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SYNOPSIS.
Robert Cameron, capitalist, consults
Philip Clyde, newspaper publisher, re
garding anonymous threatening letters he
baa received. The first 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- j
ter is in the room. Clyde has a theory
*hat the portrait was mutilated while the
room was unoccupied and the head later
removed by means of a string, unnoticed
by Cameron. Evelyn Grayson. Cameron’s
niece, with whom Clvdo i° in love, finds
the head of Cameron’s portrait nailed to
a tree, where it was had heeit used as a
target. Clyde pledges Evelyn to secrecy.
Clyde learns that a Chinese boy employed
bv Phiiatus Murphy, an artist living
nearby, had borrowed a rifle from Cam
erons’ iodgekeepr. Clyde makes an ex
rti.se to call on Murphy and is repulsed
He pretends to be investigating alleged
infractions of the game laws and speaks
of finding the bowl of an opium pipe un
der the tree where Cameron’s portrait
was found. The Chinese bov is found
dead next morning. While visiting Cam
eron In his dressing room a Nell Gwynne
mirror is mysteriously shattered. Cameron
becomes seriously 111 as a result of the
sh irk. 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 tells Evelyn everything and
plans to take Cameron on a yacht trlp^
The yacht picks up a fisherman found
drifting helplessly in a boat. He gives
the name of Johnson Cameron disap
pears from vacht 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 bring closely questioned.
Kvelyn takes the letters to an expert in
Chinese literature, who pronounces them
of Chinese origin. Clyde seeks assistance
from a Chinese fellow college student,
who recommends him to Yip Sing, most
prominent Chinaman in New York. The
latter promises to seek information of
Cameron amonc his countrymen. Amona
«’amoron's letters Is found one from one
Addison, who speaks of seeing Cameron
In Pekin. Cameron had frequently de
,-lareo to Clyde that he had never been In
China. Clyde calls on Or. Addison,
CHAPTER XIII.—Continued.
"This isn't anything likq beriberi.
Is it, doctor?” T began. My ideas cf
the disease I mentioned were of the
haziest character. I knew, however,
that it was common in the Orient, and
thither I would lead him.
“Oh, no. Mr. Clyde.” he answered,
suavely enough, now. "Beri-beri is
merely the eastern name for multiple ,
neuritis. You haven t a neuritis or |
you would know it. I saw a great deal
of beri-beri in China and on the Malay
peninsula.” J
"Do I remember to have heard Cam
eron say he contracted it in the east?
I asked, plunging for a connection.
"I don’t recall that Cameron ever
had it,” was his response. And then
his brow grew thoughtful. “Are you
sure he told you that he had, and that
he was attacked while in—in Asia?”
I noted his hesitation over fixing the
place, and wondered. At all events I
had arrested his interest. Purposely
I adopted a tone of uncertainty.
“N-u-no. I can't say definitely. But
I had an impression that—" And there
1 paused. When I continued it was
with the direct question: "Do you hap
pen to know, doctor, whether Cameron
was ever in Peking? It seems to me
It was—”
”1 do know that he was in Peking,”
he interrupted, almost savagely. He
was in Peking, in September, 1903. To
be exact, he was there on the four
teenth day of that month. I have rea
son to know it—a particular reason
to know it."
After all. how easily the information
I craved had come to me! And yet
•1 would have been glad to hear the
contrary; for Cameron had assured
me, in all solemnity, that he had never
been in China, and it jarred upon my
conception of the man’s character to
discover that he had tried to deceive
me. 1 could only conclude that his
purpose was praiseworthy. But Dr.
Addison had not finished.
“Tell me!” he was demanding, ea
gerly. "Tell me! 1 have excuse for
asking. Has he ever admitted to you
that he was there?"
l
"Now I come to think of it,” I re
turned, “he hasn't. But I had the in
formation from some one, I am pretty
sure.”
With an effort the physician com
manded himself. When he spoke again
he was comparatively composed.
