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Preacher’s Advice Was All Right but
His Friend Also Had Something
Wise to Say.
Senator Samuel A. Ettelson, speak
ing recently at a banquet, told the fol
lowing: .
“A colored preacher stood up on a
Sunday and said, ‘My text this morn
ing, brothers and sisters, am ‘‘What
shall 1 do to be saved?” To me there
seems only one way to be saved, and
that am to quit this'ere extravagant
living. Back to the simple life, say I.
There am going to be no chance for
you to be saved so long as you keep
up this high living. If there is any
thing that is going to kill our race it
Is these’ere luxuries. Better go hun
gry and cold like the wolf. Go out
and face the rains and fight the
storms. Go wade like the crane. You
will grow rugged and you will grow
tough, but you'll walk like a man.
Yes, sir, that am de way to salvation,
that am de way to get saved.'
“Just then a tail colored mhn, ris
Ing from his pew in the rear of the
church, interrupted the prqacher,
shouting: 'This am no way to be
saved. You just jump right through
that back window and run just as fast
as your legs will carry you, for the
county sheriff am here with a war
rant for your arrest for stealing them
chickens from Massa Martin's coop
last Friday night.’ ”—Chicago Tribune.
Not Used to “High Life.”
An old farmer was in London visit
ing his son, who had got on in the
world, and who kept a large house,
servants, etc.
When the two sat down to dinner
the first night a manservant waited
upon them, and was most assiduous
In his attentions to the old farmer
After watching his antics for a bit the
guest exclaimed:
“What the mischief are ye dancin'
about like that for? Can ye not draw
in yer chair and sit down? I’m sure
there’s enough here for the three of
ue.”—London Mail.
In another part of this paper yot
will find a large ad of the Loose-Wilei
Biscuit Co., Omaha, Neb. They offer
to send to any reader a box of assort
ed biscuits absolutely free. Don’t miss
this opportunity.’ Cut out the coupon
from their ad and mail it today.
Real Thing.
Who was this great god Pan you
read about who worked on pipes?”
“I guess he was a boss plumber.”
Every woma;i should have an aim
In life, even if she can't throw a stone
with any degree of accuracy.
Liquid blue is a weak solution. Avoid it.
Buy Red Cross Ball Blue, the blue that’*
all blue. Ask your grocer. Adv.
Borrowed money often causes a
total loss of memory.
It’s a genuine surprise party if any
one has a good time at it.
(Copyright 1912 by the Tonitives Co.)
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teria, Sleeplessness, Nervous Prostra
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attended by the greatest fur buyers of
(this country, Europe and Canada. Com
petition among them is fierce. And up
go the prices! Dealing direct with you
as we do, can't you see wnv we can afford
to pay you biggest prices?
I Big Money In Trapping
i a,._ Trapdorine.p.retime. Mink. Coon,
| bknnk.Mu«krat, Wolf. Lynx, White Weawd
and other furs are rateable to us. and it's scinch
tocatchthemwitll Fansten Animal Bsik. We want
______ Ten Billion Dollars* worth of just such fnrs sod
flsfosil In w,“ ca*“ for them. To get best results nss
Funsten Animal Balt-stCaa
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Aoimalseao t resist it. One can, at a dollar, made 11,199 clear
profit for one man. Used by U S Government and by esneri
•nced trappers everywhere. Took Grand Prise. World's Fair 1904.
A £l5*r*nk fnr ®*ch k**»d of animal. State kind wanted!
•"Ur,ot,tau ,ar ‘rapper.. All »t aarlnf prita
. FR«—Trapper, Oui<le.O»me Uwe. Stipple CsUlot—Shook,
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*MM«M.tCe, . u FaaataaBids., At.LauM,Mol
fist a Canadian Home
In Western Canada’s
Free Homestead Area
has several New Home
steading Districts that
afford rare opportunity
to secure 160acres of ex
c e 11 e n t_agricultural
land FBEE.
For G ' Growing
and Cattle Raising
t his province has no superior and
to profitable agriculture shows an
unbroken period of over a quarter
of a Century.
