HORACE
HA'ZELTINE
SYNOPSIS.
Robert Cameron, capitalist, consults
T’hiilip Clyde, newspaper publisher, re
garding anonymous threatening letters he
lias received. The hrst promises a sample
of the writer’s power on a certain day.
On that day the head is mysteriously cut
from a portrait of Cameron while the lat
ter Is in the room. Clyde has a theory
that the portrait was mutilated while the
room was unoccupied and the head later
removed by means of a string, unnoticed
I'v earner*>n. Evelyn Grayson. Cameron's
niece, with whom Clyde is in love, finds
the head of Cameron’s portrait nailed to
* tr**e, where tt was had been used as a
target. Clyde pledges Evelyn to secrecy.
Clyde learns that a Chinese boy employed
t>v Phlletus Murphy, an artist living
nearby, had borrowed a rifle from Cam
eron's lodtrekeper Clyde makes an ex
cuse to call on Murphy and is repulsed
He pretends to be investigating alleged
Infractions of the game laws and speaks
ef finding the bovVl of an opium p pe un
der the tree where Cameron’s por’rait
was found. The Chinese boy is found
dead next morning. While visiting Cam
eron in his dressing room a Nell GWynne
mirror is mysteriously shattered. Cameron
becomes seriously ill as a result of the
• hock. The third letter appears mysteri
ously on Cameron’s sick bed. It makes
direct threats against the life of Cameron.
Clyde tells Cameron the envelope was
empty. He tel’s Evelyn everything awd
plans to take Cameron on a yacht tr’p
The yacht picks up a fisherman found
drifting helplessly in a boat. He gives
the name of Johnson. Cameron disap
pears from yacht while Clyde’s back is
turned. A fruitless search is made for a
motor boat seen by the captain Just be
fore Cameron disappeared. Johnson is al
lowed to go after being closely questioned.
Evelyn takes the letters to an expert in
Chinese literature, who pronounces them
tit Chinese origin.
CHAPTER X.—Continued.
Very briefly she explained that she
had seen the professor that morning,
and had laid before him the original
let’er and my copies of the others,
and that he had kindly promised to
make a careful rtudy of them and ac
quaint her with the result later in the
day. She thought It. better, however,
that 1 should call upon him for his :
conclusions, she said, as they would j
probably be verbal, and she doubted
her own ability to convey them to me
with entire accuracy. Of course she j
had told him nothing as to the circum
stances surrounding the letters. As
they bore no dates, and were unad
dressed, she had him to infer that
they were autographic curiosities be
longing to her uncle, in which we
were all three interested.
I had met Professor Griffin cn sev
eral occasions Once or twice he had
contributed articles to The Week, and
while we were scarcely intimate, we
were on terms of friendly acquaint
anceship. He was an oldish, white
haired gentleman, of rather the ascet
ic type, with long, somewhat peaked
face, and light, watery blue eyes,
which seemed to bulge behind the
strong lenses of his gold-bowed spec
tacles.
He received me in his study, a spa- !
cious, book-lined room on the second ,
floor of his old Colonial stone house. 1
“I have been deeply interested, Mr.
Clyde, he began, in the autographs
and copies which Miss Grayson
brought to me. They are unique speci
mens of English composition, in that
the Oriental influence is so clearly
demonstrated throughout. Do you,
by any chance, know where Mr. Cam
eron obtained them?"
I was hardly prepared for this ques
tion, but 1 answered as promptly as
possible that they had recently come
into my friend's possession, 1 be
lieved, but from Just what source 1
had not learned.
The three sheets lay before him on
the writing-shelf of his old-fashioned
mahogany secretary; and now he took
up one of the copies, holding it at
tome distance from his eyes, as
though liis glasses, thick as they were,
were not as powerful as his sight re
quired.
"The three writings,” he went on.
In the tone of a class-room lecturer,
"evidently form a series, of which, 1
take it, this is the first."
i “The one which says, ‘Take warning
cf what shall happen on the seventh
day’?” I queried.
“Yes. That is the first. The other
of the copies, in which occurs the
phrase 'once more,' is, of course, the
second. And the original autograph
la the last.”
"Exactly,” I agreed. It seemed to
me that all thl3 was very obvious, but
In courtesy 1 could not say so.
"AH three,” be continued sagely,
"begin, as you must have observed,
with the same sentence, ‘That which
you have wrought shall in turn he
wrought upon you.’ That is a quota
tion."
"A quotation!” I exclaimed, in sur
prise.
