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Copyright by The Century Co.
CHAPTER XVIII Continued.
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"Ah, yow young rascal !" crlotl Sam
uol. "Vow'ro tho follor that cat up
all my winter cnbbngeB."
At this uncanny reading of hla
mind Mr. Cottontail darted oft Into
tho woods ngaln to scok out hla mate
and Inform her that their guilt had
boon discovered.
Finally, Samuel camo to tho break
in tho woodland, nn open field of rye,
grcon as Rpringtlmo grass, and his
own exquisitely neat abodo beckon
ing across tho gray rail fonco to him.
How pretty ItloBsy'a geraniums
looked in tho elttliig-room windows!
Even at this distance, too, ho could
sco that Bho had not forgotten to wa
ter his pot abutllon and begonias. How
wolcomo In tho midst of this flurry of
snow how welcomo to his eyo wae
that snioko coming out of the chim
noyst All tho distress of his trip away
from homo scorned worth while now
for tho Joy of coming back.
Uoforo ho had taken down the fonco
rail and turned Into tho pr.th which led
to his back door, ho was straining his
oars for tho sound of Dlossy's voico
gossiping with Angy. Not hoarlng it,
he hurried tho faster.
The kitchen door was locked. Tho
koy was not under tho mat; it was not
In tho safe on tho porch, behind the
atono plcklo-pot Ho tried tho door
again, and then peorod in at the win
dow. Not even tho cat could bo discerned.
The kitchen waB set in ordor, the
breakfast dishes put away, and thero
was no sign of any baking or prepara
tions for dinner.
He knocked, knocked loudly. No
answor. He wont to a sldo door, to
the front entranco, and found tho
whole house locked, and no key to be
discovered. It was still early In tho
morning, earlier than "Bloesy would
have been llkoly to sot out upon an
errand or to spend the day; and then,
too, she was not one to risk her
hoalth in such chilly, damp wcathor,
with every sign of a heavy storm.
Samuel bocame alarmed. Ho callod
sharply, "Blossy!" No answer. "Mis'
Rose!" No answer. "Ezra!" And
Btlll no sou ad in reply.
His alarm increased. Ho wont to
tho barn; that was locked and Ezra
nowhoro in eight. Dy standing on tip
too, however, and peeping through a
crack in tho boards, ho found that his
horse and tho two-seated surroy wero
missing.
"Waal, I novor," grumbled Samuel,
conscious onco moroof all his physical
discomforts. "Tho fnlnuto my back's
turnod, they go n-galllvantln'. I bot
yor," he added after a moment's
thought, "I bet ycr It's that air Angy
Rose. She's got tor git an' gad every
second same oe Abo, an' my poor wife
has been drug nlong with her."
Thero was nothing loft for him to
do but seek rcfugo In his shop and
await tholr roturn. Liko nearly every
other bayman, ho had a one-room
shanty, which ho called tho "shop,"
and whoro ho played nt building boats,
and weaving nets, and making oars
and tongs.
This Btructuro etood to the north of
tho houso, and fortunately had an old,
discarded kitchen stovo In it. There,
if tho wunderers had not taken that
key also, ho could build a lire, and
stretch out beforo It on a bundle of
sail-cloth.
Ho gavo a start of surpriso, bow
ever, aB ho approached tho placo; for
surely that was smoke coming out of
tho chimney!
Ezra must have gono out with tho
horse, and BlosBy must be entertaining
Angy in some outlandish way de
manded by tho Idiosyncrasies of the
Roso temperament.
Samuel flung open tho door, and
strode in; but only to pauso on the
threshold, struck dumb. Blossy was
not there, Angy was not there, nor
anyone belonging to tho household.
Out sitting on that very bundlo of
canvas, stretching his lean hands over
the stove, with Samuol's cat on his
lap, was tho "Old Hobs" Abraham
Rose!
CHAPTER XIX.
Exchanging the; Olive-Branch.