“Mr. Clyde,” he said apologetically,
"I am not given to discussing personal
matters with my patients, but the fact
that you and Cameron are friends,
and the fact that this subject has
come up, make it almost imperative,
1 suppose, that I should explain brief
ly the feeling I have just exhibited.
Five years ago Rob Cameron and I
■were about as near counterparts of
Damon and Pythias as ever existed.
While Cameron was in Europe, 1 had
an opportunity to go around the world
with a patient. We dawdled a good
deal, and, you understand how uncer
tain correspond* nee is under those
circumstances. 1 never knew just
where 1 should be at any given time
Consequently, a number of letters
were missed by both of us. I was still
thinking of Cameron as in England or
on the European continent, when lo
and behold, 1 saw him one morning,
hurrying along the principal street of
the inner city of Peking. I don’t
know whether you have ever been
there or not, but if you have, you
know what that thoroughfare is. It
was all bustle and activity that day,
end about as crowded as Broadway at
the noon hour, but with much more
picturesque and contrasting currents
of individuals and vehicles. I was
in a carriage, myself, and Cameron
was afoot, walking in the opposite
direction. As we passed each other,
he did not seem to see me, though I
called to him loudly. This, however,
did not surprise me, for there was an
ungodly racket in progress. Instantly.
I had the carriage turned ahout, but
before I could overtake him, he was
lost in the crowd. I was leaving Pe
king that afternoon, and so had no
chance to look him up. I wrote him
afterwards and told him of the inci
dent, and how I regretted having to
£0 a» »v without exchanging at least^
a word with him. To my amazement
he not only denied having been in
Peking, but in the Chinese empire at
all. When we met in London, the fol
lowing spring, and I recalled the mat
ter, asking why he had refused to
admit what I knew to be the truth,
he became icily indignant; and that
was the beginning of the end. If I
had conceded the possibility of mis
take on my part, all might have been
well, I suppose; but there was no such
possibility. I had known Cameron for
twenty-odd years, and I could not have
made an error. I had seen him dis
tinctly, clearly, at midday in the open.
It was he beyond all peradventure,
and from that time to this I have been
unable to conceive why he lied to me.
and why he chose to end our friend
ship rather than admit what was in
dubitable fact.”
His explanation finished, he reached
for a pen, and, as he dipped it in the I
ink, he added:
“I trust you will pardon me, Mr.
Clyde. 1 have detained you.”
“You have interested me," I assured
him. "And that more than I can tell
you.” Which was quite true; yet I
was even more perplexed than inter
ested. To the maze of circumstances
there was now added another baffling
feature.
Dr. Addison handed me the prescrip
tion he had written.
“After meals, and at bedtime,” he
directed, with a return to his profes
sional manner. “If you do not find
yourself much better at the end of
a week, come in again."
On the sidewalk I tore the little
square of paper into bits which the
wind carried in a tiny flurry across
Madison avenue.
CHAPTER XIV.
The Dark of Doyers Street.
At one o'clock that day, Evelyn i
Grayson joined me at luncheon at '
Sherrv's. She had been in no mood !
to wait any longer than was absolutely j
necessary for tidings of my visit to
Dr. Addison; and, moreover, she had
news of her own which she was j
anxious to convey to me.
1 have often wondered why It is j
that the 1-told-you-so passion is inher- j
ent in all women. There are those
who manage to control it with ad- i
mirable success under average circum
stances. but soooner or later, even the
most courageous battlers against this
maternal heritage succumb, and in- i
dulge in a sort of disguised orgy of j
reproach.
Evelyn might have told me. for in- j
stance, that Captain MacLeod, after
careful investigation, had been unable
to discover either hair or hide of Pe- I
ter Johnson in Gloucester or else- ;
where, and stopped there. That is
what a man would have done. But,
altogether admirable though she was,
the eternal feminine was strong with
in her. Therefore It was incumbent (
upon her to add;
“It doesn’t surprise me, Philip.
When you told me how you picked
that man up, I was confident that he
was floating out there in your path
just for that very purpose.”