Perfect climate: good markets;
railways convenient; soil the very
best, and social conditions most
Vacant lands adjacent to Free
Homesteads may be purchased
and also in the older districts
lands can bo bought at reason
able prices.
For further particulars write to
Bee Building, Omaha, Neb.
Canadian Government'Agents, or
address Superintendent of
Immigration, Ottawa, CoU».
tra heavy. Made lnoorownmill. Kremer Knit
ting Mill, Hoed Building. Philadelphia, Fa.
Vffnoa County. Missouri. Have some excep
tional bargains In large and small (arms
Address O. 8. Johnson. Schell City. Mo
W. N. U., OMAHA, NO. 50-1912.
The scene at the opening of the story Is
laid in the library of an old worn-out
southern plantation, known as the Bar
ony. The place is to be sold, and Its
history and that of the owners, the
Qulntarda, Is the subject of discussion by
Jonathan Crenshaw, a business man, a
stranger known as Bladen, and Bob
Yancy, a farmer, when Hannibal Wayne
Hazard, a mysterious child of the old
southern family, makes his appearance.
Yancy tells how he adopted the boy. Na
thaniel Ferris buys the Barony, but the
Qulntards deny any knowledge of the
boy. Yancy to keep Hannibal. Captain
Murrell, a friend of the Quintards. ap
pears and asks questions about the Bar
ony. Trouble at Scratch Hill, when Han
nibal Is kidnaped by Dave Blount, Cap
tain Murrell’s agent. Yancy overtakes
Blount, gives him a thrashing and secures
the boy. Yancy appears before Squire
Balaam, and is discharged with costs for
the plaintiff. Betty Malroy, a friend of
the Ferrises, has an encounter with Cap
tain Murrell, who forces his attentions on
her. and Is rescued by Bruce Carrington.
Betty sets out for her Tennessee home.
Carrington takes the same stage. Yancy
and Hannibal disappear, with Murrell on
their trail. Hannibal arrives at the home
of Judge Slocum Price. The Judge recog
nizes In the boy. the grandson of an old
time friend. Murrell arrives at Judge s
home. Cavendish family on raft rescue
Yancy, who is apparently dead. Price
breaks Jail Betty and Carrington arrive
at Belle Plain. Hannibal's riile discloses
some startling things to the judge. Han
nibal and Betty meet again. Murrell ar
rives In Belle Plain. Is playing for big
stakes. Yancy awakes from long dream
less sleep on board the raft. Judge Price
makes startling discoveries in looking up
land titles. Charles Norton, a young
planter, who assists the judge, is mys
teriously assaulted. Norton informs Car
rington that Betty has promised to marry
him. Norton Is mysteriously shot. More
tight on Murrell’s plot. He plans upris
ing of negroes. Judge Price, with Hanni
bal, visits Betty, and she keeps the boy
as a companion. In a stroll Betty takes
with Hannibal they meet Bess Hicks,
daughter of the overseer, who warns
Betty of danger and counsels her to
leave Belle Plain at once. Betty, terri
fied, acts on Bess’ advice, and on their
way their carriage It stopped by Slosson.
the tavern keeper, and a confederate, and
Betty and Hannibal are made prisoners.
The pair are taken to Hicks’ cabin. In an
almost Inaccessible spot, and there Mur
rell visits Betty and reveals bis part In
the plot and his object. Betty spurns
his proffered love and the interview Is
ended by the arrival of Ware, terrified
at possible outcome of the crime. Judge
Price, hearing of tne abduction, plans ac
tion. The Judge takes charge of the
situation, and search for the missing ones
Is instituted. Carrington visits the judge
and allies are discovered. Judge Price
visits Colonel Fentress, where he meets
Yancy and Cavendish. Becoming enraged.
Price dashes a glass of whisky into the
colonel’s face and a duel is arranged. Mur
rell Is arrested for negro stealing and his
bubble burst*. The Judge and Mqhaffy
discuss the coming duel. Carrington
makes frantic search for Betty and the
boy. Carrington finds Betty and Hanni
bal, and a fierce gun fight follows. Yancy
appears and assists in the rescue. Bruce
Carrington and Betty come to an under
standing. The Judge receives an import
ant letter. Solomon Mahaffy’s last fight.