The cat' Jumped off Abe's lap, run
ning to Samuel with a mew of recog
nition. Abo turned his bead, and
mado a startled ejaculation.
"Sam'l Darby," ho said stubbornly,
"ef yow'vo como tow drag mo back to
thnt air beach, yow'ro wastln' tlmo. I
won't go!"
Samuol closed the door and hung his
damp coat and cap over n suit of old
oilskins. Ho camo to tho tiro, taking
off his mittens and blowing on his lin
gers, tho suspicious and condemnatory
tall of his oye on Abraham.
"Haow'd yow git here?" ho burst
forth. "What yow bin an' done with
my wife, an' my horse, on' my man,
an my kerrldge? Haow'd yow git
hero? WhU'd yow come for? When'd
yow git hero 7"
"What'd yew como fcr?" retorted
Abo with some Bplrlt "Haow'd yew
git horo?",
"Nono o' yor durn' business."
A glimmer of tho old twinkle came
hack Into Abo's eye, and ho began to
chuchlo.
"I guess wo might as waal toll tho
truth, Sam'l. Wo both tried to bo bo
nil-fired young yesterday that wo got
played out, nn' concluded unanormous
that tho best place fcr a A No. 1 spreo
wan ter hum."
SnmucI gavo a weak smile, nnd
drawing up a stool took the cat upon
his kneo.
"Yes," ho confcBflcd grudgingly, "I
found out for ono that I hain't no
spring lamb."
"Nor mo, nuthor," Abo's old lips
trembled. "I had eyester-stow an'
drunk coffee In tho mlddlo o' tho night;
then tho four-o'clock patrol wakes mo
up ag'ln. 'Hero, ho a sport,' they says,
an sticks a pleco o' hot mince plo un
dor my noso. Thon I was bo oneasy 1
couldn't sleep. Daybreak I got up,
nn went fer a walk tqr limber up my
holt, nn' I sortor wandored over tor the
bay sldo, an' not a mllo out 1 eoo tow
mon with ono o' them big llBhln'scoot
ers a-haulln' in tholr net. An' I walked
n ways out on tho Ice, u-slgnalln' with
my bandana han'kerchor; an' arter a
time they seen me. T was Cap'n Ely
from Injun Head an' his hoy. Haow
thoni young 'uns dew grow! Las' tlmo
I see that kid, he wa'n't knoo-hlgh tew
a grasshopper.
"Waal, I says tew 'em, I says:
'Want ter drop a passenger nt Twin
Covob' 'Yes, yes,' thoy says. 'Jump
In.' An' bo, Sam'l, I gradooated from
yor school o hardenln' on top a ton o'
squlrmln' fish, more or loss. I thought
I'd como an' git Angy," ho ended with
n Blgh, "an' yor hired man'd drive us
back tor Shorevllle; but thar wa'n't
nobody hum but a mewln' cat, an tho
only placo I could gtt Inter was this
horo shop. Wondor whar tho gals has
gono?"
No mention of the alarm that he
must by this time have causod at the
station. No consciousness of having
committed any breach against tho laws
of hospitality. Out there was that In
tho old man's face, In his worn and
wistful look, which curbed Samuel's
tongue and made him understand that
as a little child misses his mother so
Abe had missed Angy, and as a little
homesick child comes running back to
tho placo he knows best so Abe was
hastening back to tho shelter he bad
scorned.
So, with an effort, Samuel held his
poaco, merely resolving that as soon
as ho could get to a telepnone ne
would Inform their late hosts of Abe's
safety.
Thore was no direct way of tele
phoning; but a message could be sent
to the Quogue station, and from there
forwarded to Bleak Hill.
"I've had my lesson," said Abe. "The
placo fcr old folks Is with old folks."
"Hut" Samuol recovered his au
thoritative manner "the place fer an
old man ain't with old hens. Naow,
Abe, ef yow think yow kin behave yor
solf an' not climb tho flagpole or Jump
over the roof, I want yer to Btay right
hero, yow an' Angy both, an' spend yer
wook out. Yes, yon," nB Abo would
havo thanked him. "I tako It," plung
ing his hand into his pocket, "yew nln't
stowed away nothln' since that mince
plo; but I can't offer yer nothln' to
cat till Blossy gits back an' opens up
tho houso, 'cept these hero pepp'mints.