I had no inclination to dispute the
point with her. That was the most
painful part of it. I knew that she
was right—that in putting Peter John
son ashore, instead of in irons, I had
committed an ert-or that might prove
irremediable. But why couldn’t she
see that I realized it, and was smart
ing under my own condemnation, and
so have spared me this added torture
of hers? Why? Because she was her
mother’s daughter. That is the only
answer.
As for my Interview with “Pythias" :
Addison, we discussed it in all its j
phases, without reaching anything
like a definite conclusion. Taking ev- 1
erything into consideration the evi- j
dence certainly seemed convincing
that Cameron, in spite of his denials,
had been in China in 1903. And yet
we could not reconcile this with that
almost fanatical love of truth which
we knew to be his.
“Couldn't Dr. Addison have been
mistaken?” Evelyn asked.
“It is possible, of course," I an
swered. “Yet Cameron's face and fig
ure are not of a common type. Be
sides, I don't believe in doubles. I
have heard of so-called wonderful like
nesses, but I have never seen any that
would deceive a friend of twenty
years’ standing.”
A little later she Inquired whether
the detective engaged to shadow Phi
letus Murphy had furnished a report.
“Yes,” 1 told her, “it came in my
morning's mail. Murphy is still at
Cos Cob. He didn’t leave his bunga
low all day yesterday, and he had i
no callers.”
“I’m crazy to know what you learn
tonight from Yup Sing.” she went on.
eagerly. "Oh, how I do hope it will
give us some hint! It seems terrible
to think of Uncle Robert in the hands
of those unconscionable Chinamen.
And, Philip, don’t you think you had
better take some one with you? I
suppose Mr. Yup is to be trusted, but
at the same time, you must remember
you are going into the enemy's camp,
and you should be careful.”
But I laughed at the notion of tak
ing a body-guard.
“I’m to meet him at nine o'clock,” I
told her, “in a public restaurant. Be
sides, there’ll be a crowd of those
‘Seeing New York’ people down there
about that time, and Chinatown will
be on its best behavior. So never fear,
little girl. Do you want me to tele
phone you when I get uptown? You
know I’m going to stop tonight at ay
rooms in the Loyalton.”
“Of course I want you to telephone
me,” she returned, emphatically. “It
shouldn’t take you very long to hear
what Mr Yup has to tell, should It?
I shall be expecting you to call me up
between ten and half-past, or by elev
en at the latest; so don't dare to go
for supper first.”
“As If I could think of supper,” I
said, looking at her in a way I had,
“when I might i>e hearing your
voice!”
Could I have foreseen what the
night was to bring forth I certainly
should have discouraged her waiting
for my message. Hut the power of pre
vision is given to few of us, and of
those few I am not one.
Assuredly I had no misgivings as,
after dining at the University club
that evening, I stepped into an elec
tric hansom and gave the driver the
address of the Doyers street restau
rant. Whatever it may have been in
the past, I believed the Chinatown of
the present to be, outwardly at least, a
reasonably law'-abiding section of the
borough of Manhattan. And was not
I that night the guest of one of its
most honored citizens? What, there
fore, had I to fear?
On the contrary, as we turned from
the Bowery into that little semicircu
lar thoroughfare which is perhaps the
most characteristic of Chinatown’s
three principal streets, I was pleas
antly interested. This was quite a
different place from that which I had
visited the afternoon before. Then, a
sort of brooding quiet reigned over
what was so ordinary as to be scarce
ly distinctive; for that part of Mott
street on which the Yup Sing estab
lishment is located, I have since learn
ed, is merely one of the gates of the
real Chinatown, of which Doyers
street is the heart and center—and
which awakens only after nightfall.
Now the place was alive and alight.
Narrow roadway and still narrower
sidewalks were thronged with a com
bination of denizens and sightseers.
Shop fronts and upper windows glow
ed with varying degrees of brightness.
From the Chinese theater on the left
came a bedlam of inharmonious
sounds: the brazen crash of cymbals,
the squeaking of raucous stringed in
struments. the resounding clangor of a
gong. Voices high-pitched and voices
guttural, mingled with hoarse and
strident laughter, echoed from wall to
wall of the street’s encroaching
squalid buildings.
