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u Professional Cards ROBT. P. STARR Attorney-at-law, LOUP CITY. SEBMSKS. NIGHTINGALE & SON Attorney uibutticMUiw LOUP CITY. NEB R. H. MATHEW, Attorney-at-Law, And Bonded Abstractor, Loup City, Nebraska AARON WAIL Lawyer Practices in all Courts 9- Loup City, Neb. ROBERT H. MATHEW Bonded Abstracter Loup City, - Nebraska. Only set of Abstract books in county O. E. LONGACRE PHYSICIAN aid SURGEON Office, Over New Bank. TELEPHONE CALL, NO. 39 A. J. KEARNS PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Plione, 30. Office at Residence Two Doors East of Telephone Central Limp Eiip. - Nebraska ' — A. Si MAIN PHYSICIAN and SURGEON Loup Gity, Nebr. Office at Residence, Telephone Connection J« E. Bowman M. D. Carrie L. Bowman M. D. BOWMAN & BOWMAN Physicians and Surgeons Phone 114 Loup City'. >'abraska S. A. ALLEN, DJEJYTIST, LOUP CITY, - - NEB, Office up stairs in the new State Bank building. W L. MARCY, DllfISft LOUP (3ITY, NEE OFFICE: East Side Public Suuaie. Phone, 10 on 36 —————■———————mmm—m Y. I. 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Plica and Rupture cored without an operation. 606 lor Blood Poison. ten years in grand island The Lady r "==" - OF THE = Mount By FREDERIC S. IS HAM || Copyrixbc 1908. by The Bubta-McxriU Co. SYNOPSIS. CHAPTER I—Countess Ellse, daughter Of the Governor of the Mount, has chance encounter with a peasant boy. CHAPTER II—The “Mount.” a small roek-bound island, stood in a vast bay on the northwestern coast of France, and during the time of Louis XVI was a gov ernment stronghold. Develops that the peasant boy was the son of Seigneur Desaurac, nobleman. CHAPTER III—Young Desaurac deter mines to secure an education and be come a gentleman; sees the governor's daughter depart for Paris. CHAPTER IV-Ladv Elise returns aft er seven years' schooling, and entertains many nobles. CHAPTER V—Her Ladyship dances with a strange fisherman, and a call to arms is made in an effort to capture a mysterious Le Seigneur Nols. CHAPTER VI—The Black Seigneur es capes. CHAPTER Vll-I-ady Elisa Is caught in the “Grand” tide. CHAPTER VIII—Black Seigneur res cues. and takes Lady Ellse to his re treat. CHAPTER XII—Seigneur and a priest at the "Cockles.” CHAPTER XIII—Sanches tells Desaur ac that Lady Ellse betrayed him. but Is not believed. The Seigneur plans to re lease the prisoners at the Mount. CHAPTER XIV—Lady Elisa pleads with her father to spare the lives of con demned prisoners. CHAPTER IX—Ellse discovers that her savior was the boy with the fish. CHAPTER X—Sanches, the Seigneur’s servant, is arrested and brought before the governor. CHAPTER XI—Lady Ellee has Sanchas set free. CHAPTER XV—Disguised as a peasant Rady Ellse mingles with the people and hears some startling facts. CHAPTER XVI—A mysterious Mounte bank starts a riot and Is arrested. CHAPTER XVII—The Mountebank Is locked up after making close observations of the citadel, and Is afterwards sum moned before the governor's daughter. CHAPTER XVIII—The governor enters the room during the Interview with the Mountebank. CHAPTER XIX—As a miserable buf foon, the Mountebank Is released by or der of the governor. .alien of which sne strove to conwal. “And I was about to call him, when—” , The Governor continued to address the commandant. “You brought him here?” incisively. "Yes; your Excellency; a stupid fellow we arrested for making troubla with his dells, and—but with her La dyship's permission—” awkwardly turning to the Governor's daughter, “I vfill explain.” To this the girl, however, made no answer; as if fascinated, watched them, the commandant, her father, the sHi, white figure at one side—not far away! “I think,” the Governor spoke soft iy, “you will do that, anyway!” “Exactly, your Excellency! It hap pened in this wise,” and r.ot without evidence of constraint and hesitation, the officer slowly related the story of the disturbance on the platform; the taking into custody of the rogues and knaves, and my lady’s interest in the vagabond clown whose play had oc casioned the riot “Because it was seditious, designed to set authority at naughtinterrupt ed the listener, grimly eyeing for an instant the motionless form of the mountebank. “On the contrary, your Excellency!” .ulckly. “Her Ladyship assured tee it was the loyal and faithful sentiment# jf the play that caused the