They're lino; try 'em."
With one of thoso freakish turns of
the weather that takes the conceit out
of nil weather-prophets, the snow had
now ceased to fall, tho sun was strug
gling out of tho clouds, and tho wind
wns swinging around to the west.
Neither of tho old men could longer
fret about their wives being caught In
n heavy biiow; but. nevertheless, their
nnxlety concerning tho whereabouts
of tho women did not censo, and tho
homesickness which Abo felt for Angy,
and Samuol for mossy, rather In
creased than diminlsh6d aB ono sat on
tho roll of canvas and tho othar
crouched on IiIb stool, nnd both hugged
tho lire, and both felt very old, and
very lame, and very tired and soro.
Toward noontlmo they heard tho
welcomo sound of wheels, and on rush
ing to tho door saw Ezra driving alono
to the barn. Ho did not note tholr ap
pcaranco In the doorway of the shop;
but they tould see from tho look on
his faco that nothing had gono amiss.
Samuel heard tho shutting of the
kttchon door, and know that Blosey
waB at homo, and a strange shyness
submerged of a sudden his eagernoss
to bco her.
What would sho say to this unex
pected return? Would sho laugh at
him, or bo disappointed?
"Yow go fust," he urged Abo, "an
toll my wife that I'vo got tho chilblains
an' lumbago so bad I can't hardly git
tow tho house, an' I had ter como hum
for my 'St. Jorushy lie an' her recolpt
for frosted feet."
CHAPTER XX.
The Fatted Calf.
Abe had no such qualms as Samuel.
Ho wanted to seo Angy that minute,
nnd ho did not euro if sho did know
why ho had returned.
Ho fairly ran to tho back door un
der tho grnpo nrbor, bo that Samuel,
observing his gait, was aolzetl with a
fonr that ho might bo that young Abo
of tho Beach, during his visit, after
all.
Abraham rushed Into the kitchen
without stopping to knock. "I'm back,
mothor," ho cried, ne If that wero all
the Joyful explanation neodod.
She was struggling with tho strings
of her bonnet beforo tho looking-glass
which adorned BloBsy'e parlor-kitchen.
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Sho turned to him with a little cryj
and he saw that her faco had changetj
marvelously -grown young, growij
glad, grown soft nnd fresh with a now
excited spirit of Jubilant thanksgivings
"Oh, fntherl Wero n't yew s'prlsed
tow git tho telophono? I knowed
yow'd como a-flyln' back."
Illossy appoarod from tho room bo
yond, nnd slipped past them, knowing
intuitively whoro she would find her
lord and master; but neither of them
ohsorvod her entrance or her exit.
Angy clung to Abo, and Abo held
her close. What had hnppened to her,
tho undemonstrative old wlfo? Whal
made her eo happy, and yot tremble
so? Why did sho crj, wotting his
cheek with her tears, when sho wns so
palpably glad? Why had Bho tele
phoned for him, unleBB sho, too, had
missed hltn ns ho had mlssod her?
Recalling his memories of lust night,
tho memories of that long-ago honey-moon-tlmo,
bo murmured into his gray
beard, "Dcnrost!"
Sho did net seem to think he was
growing chlldlBh. Sho was not oven
surprised. At last sho Bald, half be
tween Bobbing nnd laughing:
"Oh, Abo, ain't Qod been good to
ub? Ain't It Jlst bowtlful to bo rich?
Rich!" sho cried. "Rich!"
Abo sat down suddenly, and covered
his face with his hands. In a flash he
understood, and ho could not let even
Angy bco him In the light of tho rovo
Intlon. "Tho mlnln' stock!" ho muttorcd;
nnd then low to himself, In an awed
whisper: "Tonally Gold! Tho mlnln'
stock!"