A quoiauou uuiu Mt-unua, me
great expositor of Confucius, who
lived B C. 372 to 289. In the origi
nal, a word meaning ‘Beware’ pre
cedes the warning, and a more literal
translation of the passage would be:
‘Howard What proceeds from you
will return to you again.’"
It seemed to roe this was taking a
gTeat deal for granted. I feared that
the professor, like many savants who
specialize, was straining the fact to
fit his theory, but he very promptly
disabused n5e.
“The supposition that the words are
a paraphrase of Mencius,” he ex
plained, “would not be tenable, per
haps—the idea Is not anomalous—
were it not that we find running
through the series, other quotations
that are unquestionably of Chinese or
igin. The first letter, for example,
concludes with: ‘The ways of our God
• re many. On the righteous he show
ers blessings; on the evil he pours
forth misery.' This is from the Book
of History, or Shu King,’ in which are
the documents edited by Confucius
hlmselr. It usually has been rendered
In this way: ‘The ways of God are
not invariable. On the good doer he
sends down all blessings, and on the
evil doer he sends down all miser
ies.’ That is the more exact render
ing. And again, in tke second letter
we find—" He paused a moment, tak
ing up the second sheet, and focusing
his dim eyes upon the lines. “We
find," he went, on, “ ‘Fine words and
a smiling countenance make not vir
tue,' which is from the Lunhu, or
'Analects’ of Confucius, in which the
views and maxims of the sage are
retailed by his disciples. ‘Smiling
countenance' is hardly the best trans
lation. 'Insinuating appearance' Is
more nearly the English equivalent,
and I should prefer ‘are rarely con
nected, or associated, with virtue’ to
make not virtue.’"
“Those, of course, are unmistakably
translations," 1 agreed.
“And so are the concluding sen
tences of the third, the autograph,
letter,” he assured fne. “ ‘Say not
Heaven is high above! Heaven
ascends and descends about our deeds,
daily inspecting us, wheresoever we
are.’ I find it in one o* the sacrificial
odes of Kau, and it is the best ren
dered of all the excerpts.”
"So your conclusion as to the au
thorship is—?” I queried.
“Chinese, undoubtedly,” he an
swered. “These were written, 1 should
say, by a Chinaman, educated, prob
ably, in this country. His English is
the English of the educated Oriental,
but the quotations from Confucius and
his commentators are characteristic.
With the average Chinaman, to know
Confucius is to know all; what he
said is all-sufficient; what he did not
say is not worth saying. Another
identifying feature is the effort to
make afraid. Their religion is fear.”
Having concluded his exposition,
Professor Griffin was disposed to en
ter upon a more or less lengthy dis- j
course on Chinese character and lit
erature in general. How ever illumi- I
native this might have been under
ordinary conditions, I was assuredly j
in no mood to listen to it at this time, j
The information he had given me, j
while it merely verified suspicions
which 1 had held from the first, set !
me to speculating on the individual '
source of the letters; and with so
modern an instance at hand I was nat- t
urally disinclined to consider the au- ;
thorship of writings dating back often
a thousand years and more beyond
the Christian era.
With what grace I could, therefore,
I discouraged a continuance of the
theme, and having thanked him most
heartily, pocketed the notes with
which he was good enough to furnish
me, and prepared to depart. But as
l stood at his study door, his lean,
scholarly hand resting in mine, he de
tained me for a final word.
“The symbol!” he exclaimed, his
pale eyes lighting at the recollection.
“We forget the symbol!”
“Oh, yes,” I returned, my Interest
revived, “that silhouette at the bot
tom.”
“It is unmistakably Chinese," he
said. “I am not very familiar with
the symbolism of the East, not as fa
miliar as I should be, possibly; but
Chinese writing, you know, in its or
igin, is picture writing with the addi
tion of a limited number of symbolical
and conventional designs. This figure,
I should say, represents a lorcha, or
small Chinese coasting junk, and you
can rest assured mat tne threats con
tained in the letters were with a view
to reparation for some crime or injury
connected in some way with such a
vessel. That is as near as I can in
terpret it. But if you would like to
know more—if you would like to get
something more nearly definite—I can
fefer you to one who can, I think, give
you the information.”
“By all means," I implored, “I shall
appreciate it greatly.”
"An authority on this subject is liv
ing not very far from here. He spent
many years in China, is something of
an artist himself, and made, I under
stand, a study of Oriental symbolism.
He lives at Cos Cob, and his name
is—”
“Murphy!” I interrupted, as a flood
of illumination stvept over me.