Fights duel for the Judge and Is killed.
CHAPTER XXXII.—(Continued.)
Hannibal instantly sat erect and
looked up at the judge, his blue eyes
wide with amazement at this extraor
dinary statement.
"It is a very strange story, Hanni
bal, and its links are not all in my
hands, but I am sure because of what
I already know. I, who thought that
not a drop of my blood flowed in any
veins but my own, live again in you.
Do you understand what 1 am telling
you? You are my own dear little
grandson—” and the judge looked
down with no uncertain love and pride
into the small face upturned to his.
“I am glad if you are my grand
father, judge,” said Hannibal very
gravely. "I always liked you.”
"Thank you, dear lad,” responded
the judge with equal gravity, and then
as Hannibal nestled back in his grand
father's arms a single big tear drop
ped from the end of that gentleman's
prominent nose.
"There will be many and great
changes in store for us,” continued
the judge. “But as we met adversity
with dignity, I am sure we shall be
able to endure prosperity with equani
mity—only unworthy natures are af
reeted by what is at best superficial
and accidental. I mean that the
blight of poverty is about to be lifted
from our lives.”
“Do you mean we ain't going to be
pore any longer, grandfather?” asked
The judge regarded him with In
finite tenderness of expression; be
was profoundly moved.
“Would you mind saying that again,
dear lad?”
“Do you mean we ain’t going to be
pore any longer, grandfather?" re
peated Hannibal.
“I shall enjoy an adequate compe
tency which 1 am about to recover. It
will be sufficient for the indulgence ot
those simple and Intellectual tastes J
propose to cultivate for the future."
In spite of himself the judge sighed.
This was hardly in line with his
ideals, but the right to choose was no
longer his. "You will be very rich.
Hannibal. The Quintard lands—your
grandmother was a Quintard—will be
yours; they run up into the hundred
of thousands of acres hereabout; this
land will be yours as soon as 1 can
establish your identity.”
“Will Uncle Bob be rich too?" in
quired Hannibal.
"Certainly. How can he be poor
when we possess wealth?” answered
the judge.
“You reckon he will always live
with us. don’t you, grandfather?”
“I would not have It otherwise. 1
admire Mr. Yancy—he is simple and
direct, and fit for any company under
heaven except that of fools. His treat
ment of you has placed me under
everlasting obligations; he shall share
what we have. My one bitter, un
availing regret is that Solomon Ma
haffy will not be here to partake of
our altered fortunes.” And the judge
sighed deeply.
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“Uncle Bob told me Mr. Mahafty
got hurt in a duel, grandfather?” said
"He was as inexperienced as a
child in the use of firearms, and he
had to deal with scoundrels who had
neither mercy nor generous feeling—
but his courage was magniticent."
Presently Hannibal w?as deep in his
account of those adventures he had
shared with Miss Betty.
“And Miss Mairoy—w'here is she
now?” asked the judge, in the first
pause of the boy’s narrative.
“She's at Mr. Bowen’s house. Mr.
Carrington and Mr. Cavendish are
here too. Mrs. Cavendish stayed
down yonder at the Bates’ plantation.
Grandfather, it were Captain Murrell
who had me stole—do you reckon he
was going to take me back to Mr.
Bladen ?”
"I will see Miss Mairoy in the
morning. We must combine—our in
terests are identical. There should
be hemp in this for more than one
scoundrel! I can see now how crim
inal my disinclination to push myself
to the front has been!" said the judge,
with conviction. “Never again will 1
shrink from what 1 know to be a pub
lic duty.”
A little later they went down-stairs,
where the judge had Yancy make up
a bed for himself and Hannibal on
the floor. He would watch alone be
side Mahaffy, he was certain this
would have been the dead man’s wish;
then be said good night and mounted
heavily to the floor above to resume
his vigil and his muslngs.
A Crisis at the Court-House.
Just at daybreak Yancy was roused
by the pressure of a hand on his
shoulder, and opening his eyes saw
that the judge was bending over'him.
“Dress!" he said briefly. "There's
every prospect of trouble—get your
rifle and come with me!”