unruly rascallions to make trouble, and that ;he clown deserved no punishment be cause he had intended no mischief *' “Her Ladyship?” The Governor’s orows went suddenly up. “How," he asked at length in a voice yet softer, 'should her Ladyship have known about the ‘loyal and faithful senti ments’ of a piece given in the town, before a crowd of brawlers?” “Because I was a spectator!” said his daughter, a red spot now on her cheek; changing lights in her eyes. “A spectator,” repeated, In mild surprise, the Governor. "I will explain—after!" she added In tones, low, constrained. "Hum!” His Excellency's glanoe ■wept to the commandant. “Her Ladyship was so good,” mur mured the latter in soma embarrass ment and yet feeling obliged to speak» with that bright insistent gaze of the high official of the Mount fastened upon him, “as to inform me that, de siring to mingle with the people, and, knowing it might not be expedient to do so—in her own proper charac ter—her Ladyship saw fit to assume a humbler costume—that of a Norman peasant maid—” From the Governor’s lips fell an ejaculation; he seemed about to speak sternly, but the words failed on his lips; instead, ‘Continue!” he said curtly. "That. I believe, is all, your Excel lency, except that her ladyship ex pressed the desire the stupid fellow be set at liberty on the morrow, as not worth the keeping—and—” The mountebank started, aB expect ing now the Lady Elise to speak; to denounce him, perhaps; but it was his Excellency who Interrupted. "You were going to do so? To set him at liberty?" “L your Excellency? The auberge des voleurs is so full of the scum of the sands, there is hardly room for them to squirm; but if your Excellency wishes all these paltry ragamuffins and beggars brought before you—” “Well, well!" The Governor looked down; his hand crushed Impatiently the papey h,e held. "Here is much ado about nothing! Have you," to his daughter, "anght to add?" SfieTiltefl her head. Standing In a careless pose, apparently regardless of what was taking place, the mounte bank, at the Governor’s question, shot a quick glanoe from him to her. Al though but an instan^ his look met my lady’s, in that brief interval she read all that was lost on the other two; the sudden, desperate purpose, the indu bitable intention, his warning glanoe conveyed. At the same time she no tlced, or fancied she did, the aand thrust into his breast, as if grasping some weapon concealed there, drew out a little, while simultaneously, lend ing emphasis to the fact, he moved a shade nearer the Governor, her fa ther!. "Nothing,” said the girl hastily; “nothing!” "Then,” his Excellency waved a thin, aristocratic hand, “take him away!” “And your—her ladyship’s instruc tions?” murmured the commandant. "Are to be obeyed, of course!” an swered the Governor, complacently regarding his letter. “You hear, fool?” said in a low voice the commandant, as he approached the clown. “Thank his Excellency! Don’t you know enough? Clod! Dolt!” But the man made at first no effort to obey; immovable as a statue, seemed not to see the speaker, and once more, the officer half whispered his injunction. “Eh?” the Governor turned. “I thank your Excellency! Your Ex cellency is most kind!” said the mountebank in a loud, emphatic tone. "And her ladyship?” prompted the officer. The clown looked at the girl; her breath came fast through her parted lips. "Speak, fool! To her ladyship you also owe much.” “Much!” repeated the clown, a spark in the dull gaze still fastened upon her. “Is that all you can say?” “Take him away!” My lady spoke almost wildly. “Yes; take him away!” With a querulous gesture his Excellency put an end to the matter. '“Am I to be in terrupted in important affairs by every miserable farceur, or buffoon, you pick up on the beach? To the devil with the fellow!” When the door had closed on the mountebank and the commandant, he turned to his daughter. “A madcap trick!” Frowningly his Excellency regarded her. "To have gone into the town and mingled with the rabble! But,” shaking his head and then suf fering that expression of disapproval to relax into severity, “say no more about It! Here,” indicating the letter, “Is something of greater moment, to be attended to and answered!" CHAPTER XX. The Mountebank and the Soldier. As the mountebank walked out of the apartment of the Governor's daughter, he drew