“Philetus Murphy. Yes. Do you
know him?”
“I have met him.” I returned short
ly.
And thanking the professor once
more, I hurried away, with a course of
action already shaping in my mind.
CHAPTER XI.
The Chinese Merchant
It was while Professor Griffin was
talking of Chinese characteristics that
the thought of little Mow Chee first
occurred to me. The professor said
something about the average China
man's disinclination to speak of death,
directly, and how he invariably em
ployed some euphemism. The phrase
"pass from sight of men into torment”
the professor pointed out as an illus
tration. And then 1 remembered little
Mow Chee, who was in my class at
Yale, and how, once, in speaking of
the demise of a fellow classman, he
had used the odd expression, "he has
saluted old age.” which I afterwards
learned was quite a common form in
China.
It was now a year or more since I
had seen Mow Chee, but I recalled
that at our last meeting I had made a
note of his address; and so on reach
ing my desk the next morning I
looked it up. Curiously enough a pri
vate detective agency which I had
arranged to consult chanced to have
its office in the same building on low
er Broadway as the Pacific Transport
company, by which Mow Chee was
employed; and thus the plan which
had been shaping mentally the previ
ous afternoon, as I hurried away from
Professor Griffin’s, was readily set in
motion before noon of the day fol
lowing.
In the evening 1 had discussed It
with Evelyn; and though the detec
tive feature did not at first meet with
her approval, she eventually conceded
that it was a necessary part of the
project. It was agreed, however, that
the real purpose for which that aid
was invoked should not be divulged.
I’hiletus Murphy was to be shadowed
and daily reports were to be made to
me. That he had been under suspi
cion of brutally murdering his Chi
nese servant was sufficient reason for
the proceeding, and to the detective
agency I gave no hint of any further
consideration.
As for my Celestial classmate. I was
not by any means sure that I should
find him at the Pacific Transport of
fices. 1 knew that for some time Chi
na had been calling upon her sons of
western education to return to their
mother country for service, and I
feared that little Mow Chee might al
ready he customs taokai of Shantung,
or some other imperial province. Hut
my misgivings were very promptly al
layed; for no sooner had 1 stepped
within the outer office than he saw
me. and came hastily forward, with a
smile of greeting cn his square, flat
tened, yellow face.
His desk was just back of the long
counter which ran the length of the
room, and a glance its piled con
tents showed me that he was very
busy. Moreover, there was no oppor
tunity here for the privacy which I
desired; so after an exchange of greet
ings. and a few conventional inquiries,
I invited Mow to lunch with me at the
Savartn, at whatever hour would best
suit his convenience.
Somewhat to my dismay, he fixed
upon one o’clock. As it still wanted
ten minutes of noon I now had over
an hour of leisure, which, as may be
imagined, promised to hang rather
heavy, the more so, as I vvas impa
tient to make some real progress in
my quest.
Wall street being at hand, I conclud
ed to call on a friend there who usu
ally handles my investments, and
make a convenience of his office. On
the way, 1 bought an afternoon paper,
and as m.v broker happened to be at
the Stock Exchange, I had ample op
portunity to read it from first column
to last. It proved about as thrillingly
interesting as the early afternoon re
prints of what one has already read
at breakfast usually are, and 1 was
about to drop it to the floor, when
my eye caught a group of headlines
on the last page, which, up to that
moment, had escaped me, but which
now suddenly riveted my attention;
CELESTIAL CLAIMS MYSTERIOUS
BOX ON FALL RIVER PIER.
Anything concerning Celestials. I
suppose, would have attracted me,
just then, but the burden of this was
so peculiarly pertinent, that it seemed
as if it must have intimate connection
with the tangle I had undertaken to
unravel.
With the paper gripped tightly In
both hands, and ray head bent intently
forward, 1 raced through the frivo
lously-written article which followed;
and from a superabundance of cheap
wit and Fast side slang managed to
extract the somewhat meager facts.
A truck, driven by a Chinaman, it
seemed, had that morning taken from
the pier of the Fall River Line a
square box, measuring about five feet
each way, and perforated with a num
ber of auger holes. The brilliant
space-writer had given his imagina
tion free rein as to the contents, spec
ulating as to the possibilities, from ed
ible Chinese dogs to smuggled opium,
but he had omitted to furnish the
name and address of either the con
signor or consignee. “The truck,
drawn by the slant-eyed white horse,
and driven by the phlegmatic Chink,
clattered away in the direction of
Mott street,” the account concluded.