After a whllo ho recovered hlmsolt'
sufllclently to explain that ho had not
received tho telophono message, and
therefore know nothing.
"Did I git a offer, mother?"
"A offer of fifteen dollars a share.
Tho letter como last night fer yew, an'
I"
"Fifteen dollars a share 1" He was
astounded. "An' we've got five thou
sand shares! Fifteen dollars, an' I
paid ninety cents! Angy, et ever I
ketch yew flshln' yer winter bunntt
out of a charity barrel a'gln, I'll Fif
teen dollars!"
"Dut that ain't the best of it," Inter
rupted Angy. "I couldn't sloop a wink,
an' Blossy says not tor sond word tew
yow, 'cuz mebbe 't was a Joke, an' to
wait till mornin' an' go seo Sam'l's
lawyer down ter Injun Head. That's
whar we've Jest come from, an' wo
telephoned ter Quogue station from
thar. An' tho lawyer at fust he didn't
'pear tew think very much of it; but
Blossy, ehe got htm ter call up some
broker feller In 'York, an' 'Gee whizz!'
he says, turnin 'round all excited from
the phone. 'Tenafly Gold is sellln' fer
twenty dollars on the curb right this
minute!' An' he says, says he: 'Yew
git yer husband, an' bring that air
stock over this arternoon; an',' says
he, 'I'll realize on it fer yer termorrer
mornin.' "
Abe stared at his wife, at her ehln
Ing silk dress with its darns arid care
ful patches, at her rough, worn hands,
and at the much mended lace over her
slender wrists.
"That mine was closed down 18
years ago; they must 'a' openod it up
ag'ln;" ho spoko dully, ns one stunned.
Then with a euddon burst of energy,
his eyes still on his wife's figure:
"Mother, thnt dress o' yourn Is a dls
graco fer tho wife of a flnanclorer.
Yew better git a new silk fer yorself
nn' Miss Abigail, tow, fust thing. Her
Sunday one hain't nothln' extry."
"But yer old beaver, Abe!" Angy
protested. "It looks as of it como out
o' tho ark!"
"Last Sunday yew said it looked
splendid ;" his tone was nbsont-mlnded
again. Ho seemed almost to ramble
In his speech. "Wo must see that Ista-
mael gits tlxed up comfortable In tho
Old Men's home; yow remember haow
ho offered us all his pennies thnt day
wo broke up houBekeopln'. An' we
must do sometlilu' handsome fcr tho
Darbys, tew. Ef It hadn't been fer
Sam'l, I might be dead naow, an'
never know nothln' erhout this here
stronk o' luck. Tonally Gold," ho con
tinued to muttor. "Thoy must 'a'etruck
a now lead. An' folks said I was a fool
tew Invest."
(TO DE CONTINUED.)
Bad Art.
John Sloan, the famous etcher and
painter, condemned at tho Bellevue
Stratford In Philadelphia a lascivious
painting, on tho ground that such
paintings creato Ignoble thoughts.
"It 1b called 'The Temptation of St
Anthony,'" said Mr. Sloan. "Its cre
ator heard tho other day that Slash,
tho critic, had been to seo It. So ho
hurried to tho gallery and asked:
" 'What did Slash say when ho saw
my plcturo, "The Temptation of St
Anthony," boys?'
" 'Ho said,' tho attendants chorused
amid roars of vulgar laughter 'ho said
that It was tho first time ho over
wished ho waB a saint.' "
Wronned.
Representative Henry told at a tea
In Waco an International alllanco
story.
"Tho fair young daughter of the
billionaire" Buch was Mr. Henry's
sneering beginning "had accepted the
carl of Lacland; but hor father still
seomed 111 at ease.
" '1 don't bollovo,' tho old man com
plained, 'I don't bellevo that boy has
Bound Ideas of flnnnco.'
"You nro wrong, papa,' tho young
girl nnswored. 'Why, ho stopped right
In tho mlddlo of his proposal to ask
how many Interlocking directorates
you held.'"