Yancy noted that this prospect of
trouble seemed to afford the judge a
pleasurable sensation; indeed, he had
quite lost his former air of somber
and suppressed melancholy.
“I let you sleep, thinking you need
ed the rest,” the judge went on. "But
ever since midnight we've been on the
verge of riot and possible bloodshed.
They’ve arrested John Murrell—it’s
claimed he’s planned a servile rebel
lion! A man named Hues, who had
wormed his way into his confidence,
made the arrest. He carried Murrell
into Memphis, but the local magis
trate, Intimidated, most likely, de
clined to have anything to do with
nolding him. In spite of this. Hues
managed to get his prisoner lodged In
jail, but along about nightfall the sit
uation began to look serious. Folks
were swarming into town armed to
the teeth, and Hues fetched Murrell
across country to Kaleigh—”
“Yes,” said Yancy.
“Well, the sheriff has refused to
take Murrell into custody. Hues has
him down at the court-house, but
whether or not he is going to be able
to hold him is another matter!"
Yancy and Hannibal had dressed by
this time, and the judge led the way
from the house. The Scratch Hiller
looked about him. Across the street
a group of men, the greater number of
whom were armed, stood in front of
Pegloe’s tavern. Glancing in the di
rection of the court-house, he ob
served that the square before it held
other groups. But what Impressed
him more was the ominous silence
that was everywhere. At his elbow,
the judge was breathing deep.
“We are face to face with a very
deplorable condition, Mr. Yancy.
Court was to sit here today, but Judge
Morrow and the public prosecutor
have left town, and as you see, Mur
rell’s friends have gathered for a res
cue. There’s a sprinkling of the bet
ter element—but only a sprinkling.
I saw Judge Morrow this morning at
four o’clock—I told him I would ob
ligate myself to present for his con
sideration evidence of a striking and
sensational character, evidence which
would show conclusively that Murrell
should be held to await the action of
tne next grand jury—this was after a
conference with Hues—I guaranteed
his safety. Sir, the man refused to
listen to me! He showed himself ut
terly devoid of any feeling of public
duty.” The bitter sense of failure
and futility was leaving the judge.
The situation made its demands on
that basic faith in his own powers
which remained imbedded in his char
They had entered the court-house
square. On the steps of the building
Betts was arguing loudly with Hues,
who stood in the doorway, riCe in
"Maybe you don’t know this is coun
ty property?” the sheriff was saying.
“And that you have taken unlawful
possession of it for an unlaw-ful pur
pose? I am going to open them doors
—a passel of strangers can’t keep
folks out of a building their own
money has bought and paid for!”
While he was speaking, the judge had
pushed his way through the crowd to
the foot of the steps.
“That was very nicely said, Mr.
Betts.” observed the judge. He
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“Do You Mean We Ain’t Going to Be Pore Any Longer, Grandfather?”
smiled widely and sweetly. The sheN
Iff gave him a hostile glare. “Do you
know that Morrow has left town?"
the judge went on.
“I ain’t got nothin’ to do with Judge
Morrow. It’e my duty to see that
this building is ready for him when
he’s a mind to open court In It."
“You are willing to assume the re
sponsibility of throwing open these
doors?” inquired the judge affably.
"I shorely am,” said Betts. “Why,
some of these folks are our leading
The judge turned to the crowd, and
spoke in a tone of excessive civility.
“Just a word, gentlemen!—the sher
iff is right; it is your court-house and
you should not be kept out of it. No
doubt there are some of you whose
presence in this building will sooner
or later be urgently desired. We are
going to let all who wish to enter, but
I beg you to remember that there will
be five men inside whose prejudices
are all in favor of law and order."
He pushed past Hues and entered the
court-house, followed by Yancy and
Hannibal. “We’ll iet ’em in where 1
can talk to ’em,” he said almost gaily.
"Besides, they’ll come in anyhow when
they get ready, so there's no sense in
exciting them."
In the court-house, Murrell, bound
hand and foot, was seated between
Carrington and the Earl of Lambeth
in the little railed-off space below the
judge's bench. Fear and suffering had
blanched his unshaven cheeks and
given a wild light to his deeply sunk
en eyes. At. sight of Yancy a smoth
ered exclamation broke from his lips;
he had supposed this man dead these
many months!