Before the least unpretentious of al!
these structures, my hansom stopped,
and as I stepped to the curb I got a
glimpse of its banner and lantern
strung balcony, giving to the street
a touch of color that helped to lift it
into an atmosphere which, if not
Oriental, was at least vividly un-Amer
ican.
Finding now that I had anticipated
my appointment by something like ten
minutes I chose to watch further the
kaleidoscopic scene without, rather
than pass the time waiting at a table
within; and to this end took up a posi
tion of vantage on the restaurant’s
low step.
Whether I am more or less keenly
observant than the average man I do '
not know. Probably any one as fas
cinated by the general scene as was I, 1
would have noted as closely its indi- !
vidual elements. I am not sure. But
the truth is that in a very few mo
ments 1 had acquired a mental photo
graph of the opposite side of the
street, in so far as it came within my
direct vision. In other words every j
detail of the background of the mov- !
ing picture before me was indelibly j
printed upon my mind's retina. There
was the playhouse, with its plain, rec
tangular doorway, unadorned, save by
a quartet/e of rude signs; two above,
slanting jutward. and one on either
Bide, all announcing “Chinese Thea
ter,” and one giving the current at
traction in Chinese characters, with
the added notice. "Seats reserved for
Americans.” To the left of this was
a quick lunch restaurant, with white
painted bulk window, beneath which
a pair of cellar doors spread invitingly,
one of them resting against a conven
tional American milk can. On the
theater’s right was a laundry, dim and
evil-looking, two pipe-smoking celes
tials decorating its low step. And be
yond this was tile wide opening to a
basement, above which, in white
Homan lettering on a black ground, 1
read the legend: “Hip Sing Tong.”
Again and again my gaze persisted
in returning to this sign and the dim
ly lighted cavern beneath it. The
place held for me the inexpressible,
unfathomable charm of the mysteri
ous, beside which the heathenish
racket of the theater across the way,
the sinister aspect of the dismal laun
dry and its pair of pipe-smoking guar
dians, even the constantly changing
procession of varied types in roadway
and on sidewalks, exerted but meager
allure. \
From time to time dark, silent fig
ures glided vaguely into view only to
disappear within this maw of mystery.
Once, while I watched, I had seen a
figure issue forth to be lost again in
stantly in the distant gloom of the
curving street. Now, reverting once
more to this magnet, after a moment’s
truancy, my eyes were rewarded by
sight of another slowly emerging
form, silhouetted nebulously against
the dusk.
At the head of the steps it paused,
uncertainly, and then, instead of glid
ing swiftly away in the direction of
Pell street as did the other, it turned
in my direction, passing almost at
onoe into the comparatively glowing
radius of the street lamp opposite.
I saw then that It was a man, thin
to emaciation, round-shouldered, and
crooked limbed. Whether some one
Jostled him, or a voice from the road
way startled him, I don’t know. But
for some reason he turned his head
suddenly, and the light from the lamp
fell full upon a face, stubble-bearded,
deep-lined, and repellent, the face not
of a Chinaman but of a white man;
a face into which I had looked but
twice, and then but for a brief mo
ment; yet a face as indelibly fixed in
my memory as were the grim fronts
of the buildings new behind it—the
face of Peter Johnson, the pretended
castaway.
I think I must have had it in mind
to pick him up bodily and carry him
away with me that I might by inquisi
torial torture wring from him a con
fession. Otherwise I should have
adopted a less eager and more subtle
method of bringing the miscreant to
book than that which 1 rashlv at
tempted. Ilefore I considered the sit
uation I was across the street and at !
his heels. My finger tips, indeed,
were at his shoulder. In the fraction
of a second I should have had him
gripped and have beeu hustling him
through the crowd as my prisoner.
But at the instant of seeming success,
he eluded me. In some strange way
he caught alarm and, shrinking be
neath my hand, darted sinuously off.
between this pedestrian and that, with
the flashing speed of a lizard.