After all, it was a very common
place, everyday occurrence. Probably
the auger holes were only knot holes,
transformed by the reporter’s imagi
nation. Nevertheless, 1 thrust the pa
per into my pocket. Mow Chee might
throw some light on the matter. He
would know, in all likelihood, what
sort of goods were shipped by way of
the Fall River Line to his countrymen
in New York.
We secured a corner table in the
inner room at the Savarin. It was
not so crowded there and it was less
hustling and noisy. My companion at
tracted some little attention, of course,
but not sufficient to prove annoying.
New York, as a rule, pays small heed
simply to the unusual, and Chinamen
are common enough not to be abso
lute curiosities even in the big down
town restaurants.
A very dapper little fellow was Mr.
Mow; neatly and inconspicuously clad,
and well brushed and combed. He
was for recalling old college days,
when he was coxswain of the class
crew and I pulled the stroke oar, but
my time was too precious for such
reminiscence, and as speedily as pos
sible I broached the subject I had at
heart.
“Now.” I began, perhaps less deli
cately than I should, “there's a saying,
you know, that the only good Indian is
a dead Indian. That wouldn’t apply
to the Chinese, would it? And yet,
while there, are some very excellent
Chinamen, there are some pretty bad
ones, aren’t there?”
He grinned, exposing his fine teeth.
“Oh, yes," he answered, “there are
good and bad, but the percentage of
bad is less in my country than In
some others." I caught the signifi
cance of his remark, and realized that
l deserved the rebuke.
“And amongst the educated Chinese,
here in New York?” I went on, with
out stopping for comment. “There
are a few bad?”
He was still Bmiling.
"Bad?” he queried. “What do you
m<?an by bad? There are, some who
have vices, yes. Some gamble, some
smoke opium; some get the best of
a bargain.”
"Are there some who would kill?” I
asked, bluntly.
“Oh, no, no!” he protested, without
raising his voice. “I certainly should
hope there are none such among the
educated.”
And then I told him about the three
letters, and what had happened, omit
ting only Cameron's name and place
of residence. Imperturbable little
chap that he was, he listened without
emotion. When 1 concluded he said:
"You are sure they were Chinamen
who did this?”
"Would men of any other nationality
quote Confucius and Mencius?" I
asked.
"No, I think not,” was his reply,
“and yet it might be done by crafty
persons to mislead.”
But I could not agree with him.
"We are not revengeful as a nation."
he said, "we are rather long-suffering.
If Chinamen did what you tell me. it
was in return for some very great in
jury; some crime, I should say,
against their parents or near kins
men."
“But my friend was never in China,”
I declared. "And he was the last man
in the world to harm anyone.”
For a little while Mow Chee ate in
thoughtful silence. Presently he
looked up.
"Clyde, my friend. I know so little
of my own people here in New York.
But one man 1 know, a merchant, who
is very prominent and very upright.
He is a big man in the Six Companies.
I will give you a card to him; you
can speak to him in confidence, and if
he can help you, he will, not only be
cause I sent you, but because he
stands for all that is best, and de
sires that my countrymen in the
United States shall have the respect
they deserve from your citizens. I
would send you to the Chinese Con
sul, but my friend, Mr. Yup Sing, is
better.”
My hand was on the newspaper in
my pocket, but 1 did not show it to
Mow Chee. I would reserve it for the
encyclopaedic Yup Sing, whose ad
dress, as written on the card which
my classmate furnished me, was on
Mott street, a few doors from Pell.
New York’s Chinatown is a much
more familiar locality to the transient
visitor than to the average citizen. In
all the years of my residence in the
metropolis, of which I am a native, 1
had never before had either the occa
sion or the desire to dip into this most
foreign of all the city’s foreign sec
tions. To me, Chinatown was as a
far country. Vaguely I had an idea
of its location It lay, I knew, east of
Broadway and west of the Bowery;
but its latitude was not clearly de
fined.
My impulse was to hail a cab, give
the driver the number of the Mott
street establishment, and so, without
further individual effort, be whirled
away to my destination. But there are
no cab stands on lower Broadway;
and to walk to Broad street, where
the cabman lies all day in wait for the
prosperous stock broker and his af
fluent customer, required more time
than in my impatience I was willing
to grant. Therefore I boarded a Broad
way car and was drawn haltingly
northward, until, on reaching Canal
street, I alighted in sheer desperation
and turned eastward.