Hues had abandoned his post, and
the crowd, suddenly grown clamorous,
stormed the narrow entrance. One of
the doors, borne from its hinges, went
down with a crash. The judge, a
fierce light hashing from his eyes,
turned to Yancy.
“No matter what happens, this fel
low Murrell is not to escape—if he
calls on his friends to rescue him he
is to be shot!”
The hall was filling with swearing,
struggling men, the floor shook be
neath their heavy tread; then they
burst into the court-room and saluted
Murrell with a great shout. But Mur
rell, bound, in rags, and silent, his
lips frozen in a wolfish grin, was a
depressing sight, and the boldest felt
something of his unrestrained lawless
ness go from him.
Less noisy now, the crowd spread
itself out among the benches or
swarmed up into the tiny gallery at
the back of the building. Man after
man bad hurried forward, intent on
passing beyond the railing, but each
had encountered the judge, formida
ble and forbidding, and had turned
aside. Gradually the many pairs of
eyes roving over the little group sun
rounding the outlaw focussed them
selves on Slocum Price. It was in un
conscious recognition of that moral
force which was his, a tribute to the
grim dignity of his unshaken courage;
what he would do seemed worth con
ne was cnarmea to near nis name
pass In a whisper from lip to lip.
Well, it was time they knew him! He
squared his ponderous shoulder and
made a gesture commanding silence.
Battered, shabby and debauched, he
was like some old war horse who
sniffs the odor of battle that the wind
incontinently brings to his nostrils.
“Don’t let him speak!” cried a
voice, and a tumult succeeded.
Cool and indomitable the Judge
waited for it to subside. He saw that
the color was stealing back into Mur
rell's face. The outlaw was feeling
that he was a leader not overthrown;
these were his friends and followers,
his safety was their safety, too. In a
lull in the storm or sound the judge
attempted to make himself heard, but
his words were lost in the angry roar
that descended on him.
“Don’t let him speak! Kill him!
Kill him!"
A score of men sprang to their feet
and from all sides came the click ol
rifle and pistol hammers as they were
drawn to the full cock. The judge’s
fate seemed to rest on a breath. He
swung about on his heel and gave a
curt nod to Yancy and Cavendish,
who, falling back a step, tossed their
guns to their shoulders and covered
Murrell. A sudden hush grew up ouf
of the tumult; the cries, angry and
jeering, dwindled to a murmur, and a
dead pall of silence rested on the
crowded room.
The very taste or triumph was In
the judge’s month. Then came a com.
motion at the back of the building.
A ripple of comment, and Colonel
Fentress elbowed his way through the
crowd. At sight of his enemy the
judge’s face went from white to red,
while his eyes blazed; but for the mo
ment the force of his emotions left
him speechless. Here and there, aa
he advanced, Fentress recognized a
friend and bowed coolly to the right
and left.
A man usually wants tbe preacher
to furnish proof that what he prom
ises is going to come true, but he is
willing to take the glib promoter’s
word for it
Painter in His Old Age
Retired Rear Admiral Win* Distinc
tion With His Landscapes Done in
Water Colors.
Rear Admiral Charles Henry DavlB.
who retired from active service in the
United States navy four years ago,
has thirty-two paintings on exhibition
in the Corcoran Art gallery at Wash
ington, D. C„ which is one of the fin
est public galleries in America and
one in which the knights of the pal
ette and brush consider it quite a tri
umph to have their pictures exhibited
To a singular genius he has added
painstaking industry, and has pushed
himself up into an enviable place
among the best landscape painters in
water colors in this country.
At a time in life when he was sup
posed to have finished his mission,
and to be allowed to go back and sit
down in a corner and be very still,
the old hero of the Civil war and
Spanlsh-American war appears as vir
ile in hi? intellect as be was at thirty.
and has become a master of art, rev
eling in a realm of beauty, and trans
ferring the beauty from his own soul
to canvas, to delight and bless his fel
lows. What a beautiful example this
grizzled old veteran and this delicate
artist set to old men who think there
is nothing left for them to do.—The
Christian Herald.