But, though he escaped my clutch,
my eyes were more nimble. With
them I followed him until 1 saw him
drop between the cellar doors which
gaped beneath the white bulk window
of the quick lunch room. And where
my eyes went, I went after. Another
brief moment and, without thought or
heed, I was plunging in pursuit down
that short, steep flight of steps—plung
ing from a lighted, peopled, noisy pub
lic street into the collied gloom and
grim silence of a low underground
basement.
And, as misfortune would have it, I
must needs catch n>y heel on the edge
of one of the treads, and go sprawling
on my hands and knees: while a
poignant pain shooting cruelly
through my ankle told me that a
sprain was added to my mishap.
For a minute I lay as I had fallen,
prone and motionless; and in that
space I realized the foolhardiness of
my whole course of action. My very
Intrepidity had contributed to disaster.
Instead of accomplishing a capture I
had cast myself, disabled, Into the
mesh of the enemy.
The inky darkness and profound si
lence of the place augmented, of
course, my apprehension. In vain I
strained my eyes to distinguish an ob
ject, my ears to detect a sound, yet I
knew that the uncanny creature I had
followed must be close to me; lurking,
possibly, with raised or pointed
weapon to mete out my fate once he
made sure of my position.
The minute—it could hardly have
been more, though, as I think of it, it
seemed infinitely prolonged—ended in
a sound above and behind me. Very
softly, carefully, some one was closing
the cellar doors. Stealthily muffled
though it was, the faint creaking of
the hinges shattered the spell which
held me, and in spite of mv tortured
ankle, I managed to gain my feet. But
by now the silence reigned once again
and in the engulfing blackness I lost
all sense of direction.
The suspense of the moment was
unendurable. To stand there waiting,
not knowing when or from what quar
ter I should be set upon, was nervous
torment so hideous that in sheer des
peration I plucked my match box from
my pocket, drew forth a match and
struck it to a blaze. As it flared forth.
Centenary of the Trouser
It Was Napoleon’s Victorious Legions
Who Brought That Garment
Into Fashion.
As nearly as can be ascertained It j
Is a hundred years since Napoleon
Bonaparte's soldiers introduced the
old-sew style of leg wear which speed
ily secured recognition as the distinc
tively masculine garment of civilians
throughout two continents.
In 1S14—the year before Waterloo
_It was related as a current news
item of some importance that the
great duke of Wellington had been re
fused admittance to Alme.ck’s in Lon
don, because he presented himself
wearing trousers instead of the con
S ventional breeches which the dress
1 regulations then in vogue demanded.
As a matter of historical fact trous
ers have been worn by various races
and by both sexes in all the ages of
: which any authentic records exist.
| Generally speaking, trousers were re
; garded in ancient times as symbolical
of inferiority or effeminacy. In the
triumphal processions of the Caesars,
for example, prisoners of war wore
them as a sign of defeat, while the
sturdy legs of Roman’s victorious le
gions were bare below the bottom of
the skirted or kilted coat of mail.
For the last hundred years or there
about trousers have been widely rec
ognized as the garments of authority,
the outward and visible sign of the
stronger sex, says the American Tail
or and Cutter. But that position has
not been won or maintained without a
struggle. Many attempts have been
made to trample down the tyranny of
trousers, as their rule has been called;
many times has their superiority been
challenged. But so far their position
remains secure.
Woman Bank President.
Mrs. Elizabeth Davidson has the dis
tinction of being the only woman bank
president in the state of Maine and
the fourth in this country. The bank
was founded 19 years ago and for 12
years continued under the same man
agement and in the same small rented
room. The first president dying, the
directors elected Mrs. Davidson tc
take his place. I\. vB« such a small
matter that they were willing to trust
it to a woman. Mrs. Davidson went
into the business with such vim that
the deposits increased from hundreds
to thousands and tens of thousands
From one rented room the bank quar
ters increased steadily, and a short
time ago It was moved into a fine new
building erected for it. Mrs. Davidson
attends every meeting of the directors
and keeps in close touch with every
detail of the business.
Truth About Proud Man.