Here a letter carrier, of whom l in
quired, sped me straight to my goal—
a oouijje of blocks as I was going, a
turn to the right, a few blocks more,
and the bulk windows of the Yup Sing
Company would come into. view'.
i found the establishment easily
enough. But had it not been for the
name printed in big Roman lettering,
i should never have imagined it a
Chinese business house. There was
no display of goods In tile big win
dows, which were screened half way
up by light blue shades, giving the
front an appearance similar to that
of the average American wholesale
house.
Having passed inside, however,
there was no such illusion. All about
me were the characteristic products
of the Orient, from brilliant silken
embroideries, and exquisite gold and
silver and bronze work, to cheap cot
ton and linen fabrics, lacquer furni
ture, and straw slippers. And the at
mosphere was further enhanced by
the half-dozen or more Chinamen who
were lounging in the middle and far
distance, each with shaven crown and
coiled queue and each in the more or
less brilliantly colored native dress.
One of these, a comparatively dark
ly-attired young man with full, round
visage, came forward as 1 entered.
"Is Mr. Yup in?” I asked.
He was inclined, 1 saw, to hesita
tion and so i produced Mow’s card.
"Oh. yes,” he said, after studying it
for a moment. “Oh, yes. Mista' Yup!
He in.” With which he left me, and
taking the card with him disappeared
behind some draperies at the hack of
the big crowded store.,
Between the others, who regarded
me for a moment only with idle inter
est, there was, while I stood there, a
rapid exchange of observations in
their native tongue-, mingled with a
sort of high-pitched cackling which I
assumed to be laughter.
I had turned my back towards
them, but presently a shu'.iling of feet
along the floor informed me of the
approach of what 1 imagined was my
returning emissary. On w hirling about,
however, it was to face an elderly man
in purple silk garments aud a black
skull cap—a man of thin, almost ca
daverous yellow visage, whose upper
lip and chin were adorned with a
sparse growth of silky biue-black hair,
and upon the bridge of whose nose
rested a pair of gold-riinmed spec
tacles.
"You would see me, sir?” he asked,
and I noted that there was scarcely
the slightest indication of tne foreign
er in either pronunciation or accent.
"If you are Mr. Yup.” I smiled,
“you can, 1 fancy, from what Mr. Mow
I tells me, give me the information I
! am in search of."
He did not smile in return, out uu
thin face assumed an expression of be
nignity that was as much of an invita
tion to lay my problem before him as
were his words.
"Anyway I can serve a friend of
Mr. Mow,” he said, “will be a pleas
ure.”
But, as he spoke, the benign expres
sion passed. Once again that thin saf
fron-hued face, with its hollow cheeks,
and small deep-set eyes, had become
unfathomable.
At least two of his partners or
salesmen were within ear-shot, and I
turned a significant glance towards
them, as 1 said:
"The subject is a confidential one.
Mr. Yup. If 1 could speak to you—”
“In private?” he finished. "Certain
ly, sir. Will you kindly step this
way ?”
He led me to the rear of his store,
holding aside a curtain of heavy em
broidery, through which f passed into
a smaller room, furnished in carved
teak wood and ornamented with mag
nificent specimens of Chinese porce
lain and pottery. A little Chinese girl,
not over eight years old. and wearing
a blouse and wide breeches of a pale
cerulean silk, stood beside a table.
Before her were several small sheets
of rice paper on which she was mak
ing designs in water colors.
Ignoring the child, he indicated a
chair near the only window, screened,
like the windows in front, with a blue
shade. And when I had sat down, he
drew up a chair for himself opposite
me.
His manner, in spite of the benign
ity of a moment before, was not en
couraging, and for a little 1 was em
j barrassed as to just where to begin,
j At length, however, I said:
"I fear, Mr. Yup. that some of your
countrymen have recently made a ter
rible mistake.”
“A mistake?” he echoed, gravely.
“A mistake that I trust it is not too
late to repair. Briefly, they have kid
napped a gentleman of fortune and in
fluence, one of my dearest friends, in
a manner most mysterious, after first
subjecting him to the annoyance of a
series of anonymous letters and a suc
cession of singular, nerve-torturing
acts of trespass.”
Mr. Y'up glanced at Mow Chee’s
card, which he still held.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
About the Tipping Game
Drummer’s Record Showing How He
Was Always the Loser In the
Proceedings.
“Arrived at Mansion house 6:45
o’clock. House full. Drew back
room over kitchen. Only one chair
and one window. Bum bed. Bellhop
moved chair twice, opened, then
closed window as hint for tip. Next
asked if I wanted anything else. Felt
like kicking him out of the window,
but gave him a dime. He didn't even
say thank you," runs comment in the
Commeicial Travelers’ Magazine.