himself up with an air of expectancy, like a man prepar ing for some sudden climax. Once be yond the threshold, his eyes glanced furtively back at _th« closed door, and, descending the 'stairs to the floor be low, he carried his head a little for ward, as if intent to catch unwonted sound or outcry. But no raised voice or unusual noise reached his ear, and his footsteps, as the party issued forth into the street, responded briskly to the soldiers' pace. Stilt with the same air of strained attention, now mingled with a trace of perplexity, he followed his guard until called upon to etop. "Veu '•re to slFep tiorel” As he spoke, the commandant opened tn* door of what seemed a low out-build ing, not very far from the general bar racks, and motioned the mountebank to enter. The latter, after glancing quickly at the speaker and the sol diers behind, bent to step across th* dark threshold, and, still stooping, on account of the low roof, looked around him. By the faint glimmer of light from a lantern one of the soldiers held, the few details of that squalid place were indistinctly revealed: A single stall whose long-eared occupant turned its head inquiringly at the ab rupt appearance of a companion lodger; bits of harness and a number of traps hanging from pegs on the wall, and, near the door, on th* ground, a bundle of grass, rough fod der from the marshes alose by th* shore. Tbie last salt-smelling heap, the officer, peering in with a fastidious sniff, indicated. ‘‘That's your bed! A softer one than you would have had but for th* Lady Ellse!” The prisoner returned no answer, and in the voice of a man whose hu mor was not of the best, the command ant uttered a brief command. A mo ment or two the light continued t* pass fitfully about the stable; then li and the moving shadows vanished; a key grated In the door, and the sound of the officer's receding footsteps was followed by the diminishing clatter of men's heels on the flagging stone. Not until both' UadTalily iHeiTaway" in the distance and the silence was broken only by certain Indications of restlvo ness from the stall, did the prisoner move. First, to the door, which he tried and shook; then, avoiding the pile of fodder, to the wall, where, feeling about the rough masonry with the energy of one who knew he had no time to Bpare, his hands, ere long, encountered the frame of a small win dow. Any gratification, however, he might have experienced thereat found its offset In the subsequent discovery that the window had heavy Iron blinds, closed and fastened, and was further guarded by a single strong bar set in the middle, dividing the one incon siderable aperture into two spaces of impassable dimensions. But ss if spurred by obstacles to greater exer tions, fiercely the man grasped the metallic barrier, braced himself, and put forth his strength. In its setting cf old masonry, the rod moved slight ly; then more and more, and the pris oner, breathing a moment hard, girded himself anew. A wrench, a tug, and the bar, partly disintegrated, snapped m the middle, and balding the pieces, the prisoner fell somewhat violently Sack. Armed now with an implement that well might serve as a lever, he, nevertheless, paused before endeavor ip" to force the formidable fastenings of the blinds; paused to luai uu . tight-fitting clown's cap; to doff th costume of the mountebank covering the rough, dark garments beneath, and vigorously to nib his'fibe with' some Mixture he took from his pocket. He had made but a few pasaea to remove the distinguishing marks of paint and pigment, when a sound without, in the distance, caused him to desist Footsteps, that grew louder, were coming his way, and, gripping his bar tighter the prisoner grimly waited; but soon his grasp relaxed. The sound was that of a single person, who now paused before the entrance; fumbled at the lock, and, with an impatient exclamation, set something down. At the same time the prisoner dropped his weapon and stooped for the dis carded garments; in the dark, they es caped him and he was still searching, when the bolt, springing sharply back, caused him to straighten. "Are you there. Monsieur Mounte bank?” The door swung open; an un certain light cast sickly rays once more within, and beneath the lantern, raised above his head, Innocent of the danger he had just escaped, the round visage of the good-natured soldier