"When p. woman gets frightened at
night she just pulls the bed clothes
over her head, says she is terrified
out of her wits, and goes to sleep."
says one who knows, "but with a man
it is different. He says he is not
afraid, pushes the clothes down and
lies trembling awake for two or three
hours, straining his ears at every
sound.”
Not Again.
Hias (who has been punished sev
eral times for malicious mischief,
reading on the fire-alarm box. "Break
the glass!") —"No. no! You can't foo
me!”—Fiiegende Blaetter (Munich'
routing the shadows In disorderly, 11
but temporary, retreat, I made quick
searching survey of my dungeon. To
my amazement I was apparently quite
alone.
Relieved, in a measure at least, I
employed another match and still an
other, hobbling painfully about the
grimy, low-ceiled basement, in diligent
inspection. My first thought was that
Johnson was in hiding, and having lo
cated me by my own lighted matches,
waited now only an opportunity tc
throw himself upon me from behind
But I very sofcn discovered that he
had fled. Evidently he had retraced
his steps up the rude ladder to the
street, closing the doors after him tc
check my further pursuit.
The place into which 1 had followed
him was evidently a Chinese candj
manufactory and cake bakery. To the
right of the entrance were rows ol
shelves containing jars of what I
recognized as sweetmeats peculiar tc
the celestial. In a large bowl on a
rough table or counter was the granu
lated flour with which these confec
tions are invariably powdered; and
here, too, were boxes of round, jumbie
like cakes. I saw now that the space
upon which 1 had fallen was so re
stricted that l wondered how it was
possible for my quarry to have reach
ed the steps and reascended without
touching me or at least acquainting
me with his movement. And I mar
veled. too, that twisting my ankle as I
did, 1 had not plunged at a slant and
struck my head upon one or anothei
of the crowding tables and boxes witb
which the cramped basement was fur
nished.
My third match disclosed a narrow
door in the broad partition at the rear
and fancying that perhaps the elusive
Peter Johnson had escaped by that
means while I was getting to my feet,
1 lost no time in seeking to investigate
what was beyond. I was somewhat sur
prised to find the door unfastened
Once open, it revealed a smaller anti
more crowded room, warm and fetid
into which were packed no less that
half a dozen barrels of raw and cook
ed peanuts, arranged about a low
stove on which a peanut-filled caul
dron was slowly steaming.
Curiously interesting as all this
would have been under ordinary cir
cumstances, I experienced only a sur
prised relief, for with my injured an
kle I was in no fettle to cope with
even the weakest adversary. Indeed
now that this easement was afforded
me. my sprain suddenly asserted itself
with renewed exacerbation, sharp
twinges of pain shooting to my knee
and demanding instant relief.
In front of the low' stove I had no
ticed a stool, and for this I groped
with the eagerness of the drowning 1
man after a straw. To my joy I laid j
hands upon it, and drawing it nearet |
sank down with a sigh of gratificatior
comparable only to that with which a
Marathon victor drops to earth after j
a hotly-contested race.
Gradually, now that my weight was
removed, the pain lessened, and ?
sense of comfort ensued. Content j
ment enfolded me, which, if I thought
of it at all. 1 attributed. I suppose, tc
the reaction from the agony which 1
had just been suffering. I remember
thinking that I would rest a few min
utes and then take my departure as 11
had entered, for I realized that cellar
doors are fasteneil only from within
and that there could, therefore, be nc
impediment to my going when I chose
I distinctly recall that I was con
scious of a certain strange incongruity
of situation, but could hardly compre
hend in just what the incongruity con
sisted. 1 knew only that I felt picas
anlly warm and drowsy; and mj
sprained ankle had ceased altogether
to pain or annoy.
And then, I was sailing in an oper
boat in midoceau, and Peter Johnson
in oilskins, sat at the helm, with a
saturnine leer on his face, and tugged
at brief intervals, always longer and
stronger, upon what seemed to he the
sheet, which had become wrapped
around my throat and chest and which
by degrees, was crushing my windpipe
and lungs, so that my breath catn«
only in sharp, shuddering, aching
gasps.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Spring Clipping of Horses.