"Washed and went down to office.
'Nother bellhop jumped for me with
whisk broom. Chased me clear across
office. Gave up a nickel. Hiked for
hotel cafe. Supper slip, 95 cents. Got
two halves and nickel back from $2
bill. Left half and cussed myself for
it. Hat rack boy outside brushed hat.
Got nickel.
“Got shaved next. Barber glared
at me; tipped him a dime. Brush boy
grabbed my hat. Brushed it some
more. Nickel again. Wrote orders
and wifey. Got chased with whisk
broom hornet again. Stung for
'nother nick. Played pool two hours.
Pool keeper kept glaring till I tipped
him. ‘Nother sting. Back to the of
fice. Fresh whisk broom hornet got
after me. Give up 'nother nick.
"Went to bed. Got woke up 5:00
a. m. by rattle of garbage cans. Rang
for hot water, boy who brought It
asked twice If that was all I wanted.
Got mad and told him no. I wanted
to see him get kicked down seven
flights of stairs, then up again, to cure
his tlpworker. Breakfast bill Just 75
cents. Got quarter back only from
dollar. Left It for tip. Paid bill $2.50.
"When hack for depot came three
bellhops grabbed my things. One got
grip, one sample case and third my
coat. ’Nother chased me out with
whisk broom. Was so mad bv now
didn't tip any of 'em. Heard ’em mut
ter 'tightwad' and 'darn skin' when
I shut back the door myself. Footed
up amount of tips for that one Inning
on way to depot. Just $1.60! Darn
this tip game, anyhow!”
Rubbing the Other Way.
At the tender age of three mascu
line conceit had gripped that small
boy with a relentles clutch. He had
kissed a little girl of three, and she
was rubbing her lips vigorously.
“You mustn’t do that again," said
the boy’s mother. “She doesn't like
it. Just see how hard she is trying to
rub vour kiss off."
“Oh. no, she ain’t.” said the boy
"She is rubbln’ it in.”
Advancement in China.
Pekin, the only capital in the world
without a street car system, soon is
to have an electric lin^
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les, i mean what 1 say. It pre
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discharges in the bronchial tubes if Pe
runa was taken at the beginning of a cold,
therefore there would be no cough. Don’t
you catch the point?
After the cough begins Peruna will
stop it just as quickly as it ought to
be stopped. To stop a cough before all
of the expectoration has been removed is
to do great injury. After the expectora
tion has been properly removed the cough
will stop itself. That is the only proper
way to stop a cough.
Occasionally a cough depends upon an
irritable condition of the larynx or bron
chial tubes, in which there is little or no
expectoration.
The problem of stopping such a cough
is a slightly different one. Even in those
cases Peruna ought to be taken, but some
times it is necssary that local treatment
be added.
But in any ease Peruna is needed. You
do not have to stop to write me. Get
Peruna at once and commence taking it.
You can get rid of that cough sooner I
believe than in any other way.
Should you wish to consult me at any
time while you are taking Peruna you are
at perfect liberty to write me. Your let
ters will be held strictly confidential and
you will receive prompt answer.
I want to stop that cough of yours.
I want to stop it before it really begins.
I want to stop it before it has a chance
to injure your lungs, an injury that you
may not recover from during your whole
life. Yes, I do. You do your part. I
will do mine. Xo. 5f.
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Cora was fond of all-inclusive pray
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No Doubt.
"Say, Billy," called the junior clerk
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" 'C-i-t.' ”
“I know about the front end of it,
but is it 'z-u-n or s-u-n?'"
Nebraska Directory
Byers Brothers & Co.
Livestock Commission
SOUTH OMAHA
MURPHY DIO IT
Auto and Wagon
Truck Builders. Ke
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business. Andrew Murpny & Son, Omaha
Consign your HORSES & MULES to
WALKER & BLAf^S
Union Stock Yards, S. Omaha, Neb.
Phone South 679. Auction Sales Every Momfay.
COTTON SEED PRODUCTS
We sell all feeil used by the feeders.in ear and tun
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FEEDERS SUPPLY COMPANY
Live Stock Exchange Bldg. South Omaha
FOR HIGHEST PRICES SHIP TO
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COM M IS^ION MERCHANTS
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Try Us—It Will Pay You
Consign roar stock to us for good prices, good fills
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N. E. ACKER & CO.,
Live Stock Commission
loo'll 1 • 3-T12 Exchange Bldg.. Stock Yds. Station. S.Omat'a. Neb.
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amount transmitted foreign between
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