Authors and Their Books.
At the dinner given by the Harper
people to Arnold Bennett just before
he sailed for England, a dinner which
was attended by many of the literary
lights that live in or near New York,
a discussion came up as to whether
in this day of the rapid output of lit
erature a man could live by his books.
Mr. Bennett said he was-sure that
many authors could, and he instanced
the case of a young author he knew
in London who was so hard up that
he could no* get enough cash to pay
for his dinner.
An idea struck him He visited his
publisher's and there asked for six
copies of his latest novel, which was
priced at five shillings, ordering that
the books be charged to his account.
This was done. With the volumes
under his arm he visited a second
hand book dealer in the neighbor
hood, and, as the books were perfect
ly new, he managed to sell the six
of them for ten shillings, with which
sum he had a rattling good dinner
and an evening at the theater.
‘‘Oh, yes," said Mr. Bennett, “even
the humblest author can live by his
books—if he has , published any
Child’s Burden of Care.
"You must try to be like God, son
nie,” said the kindly minister to the
worried looking child who entertained
him in the parlor while his mother, up
stairs, was preparing for company. “I
guess I must be,” the boy answered,
wrinkling his brows, “for God and me
gets blamed for about everything that
happens in this house- If it’s a big
thing, they say the Lord did it, and if
any little thing goes wrong It’s sure
to be me!”
Child Gave Life for Sister.
Louis Brown, a motherless boy of
six years, lost his life in a recent fire
at New York, because he stayed by
the side of his four-year-old sister
Helen, and shielded her from the
the smoke and flames. A fireman
searching through the burning build
ing found the two children uncon
scious and clasped in each other's
arms beneath a bed. The boy had
wrapped his jacket about the little
girl's head to protect her. She had
tucked her head down on his breast
and locked arms about his waist. Hel
en's condition is serious. The chil
dren had been forgotten-in the gen
eral scramble for safety.
The Cook’s Feat.
A woman instructor at Wellesley
college, who presides over one of the
dining tables at which sit a dozen
students, says that one day soma
curly lettuce was brought on.
A freshman looked at it. then ex
“How clever of the cook to crimp it
(hat way! I wonder how she does
Pride in Hi* Work, Not Tender Heart,
Was What Induced the Chauffeur
to Return.
They were going along the public
highway at a leisurely rate of forty
miles per hour, when a decrepit hen
and rooster started to do the chicken
special—cross the road.
The front and hind wheels on the
right side struck the poor, old, stiff
jointed rooster amidships, and with
one squawk he succumbed.
Immediately the man at the steer
ing wheel started to slow down and
to look about for a place to turn.
His soliciaous wife turned to her
seatmate and said:
“Isn’t that just like his tender heart?
He won’t be satisfied unless he goes
back and settles for that rooster. He
just can't bear to feel he has injured
anyone or anything."
Then louder, to her husband, she
said: "George, remember that ap
pointment. We haven’t any time to
go back for anything.”
Glancing at the clock near his feet
and at the speedometer near by, he
sighed and said:
"You're right, Jennie; but I just
know if I had turned back I could
have killed that old hen just $s easy
as 1 did the rooster.”—Judge.
Sioux Falls, S. D.—“My trouble of
skin disease started merely as a rash
on my face and neck, but it grew and
kept getting worse until large scabs
would form, fester and break. This
was just on the one side of my face,
but it soon scattered to the other
side. I suffered a great deal, especial
ly at night, on account of its itching
and burning. I would scratch it and
of course that irritated it very much.
This rash was on my face for about
two years, sometimes breaking out
lots worse and forming larger sores.
It kept me from sleeping day or night
for a couple of months. My face look
ed disgraceful and I was almost
ashamed to be seen by my friends.
“A friend asked me to try Cuticura
Soap and Cuticura Ointment. I would
bathe my face with hot water and a
lot of Cuticura Soap, then I would put
on the Cuticura Ointment. In less
than two days’ time, the soreness and
inflammation had almost entirely dis
appeared, and in four weeks’ time you
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