The modern practice among the best
posted and most progressive horse owners
and farmers is to clip all horses in the
spring. It is done on the theory that in
their natural state horses were not obliged
to work, so could shed the winter coat in
comfort over a period of several weeks.
Since we oblige them to do hard work on
warm spring days, the winter coat should
be removed for the same reason that we
lay off our heavy winter garments. Clipped
horses dry off rapidly, hence they do not
take cold as easily nor are they as prone
to be affected with other ailments as un
dipped animals whose longer hair holds
the perspiration for hours. Because clipped
horses dry off rapidly they rest better, get
more good from their food and come out
in the morning refreshed and fit for work.
Since the advent of the ball bearing en
closed gear clipping machine, the work of
taking off the winter coat is easy. AVith
the machine a horse can be clipped all o\er
in half an hour, whereas with the old two
hand clipper it required several hours to
do it.
Dairymen also now dip the cows all
over two or three times a year. The flanks
and udders are dipped every three or four
weeks, so it is easy to dean the parts be
fore milking. This means less opportunity
for dirt and other impurities to get into
the milk.
The best of men are sometimes
worsted—and that’s no yarn.
Mrs. Winslow’s Soothing Syrup for Children
teething, softens the gums, reduces inflamma
tion, allays pain,cures wind colic,25c a bottleJWv
Many a slow man develops into a
sprinter when he has a chance to run
into debt.
Dr.Pierce’s Pleasant Pellets re^ulntenndInvig
orate stomach, liver ami bowels, Sugar-coated,
tiny granules, easy to take as candy. Adv.
His Favorite Paper.
“What is your favorite illustrated
paper?" asked the Cheerful Idiot.
“The ten dollar bill,” replied the
Boob.
Disagreeable.
“He is the most disagreeable man I
know!”
“Ves, he told me he had to ask you
three times for five dollars you had
borrowed."
Menu Revision.
“How is it there's roast hare on the
menu again today?"
Waitress—Well, it ate the canary
yesterday.
Important to Mothers
Examine carefully every bottle of
OASTOItlA, a safe and sure remedy for
Infants and children, and see that it
Bears the
Signature of
In Use For Over 3(fYears
/j -
Children Cry for Fletcher’s Castoria
Bright Work.
“I have here a handy article that
sells for 10 cents," began the caller.
"Don't want it,” snapped the woman.
“I didn't think you would buy it,”
said the caller as he turned to go.
“The lady across the street told me
your husband never gave you any
money.”
"She did, eh?" exploded the woman.
“Give me five of those things you are
selling. My husband gives me more
money in a day than that old cat gets
in a month.”—Exchange.
Record Breaker.
“I hope you like your work, my lad,”
said the benignant elderly person to
an errand boy as they waited to cross
a street. "Men who take pride in
their work are the men who suc
ceed.”
“Oh, I’m a record-breaker, the man
ager says.”
"That's the way for a boy to talk.
Tell me how you do better than other
boys.”
‘T take longer to carry a message
than any of them.”
Solvent
A certain man found himself in the
possession of $11,000,000. But he did
not lose his head. On the contrary.
"I will pay only so much for a car,”
he firmly declared, ‘‘as will leave of
the $11,000,000 a sum sufficient, if
prudently invested in the funds, to de
fray the cost of having the thing
around."
And though in that resolution he
paid so little for a car that his wife
would scarcely speak to him. his
sense of financial solvency was his
ample reward.—Puck.
CLEAR HEADED
Head Bookkeeper Must Be Reliable.
The chief bookkeeper in a large
business house in one of our great
Western cities speaks of the harm
coffee did for him. (Tea is just as
injurious because it contains caffeine,
the same drug found in coffee.)