Tho Supremo One.
"llo's never mado nnyolTort to sup
port himself."
"Oh, yes, ho has. To my certain
knowledgo ho'B proposed to every girl
with money he knows."
IttlTTMONAL
StiNBsrsaiooL
Lesson
(By E. O. SELLERS, Acting Director Sun
day School Course, Moody Blblo Instl
tuto, Chicago.)
LESSON FOR NOVEMBER 15
JE8U8 AND PETER.
LESSON TEXT-Mark 14:27-31, 63, Gi, 65-
rz
GOLDEN TEXT Lot him that thlnkotn
ho stnndcth tako heed lest ho fall. I Cor.
10:12.
The record of Poter'a falluro Is
Bad Btory. Mark, who received his
Gospel from Peter, gives it In clear
outline. This suggests that Poter did
not sparo himself.
I. After Passover Feast, vv. 27-31.
On tho way to Olivet Jesua warns tho
dlsclploB that all would bo "offended"
(caused to stumble) because of what
was about to occur. Not ono escaped,
Matt. 26:50, Zcch. 13.7. Potor, assured
In liU own mind, denies that this
should be truo of him, bo confident
was ho of himself and of hla dovotlon.
Over ngnlnst this warning Jesus
sounds tho noto of his resurrection,
nnd It wns chiefly In their inability
to catch, or comprehend this noto, that
they stumbled. Particularly Is this
truo orPeter. That Jesus could found
a church on tho vulgar tragedy of a
criminal's death was beyond tho rango
of his understanding. This self-confidence
was tho beginning of his fall.
Prov. 16:18. It is prldo like this
which men have in their own strength,
that Is the chief reason why thoy are
not saved. If they aro nblo to care
for themselves, why do they need the
help of another?
Peter's Denials.
Peter trusted his own heart A man
Is a fool who will trust Buch a deceitful
member, Jcr. 17:9, Prov. 28:26.
Peter's loud profession is answered by
a definite prophecy of his utter fail
ure, v. 30. "Before the cock shall
crow twice, thou Bhall deny me
thrice." Again Peter contradicts the
Lord, "I will not deny thee." Peter's
later denial of the person of JesuB In
the Judgment hall is prefaced by a
denial of his master's assertions on
tho way thither. He had to learn wis
dom and humility In the bitter school
of experience. Peter is quite like ub
all, but he did learn and profited there
by (I Peter 5:5), which cannot be
Bald of all of us.
II. Followlna Afar Off. vv. 63, 54.
Peter "followed afar" into the court
of the hlEh Driest's palace. We have-
suggested (Lesson of Nov. 1st) that
zeal and affection prompted Peter, yet
he was expressly forbidden and fore
warned, John 13:36-38. Some one has
Bald that tho development of Peter's
weakness began In tho garden when
he ceased to pray. That courtyard
nnd its brazier of coals was a danger
ous placo for any disciple of the Lord.
Tho servants and soldiers of tho pow
ers against Christ wore congrogatod
about that first. It is never safe to
warm oneself nt tho enemies' fire
though we seo it constantly being
done, Matt. 6:13; Pb. 1:1.
III. "I Know Not This Man," vv. 66
72. While at tho fire, a serving maid
looking at Peter said, "Thou also wast
with tho Nazarno, oven Jesus." Im
mediately nnd without any seeming
hesitancy Peter denied, and .declared
bis ignorance both of the roan and of
understanding what she Bald. Peter
lid not sympathize with what was be
ing done to Jesus, but at heart he was
not brave enough to separate him
self from tho enemies of Jesus thereby
to draw upon himself some sort of
:ensure or condemnation. Thus con
forming to the world about him mado
it easy for Peter to utter his first
4ioto of denial. Having done so he
passed on into tho porch nnd hear(d
tho first crowing of tho cock. Tho
apparent contradiction between Mark
and tho othor writers over tho ques
tion of tho number of maids seema
to
ha solved bv John 18:25, whore
rcferenco is mado to aovcral who
ipoko at tho samo time. Doubtless
:he words of the first maid are re
inforced by thoso of another on the
tecond occasion; they both brought an
accusation against him.