who had escorted the mountebank to the auberge des voleurs looked amicably and inquiringly Into the darksome hovel. “Yes; what do you want?” the an swer came more curt than courteous. “What do I want?” the fellow re peated with a broad smile. “Now that’s good! Perhaps it woul$ be more to the point to ask what do you want? And here,” Indicating a|loaf and jug in his hand, “I’ve got ithem, though why the commandant should have eared, and ordered them brought—” “He did?” said the prisoner, with a flash of quick surprise. “Well, I’m not hungry, but you can leave them.” “Not hungry?" And the soldier, who seemed a little the worse for liquor, but more friendly in conse quence, walked in. “I don’t wonder, though," be-went on, closing the door, hanging his lantern above and plac ing the jug on the ground; "in such a foul hole? What you need, comrade, is company, and,” touching significant ly his breast, “something warmer than flows from the spring of St. Aubert.” “I tell you,” began the mountebank, when the soldier, staring, got a fair look at the other for the first time and started back. ‘•Eh? What’s this?” “Oh, I took them oft! You don’t sup pose I’d sleep in my white clothes in such a dirty—” "Right you are, comrade!" re turned the other, seating himself be fore the door on a three-legged stool he found in a corner. “But for the moment you g&Te me a start. I thought you some other person.” “What—person?" “No one in particular. You might,” unbuttoning hia coat to draw forth a bottle, “have been any one! But I dare say you have had them off In worse place* 'than this—which, after all,~ls not bad, compared to some o' the rooms for guests at the Met—' r-.m»•" ' looked first at the closed Diinaa; tnen at the door, and a sudden determina tion came to his eyes. “Those especially prepared for the followers of the Black Seigneur, taken prisoners near Casque, for example!” “They are dungeons?” “With Jacques for keeper! The lit tle sexton, we call him, because the prisoners go generally from the cells to the pit, and the quicklime Is the hunchback’s graveyard!” “This Jacques—” A growing impa tience shone ominously from the pris oner's glance; his attention, that of a man straining to catch some expected sound without, focused itself on the speaker. “This Jacques—what sort of quarters has he?” “Oh, he lives anywhere; every where! Sometimes at the thieves* Inn; again in one of the storehouses ■ I “No One in Particular.” near the wheel. They eay, though, he la not a great hand to sleep, but pasw es most of his time like a cat, prowl lng in and out the black passages and tunnels of the Mount. But,” abruptly breaking off, “the play—that’s what I want to know about!' The end! How did it end*” "I’m in no mood for talking.” "Take the bottle, an’ it’ll loosen your tongue!" "No." “What! yon refuse?” “Yes.” “Then,” philosophically, “mugt I drink alone?” “Not here!” “Eh?” “Will you get out, or—” and the mountebank stepped toward the other with apparently undisguised inten tion. “So that’s your game?” Quickly the soldier sprang to his feet. “I must teach you a little politeness, my friend —how we deal with uncivil people in the army!” And throwing off his coat, as ready for a bout at fisticuffs as for an encounter of words, the soldier confronted the clown. “When I’m done, you’ll sing that song of the stick out of the other side of the mouth, and think your wicked peasant re ceived a coddling from his master in comparison!” But the mountebank did not answer —with words—and the soldier was still threatening, and painting dire prophetic pictures of what he intend ed doing, when a strong arm closed about him; fingers like iron gripped his throat, and, for some moments thereafter, although of junusual size anu vigor. The iilan was 'more con cerned In keeping his feet than In searching his vocabulary for pictur esque imagery. Then, In Bpite of his struggles and best endeavors to free himself, he felt his head forced back wards; the grasp on his neck tight ened. Still he could not shake off that deadly hold, and, aware that conscious ness was gradually leaving him, his efforts relaxed. After that, for an in terval, he remembered nothing; but with returning realization and a vague sense of stiffness in his throat, In a rough sort of way was prepared to ac cept defeat; acknowledge the other’s supremacy, and seal that acknowledg