‘‘My wife and I drank ohr first cup
of Postum a little over two years ago
and we have used it ever since, to the
entire exclusion of tea and coffee. It
happened in this way:
“About three and a half years ago
I had an attack of pneumonia, which
left a memento in the shape of dys
pepsia, or rather, to speak more cor
rectly, neuralgia of the stomach. My
‘cup of cheer’ had always been coffee
or tea, but I became convinced, after
a time, that they aggravated my stom
ach trouble. I -happened to mention
the matter to my grocer one day and
he suggested that I give Postum a
trial.
“Next day it came, but the cook
made the mistake of not boiling it suf
ficiently, and we did not like it much.
This was, however, soon remedied,
and now we like it so much that we
will never change back. Postum, be
ing a food beverage instead of a drug,
has been the means of banishing my
stomach trouble, I verily believe, for
I am a well man today and have used
no nedicine.
•‘^7 work as chief bookkeeper in
our Co.’s branch house here is of a
very confining nature. During my cof
fee-drinking days I was subject to
nervousness and ‘the blues’. These
have left me since I began using Post
urn. and I can conscientiously recom
mend it to those whose work confines
them to long hours of severe mental
exertion.” Name given by Postum
Co., Battle Creek, Mich.
"There’s a reason,” and it is ex
plained in the little book, "The Road
to Wellville,” in pkgs.
Ever read the above' letter? A new
one appears from time to time. They
are genuine, true, and full of human
interest. Adv.
I
TTrair
pwwims
Backache Rheumatism
Kidneys and Bladder
Contain* No Habit Forming Drug!
Nebraska Directory
Byers Brothers & Co.
Livestock Commission
SOUTH OMAHA
FOR HIGHEST PRICES SHIP TO
Wood Bros.
LIVE STOCK
COMMI^IQW MERCHANTS
South Omaha Chicago Sioux City So. St. Pad
Consign your HORSES & MULES to
WALKER & BLAIN
Union Stock Yards. S. Omaha, Neb.
Phone South 679. Auction Sales Every Monday.
MURPHY DID IT
Auto anti Wagon
Truck Builders. Ke
lt airing. Painting,
Trimming. Buggy Wheels repaired anti re
rubber tired. Write us for prices. 40 years in the
business. Andrew Murphy & Son, Omaha
COTTON SEED PRODUCTS
We sel l all feed ueed by the feeders,in car and Ton
lots. Our prices are right. We buy empty sack&
FEEDERS SUPPLY COMPANY
Live Stock Exchange Bldg. Suuth Omaha
Try Us—It Will Pay You
Consign your stock to us for good prices, good fllla
and prompt remittance. Write or wire us for any
desired information regarding the market. All com
munications answered promptly. We are working
lor your interest and appreciate your business.
N. E. ACKER & CO.,
Live Stock Commission
Joom 110-112 E:cha>ig9 Bidg., Stock Yds. Station, S Omaha, Del.
The“BELL” Sign
Is the symbol of state
wide and nation-broad
telephone service.
Bell Telephone
lines reach nearly everywhere.
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Is Clogged Up
That's Why You’re Tired—Out of Sorts
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Bearing
Turns easier clips Taster and closer and stays sharp
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Write for free new catalog of most modern line of
horse clipping and sheep shearing machines.
Get a Canadian Home
In Western Canada’s
Free Homestead Area
THE
PROVINCE
OF
Manitoba
has several New Home
steading Districts that
aford rare opportunity
m secure 160 acres of ex
cellent agricultural
land FKEE.
For Grain Growing
and Caitie Raising
this province has no superior and
in profitable agriculture shows an
unbroken period of over a Quarter
of a Century. H
Perfect climate: good markets*
railways convenient; soil the very
best, and social conditions most
desirable.
Vacant lands adjacent to Free
Pn°am^lea^S “Lay be purchased
and also in the older districts
ab“e prices.1’8 al reaso“
For farther particulars write to
W. V. BENNETT, *
Bee Building, Omaha, Neb.
Canadian Government'Airent**.
address Superlntendf8, °?
Immigration, Ottawa, Cwa!
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>ou by malt Twelve years as "
stenographer enables me to property TrVtn
my pupils Instruction based on actual .i
perlence. Harold Gibson. 1010 Pa!e* K C .Ma
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