Speech Betrayed Peter.
Thle accond maid addressing the
jnlooklng spectators said, "This is one
Df thom," and again Poter denies the
accusation. He had escaped one pre
dicament only to be plunged into an
other and perhaps more dangerous
ono. To deny afresh seomed to be
tho only way of escape, James 4:4; 1
Cor. 15:32 R. V. A few words or a
sorvlng maid filled Peter with dis
may but a Becond denial did not de
liver him from his predicament After
a little thoso standing with him de
clared he must bo one of tho follow
ers of Jesus, for his speech betrayed
him to bo a Galilean. Thon Peter
touched tho bottom, for ho accom
panies his denial with curses.
From his high and exalted state ot
mind, his high hopos as to Jesus, ho
sees himself a traitor and Jesua about
to bo crushed by tho hand of man.
Peter was passionately devoted to
Jesus and had felt that ho could go
with him to tho limit Once beforo
at Caesarea-Phlllppl Petor had been
warned. Ho had boon mystlflod by
what Jesus Bald about tho cross and
had protostod. Ho had high nnd noble
aspirations but thoy carried hlra bo
yond tho limits of his permission into
danger and defeat
There Ib always the gravest danger
px ambition that U not controlled.
PITCHFORK BULL TO
RESCUE A GORED BOY
Mad Beast in Furious Fight tor
Half an Hour Before He Is
Conquered.
Hnrrlsburg, Pa. While trying to
tie a bull In the barn of the Motter
farm, about a mllo and a half back of
UIghspIre, Eugoho Book, fifteen years
old, waB gored 'severely when tho ani
mal attacked lilm. Peter Jacobs, a
farmer, also was injured when tho
nnlmal turned upon him, as he waB
trying to rcscuo Book.
With blood streaming from wounds
on his chest and arms, the farmer,
with several fnrm bunds, battled with
tho bull for half an hour before it
could be caught and tied In the barn.
Young Book waa taken to tho office
.of W. B. Klrkpatrlck, In Highspiro,
Svhero it 'vas found thnt a hole about
thrco inches deep had been gored In
Attacked the Big Animal.
his neck, nnd that ho had suffered
lacerations and bruises. He was tak
en to the Harrlsburg hospital, where
be underwent an operation.
When Book, who Is employed by
Jacobs, went to the barn to feed the
stock, he noticed the bull was at large
In the stable, and he tried to catch
him. s soon as ho opened the door
the bull rushed at him and knocked
him down. Before Jacobs could get
him away the animal had sunk Its
horn Into 'the youth's neck .and had
injured him probably Internally. Tho
animal then turned upon tho farmer
nnd beforo he could get away inflicted
several deep lacerations about his
chest, arms and legs.
Grabbing pitchforks, Jacobs and
several other farmhands attacked the
big animal.
BEAT HIS WIFE WITH MICE
Pittsburgh Woman Claims Spouse
Has Art of "Refined Cruelty"
Down to a Science.
Pittsburgh, Pa. Declaring that her
husband, Alexander Reed, even
though ho Is a mute, has tho art of
administering "refined cruelty" down
to a science, Mary Esther Reed of
Crafton, a fashlonablo suburb of this '
city, tho other day brought suit for ,
divorce.
Tho allegations of the aggrieved
woman were among tho most extraor
dinary over heard in tho local courts.
Ono of Reed's cruel practices was
to "cus3" his wlfo frequently and in
bucIi a manner ns to unnerve her. His
method of "cussing." according to
Mrs. Reed, was to mako funny llttlo
'squeaks with his mouth, which sho
well knew how to Interpret.
Another species of refined torture
was totchaso hor about tho houso
and beat her with dead mice, of which i
he always appeared to havo an Inex
haustible supply. This latter form
of cruelty was altogether too much
for Mrs. Reod's nervea and Bho fre
quently collapsed from fright.