ment over the bottle. Only the mountebank afforded him no opportunity thus to toast the “best man;” with a long strap of leather snatched from one of the pegs, he had already bound the hands and feet of his bulky antagonist, and was just ris ing to survey his handiwork, when the other opened bis eyes. “Here! What do you mean?" ex claimed the soldier, when even the power vocally to express further sur prise or indignation was denied him, in consequence of something soft be ing thrust between his teeth; and mute, helpless, he could but express in looks the disgusted inquiry his lips refused to frame. “No; it’s no joke,” answered the mountebank, rapidly passing an end of the strap, binding the soldier, about a post of the stall and securing it, sailor-wise. “A poor return for hos pitality, yet needs must, when the devil drives!” quickly seizing a hand ful of marsh grass from the ground and rubbing It over his face. “Any how, you’ll be none the worse on the morrow,” stepping toward the lantern, “while I—who can say? He laughs best—” About to blow out the flame, he stopped, attracted by something his foot had thrust aside; a garment; the soldier’s! A moment he surveyed It; stooped; picked it up. “Unless I am mistaken," casting aside his own coat, slipping on that of the soldier, and then donning the latter’s cap, which had fallen In the struggle, “we arc about of a size. And this sword,” un fastening the belt from the prostrate Jailer, “should go with the coat.” A moment his w-ords, tense, recklesB, continued to vibrate In the soldier’s eara, then: “I’ll leave you the lan jera!" And darkness fell over the til a re. Boldly, a little uncertainly, as tbe loldler bad walked, the mountebank, aow, to all appearance, a man o' tbe ranks In the service of his Excellency, Governor, strode down the wide, Itone-paved way separating the out louses from the officers’quarters, hard against the ramparts. In the sky’s lome the stars still shone, although a imall mottled patch of cloud obscured ‘.he moon; on either side no lights ap peared in windows, and friendly shad aws favored him, until he approached at the end of the way the broad, open entrance between the soldiers’ bar racks and the officers’ row. There, set in stone above the key of the time worn arch, flared a smoky lamp, dimly revealing the surrounding details; but the young man did not stop; had drawn quite close to the medieval structure, when unexpectedly another tread, on the soldiers’ side of the entrance, mingled with his own; rang For a moment in unison; then jingled put of time. He who approached came to a sudden standstill; cast a quick glance over hla shoulder, only to be brought to an abrupt realisation that it was now too late to retreat. A black silhouette, suddenly precipitated across the pavement, preceded a dark figure that stepped quickly out and barred the way, while at the same time, a voice, loud and incisive, chal lenged. - ! CHAPTER XXI. The 8talrway of Silver. The stillness of the moment that followed was tense; then thickly the young man answered something ir relevant about a clown, a bottle and a loafT with cap drawn aowiT an<T half averted face, he lurched a little for ward In the darkness, and the senti nel’s weapon fell. "Oh, that’s you, la it, Henri?" he said in a different tone, stepping back. "How did you leave the fellow?" “Eating the bread and calling for more!” As he spoke, the other stopped, swaying uncertainly; above the arch, the wick, ill-trimmed, bright ened and darkened to the drafts of air through break and slit of the old lamp; and briefly he awaited a favor able moment, when the flame blew out until almost extinguished; then with hand near sword-hilt, somewhat over* briskly, but in keeping with the part, he stepped toward the arch; through It, and quickly past the sentinel. “You seem to have been feasting and drinking a little yourself, tonight, comrade?” called out the latter after him. “I noticed it when you went in, and— But aren’t you taking the wrong way?” As the other, after start ing toward the barracks, straightened, and then abruptly wheeled into the road, running up the Mount “Bah!” A moment the young man passed. "Can’t a soldier," articulating with difficulty, “go to see his sweet heart without—” “Eh bien!” The sentinel shrugged his shoulders. “It isn’t my business. I think, though, I know where they’ll