sallied out and took him pris
oner. All perfectly regular, daughter,
and your father is proud of you.
Where's the prisoner?"
Three days later as Miss Floy hap
pened to be alone on the veranda for j
a moment the same old tramp reap
peared. There was a grin on his face
and nothing vicious about it this
time.
“And how about a bite to eat under
the present circumstances?”
"What circumstances?"
"Y'oung man—shot in the legs^
shot by a girl—lying upstairs—girl \
sorry—young man glad—moonlight—
turtle doves—bless you, my children
—bless you!”
"You can go to the kitchen and ask
the cook!".replied the blushing young
lady, "but let m^tell you that you
are a very impudent fellow!"
And yet the tramp knew human
nature.
Prepare for Fine Display
_ *-----I
Ali Nations Will Take Part In In
ternational Exhibition to Be Held
in Belgium in the Spring.
Next spring there will be opened at
Ghent, which is the most Important
manufacturing city in Belgium, a uni
versal and international exhibition. It
has now come to be recognized by the
governments, as well as by the author
ities representing private traders, that
exhibitions on, a vast scale are of
themselves an extraordinary valuable
medium for developing and extending
markets. Every nation alike will be
ready to come to the neutral ground of
Belgium for this great exhibition. Bel
gium is exercising every effort to make
the event worthy of a country which
possesses unique historical asaocla-.
tions and a commerce which has
grown enormously in volume in the
last half century.
Germany, ever alert to seize the
passing opportunity to her advantage,
a special pavilion, which will be one
of the most striking points of the ex
hibition. France, with characteristic
enterprise, is taking twice as much
space as she had at Brussels, and is
asking for more. Great Britain will
make a worthy display of her manu
factures and arts. The Canadian gov
ernment has secured a prominent po
sition for an official exhibit The far
off Countries of China and Japan,
Chile, Peru, Brazil. Cuba, Argentine
Republic, New Zealand and India will
all be represented.
No Brighter.
“When you were a boy did you al
ways mind your father?” asked the
young hopeful.
“Not always, my son,” replied the
governor, “but 1 was soundly thrashed
every time I disobeyed him.” »
“Gee, then you didn’t learn any eas
ier than I do, did you, dad?” was the
retort of the y. h.
SEVEN YEARS
OF MISERY
Hjw Mrs. Bethune was Re
stored to Health by Lydia
E. Pinkham’s Vegeta
ble Compound.
Sikeston, Mo. — “For seven years I
| suffered everything. I was in bed for
four or five days at a
time every month,
and so weak I could
hardly walk. I had
cramps, backache
and headache, and
was so nervous and
weak that I dreaded
to see anyone or
have anyone move in
the room. The doc
tors gave me medi
-cine uj ease me at
those times, and said that I ought to
have an operation. I would not listen to
that, and when a friend of my husband’s
told him about Lydia E. Pinkham's Veg
etable Compound and what it had done
for his wife, I was willing to take it.
Now I look the picture of health and feel
like it, too. I can do all my own house
work, work in the garden and entertain
company and enjoy them, and can walk
as far as any ordinary woman, any day
in the week. I wish I could talk to every
suffering woman and girl, and tell them
what Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable
Compound has done for me.”—Mrs.
Dema Bethune, Sikeston, Mo.
Remember, the remddy which did this
was Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable
Compound.
It has helped thousands of women who
have been troubled with displacements,
inflammation, ulceration, tumors, irreg
ularities, periodic pains, backache, that
bearing down feeling, indigestion, and
nervous prostration, after all other means
have failed. Why don’t you try it?
The Army of
Constipation
Is Growing Smaller Everv Dav.
CARTER’S LITTLE A
LIVER PILLS are
responsible—they Jjk'\
not only give relief
— uiey perm;
nentlycure Con
stipation. Mil^
lions use^H
them for ^
Carters
■ ITTLE
IlVER
[PILLS.
Biliousness, ^ 0 v*
Indigestion, Sick Headache, Sallow Sinn.
SMALL PILL, SMALL DOSE, SMALL PRICE.
Genuine must bear Signature
Hardly the Sunday School Brand.
The young hopeful had secreted
some bright buttons in his pocket,
which came from the motor car show.
When Sunday school was well under
way, he took one out and pinned it on
his coat, feeling it an ornament. Un
fortunately. when the minister came
round to speak to the dear children,
his near sighted eyes were caught by
the color.
“Well, Richard, I see you are wear
ing some motto, my lad. What does
it say?”
“You read it, sir,” replied Richard,
hanging his head.
“But I cannot see. I haven't my
glasses, son. Read it so we can all
hegr you.”
Richard blushed. “It says, sir, ‘Ain’t
it - to the poor?’ ”—Metropolitan
Magazine.
With the Lid Off.
“Mother,” asked Bob, with a hope
ful eye on the peppermint jar, “have
I been a good boy this afternoon?”
“M-m-yes,” answered mother, dubi
ously, recalling a certain little rift
within the lute. The four-year-old dip
lomat looked anxious.
“Please,” he begged, “say a wide
open yes!”—Harper's Bazar.
Standard of Sanity.
Shakespeare was asked if Hamlet
was sane.
“As sane as the Fourth of July,” he
replied.
British South African Empire.
The South African possessions of
England require 10,000,000 postage
vtamps per annum.
GOOD NIGHT'S SLEEP
No Medicine So Beneficial to Bralr
and Nerves.
Lying awake nights makes it hard
to keep awake and do things in day
time. To take “tonics and stimulants”
under such circumstances is like set
ting the house on fire to see if you
can put it out.
The right kind of food promotes re
freshing sleep at night and a wide
affake individual during the day.
A lady changed from her old way of
eating Grape-Nuts, and says:
“For about three years I had been
a great sufferer from indigestion.
After trying several kinds of medicine,
the doctor would ask me to drop off
potatoes, then meat, and so on, but in
a few days that craving, gnawing feel
ing would start up, and I would vomit
everything I ate and drank.
“When I started on Grape-Nuts, vom
iting stopped, and the bloated feeling
which was so distressing disappeared
entirely.
“My mother was very much bothered
with diarrhoea before commencing the
Grape-Nuts, because her stomach was
so weak she could not digest her food.
Since using Grap^Nuts food she is
well, and says she don’t think she
could do without it.
“It is a great brain restorer and
nerve builder, for I can sleep as sound
and undisturbed after a supper of
Grape-Nuts as in the old days when I
could not realise what they meant by
a 'bad stomach.’ There is no medi
cine so beneficial to nerves and brain
as a good night's sleep, such as you
can enjoy after eating Grape-Nuts.”
Name given by Postum Co., Battle
Creek, Mich.
Look in pkgs. for the famous little
book, “The Road to Wellville.”
Ever read the above letter? A new
one appears from time ta time. They
are aenalne, tree, and fall of hamaa
interest.
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