Tho mental torture Inflicted upon
her was responsible for a severe
breaking down of her health, from
which sho .has not yot recovered,
averred Mrs. Reed.
Reed denied his wife's charges, and
especially that relating to mice. In
his own language, ho declared that
he never "cussed," that ho does not
know how, and never did.
ONLY 34, BUT WEIGHS 628
Texas Man of Ponderous
Never Had a Day
Sickness.
Bulk
of '
Has
KansaB City, Mo. Being the big-
.gest man In tho world has some com
pensations, according to M. L. Lee of
Dallas, Tox who was In Kansas City
tho othor night. Mr. Leo divides hla
time between tho show business and a
flourishing ranch near Dallas. Need
less to say tho ranch la tho fruit of
tho money he baa received for exhib
iting hla tremendous person.
Tremendous Is tho word, for a gaBp
of astonishment followed him when ho
appeared on tho streets. Horo aro his
specifications: Ho Is thirty-four years
old, welgha 628 poundii and It takos a
belt slightly moro than eighty-four
Inches to encompass his waist He
Bays, ho nas nover known a day'a Ill
ness in his life.
m s&$m
H
is very small, indeed,
when the appetite is
poor, the digestion
bad, the liver lazy
and the bowels clog
ged but don't re
main that way; take
HOSTETTER'S
STOMACH BITTERS
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SOME TERRIBLE WAR BILLS
That of the United States
ment Heads the List
Point of Size.
Govern
In Tho wars of Napoleon In 13 years
cost Franco $1,000,000,000, writes Wen
dell Phillips Dodgy in Leslie's. Our
Civil war expenditure of tho federal
government was $3,400,000,000, near
ly thirteen times as much a year
ns Napoleon's. Tho Franco-German
war coat Franco $1,580,000,000, be
sides an added war indemnity of Sl,
000,000,000. ThlB Bamo great war,
which lasted only 190 days, cost Ger
many $450,000,000 for an average
fighting force of 1,250,000 men. The
other big European war of tho past
half century, tho Busso-Turklsh war,
cost Russia $780,100,000, but she had
two years' fighting for her money.
The war in tho far East cost Japan
$650,000,000 and Russia $723,000,000,
not counting lost ships. Only toward
the end had either side anything like
a million men in the field. Italy's
little war with Turkey cost $400,000 a
day, allowing for a mere 60,000 fight
ing men: and tho Boer war, in which
England's army averaged 200,000, cost
$1,005,000,000 In two and a half years.
Guilty.
Tho Justice of the peace In a town
In Ohio, in pursuanco of his duties,
had to hear and Judge casoa that were
brought beforo blm and also to per
form occasional marriage ceremonies.
Ho found it difficult to dlssoclato the
various functions of his office
Everything had gone Bmoothly un
til ho aBked ono brido: "Do you take
this man to bo your husband?"
The brido nodded emphatically. ,
"And you, accused," said tho Justice,
turning to tho bridegroom, "what have
you to say in your defense?"
A Reformer.
"Twobble la noted for his passion
ate striving after perfection."
"I must Bay that's a commendable
trait"
"In some cases, yes, but Twobble
spends all his tlmo trying to achieve
It In other people."
His Method.
"How did thnt writer ncquiro such
a flowing stylo?"
"I think ho ubcs a fountain pen."
Superior
- "Surpassing others in great
nen, goodness, extent or
value of any quality."
Century Dictionary.
That's the definition, and
that's why Post Toasties
are called the
Superior Corn Flakes
the surpassing, delicate
Indian Corn flavour being
sealed in by skillful toast
ing with sugar and salt
Post
Toasties
are made in clean, airy,
modern factories cooked,
seasoned, rolled and toast
ed to crisp golden flakes
Ready to serve direct
from the package.
To secure the Superior
Corn Flakes, ask for
Post Toasties
old by Grocers.
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of Health
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