put you tomorrow, when they find out through the guard at the barracks.” To this ominous threat the other deigned no response, only, after the fashion of a man headstrong in inso briety, as well as in affairs of gal lantry, continued his upward way; at first, speedily; afterward, when be yond bearing of the man below, with more stealth and as little noise as pos sible, until the road, taking a sudden angle, brought him abruptly to an open space at the foot of a great flight of stone Btairs. Broad, wide, broken by occasional platforms, these steps, reaching up ward in gradual ascent, had designed ly, in days gone by, been made easy for broken-down monarch* or corpu lent abbots. Also they had been planned to satisfy the discerning eye, jealous of every addition or alteration -at the Mount. My lord, the ancient potentate, leisurely ascending in ec clesiastical gown, while conscious of an earthly power reaching even Into England, .could .still .fancy he was go Ing~up a Jacob1# ladder into realms su pernal. Saint Louis, with gaze be nignly bent toward the aerial Mealier de dentelle of the chapel to the left, might well exclaim no royal road could compare with this inspiring and holy way; nor is it difficult to understand a sudden enchantment here, or be yond, that drew to the rock on three pilgrimages that other Louis, more sin ner than saint, the eleventh of his name to mount the throne of France. ' But those stones, worn in the past by the footsteps of the illustrious and the lowly, were deserted now, and, for the moment, only the mocn, which had escaped from the cloud, exercised there the right of way; looking square ly down to efface time's marks and pave with silver from top to bottom the flight of stairs. It played, too, on facades, towers and battlements on either side, and, at the spectacle—the disk directly before him—the Black Seigneur, about to leave the dark and sheltering byway, involuntarily paused. Angels might walk unseen up and down in that effulgence, as, indeed, the old monks stoutly averred was their habit; but a mortal intrusion on the argent way could be fraught only with visibility. To reach tbe point he had in mind, however, no choice remained; the steps bad to be mounted, and, lower ing his head and looking down, delib erately he started. As he proceeded his solitary figure seemed to become more distinct; his presence more ob trusive and his echoing footsteps to resound louder. No indication he had been seen or heard, however, reached him; to sll appearances espionage of his movements was wanting, and only the saint with the sword at the top of tbe steeple—guardian spirit of tha rock—looked down, sa If holding high To be Continued University Club Annual Reunion Mr. and Mrs. R.P. Starr entertained the members of the University Club at their home on New Year’s Eve, and an enjoyable evening was reported by all. The UniversityClubiscomposed of all students of this city who have attended or are now attending the State University of Nebraska. An informal business meeting was held by the members that evening, at which time it was sought, by some of the members, to enlarge the member ship by including all students of uni versities, regardless of whether they have attended the State University of this state, or any university in this state, but the attempt was necessarily defeated because the club, in order to retain its standing in the state as a University of Nebraska club, is com pelled to admit only students of our State University to membership. In addition to the members of the club, all university students of the city who have attended other universities were present as the guests of the club, and the club found the addition of such students so desirable that they adopt ed a resolution to hold at least one regular meeting between Christmas and New Year of each year, and to entertain all university students out side the club who may be in our city at the time. After a number of pleasant games, a brief business meeting was held, and Miss Emma Outhouse was unan imously elected president to succeed Mr. R. P. Starr, who has held the office for two years and declined to serve longer, and Clifford Rein was unanimously elected secretary-treas urer. After the business meeting the students sang old university songs, and were later given a musical treat by Mrs. Starr and her son, Howard. Mrs. Starr’s musical talent Is well known in this city, and Howard is manifesting remarkable ability on the violin. uencious retresnments were servea, followed by excellent cigars for the gentlemen, and all adjourned in the small hours of New Year’s day, filled to overflowing with pleasant recol lections of the evening, of the old university days, and refreshments. The county attorney contest is set for hearing before the county court next Monday, Jan. 6th. The old county board meets next week Wednesday, the 8th, for settle ment with the county treasurer and the following day for general busi ness. The new board meets a week later. Remember, our patons and friends are cordially welcome to visit our of. fice any day and especially Wednesday afternoons and Thursday mornings and witness our electric motors grind ing out editions of the Northwestern. Many have done so, and there is wel come for all. Mr. Archie Kearns returned to his studies at Bellevue this morning. He graduates in June with the A. B. de gree. We understand our young friend will then take a four-year course in medicine and attach M. D. to his name. This will make still an other one of our bright Loup City boys to follow in the footsteps of their illustrious fathers and take up the same work or profession. OVER 68 YEARS* ^H^^m^EXPCRIENCE I V ^ J i L J ” 11 ■ I j k I 1 I M k I r% 1 Trade Marks Designs 'rfTH’ Copyrights Ac. 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I’m going to explain the whole Balkan situation to you. You see, ii was at best—good gracious, he’s asleep!” An Explanation. The steamboat came splashing along her course at full speed, and the first thing the passengers knew had crash ed head on into the pier. “Mercy!” cried a passenger, as the bow crashed and the splinters flew. “I wonder what is the matter?” “Nothin’ ” said Pat. one of the deck hands. “Nothin’, ma’am—ut looks to me as it the captain just forgot that we shtop here.”—Harper's Weekly. A DIPLOMATIC STROKE. Algernon—Aw—ye know, Adelaide, there's no use In our disputing any naoah, hut I'll—aw—bet the kisses— he, he—that I'm fight. Adelaide—All right, but I shall claim the privilege of choosing the stake holder. What to Take. The sky is blue and cloudless, too. The suu Is bright and yellow. But take no chances; take instead Tcur tried and true umbrella. The Electric Coupe. ‘There is something refined and ele gant about an electric coupe.” “Yes. I dare say it is the most aris tocratlc vehicle we have and it will probably always be highly respect able.” “Why do you think so?” “Because Us limitations are such that It will never be a popular vehicle for an early morning joy ride." Painfully True. “When he was younger a fortune teller predicted that a great future was in store for him.” “Did the prediction come true?" “Yes, but we didn't know at the time how the fortune teller spelled the word ‘great.’ He's been peering through a steel grating now for near ly five years.” Oh, You Flat-Ironl Yeast—I see a new electric flat-iron is made of reinforced glass so that it may be turned on end and used as a lamp if desired.” Crimsonbeak—Might make a man a bit nervous to have his wife meet him with that sort of a light when he man ages to reach the front door in the cold gray hours of dawn. HIS THOUGHT. She (romantically)—Oh! for the wings of a dove! He (practically)—The breast of a turkey for mine. Oh, for That Money Now. The money spent beside the sea Brought freckles in a swarm; But now it's the cold winter time And they won't keep her warm. An Exception. “No news is good news." “Oh^ I don’t know. Were you ever waked out of a sound sleep in the mid dle of the night to answer the tele phone only to have the girl tell you she had called you by mistake?’’ Untouched. “Kit,.I wish I could fall heir to a mil lion dollars! In that case I think you’4 marry me.” “How strange it is, George, that so beautiful a wish can be the father to such an ugly thought!" Its Allurements. “Mra. Chatterly thinks of moving to Reno." “So I hear,” replied Miss Cayenne. “But she doesn’t need any divorce." “No. But she is so fond of gossip she has probably decided to move to headquarters.” Putting It Delicately. “Why is it that your son can’t hol4 a job? Is he lazy?” “Well, perhaps not exactly that; but I think it may be safe to say that ho Is a conservative In the matter o( nminr bin living.’*