THE COURIER.
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Is That of the British Doctors in the Shel
don Block, Corner 11th and N Streets.
These Eminent Gentlemen are
Giving Their Services Free
for Three Months to All
Invalids Who Call Up
on Them Before
Nov. 5th.
A staff of eminent physicians and
surgeons from the Britisb Medical In
stitute, at the urgent solicitation of a
large number of patients under their
care in this country, have established
a permanent branch of the Institute in
this city, at the office, corner of Eleventh
and N streets, in the Sheldon b'ock
These eminent gentlemen have de
cided to give their nrvicea entireij tree
for three months (aiedicines excepted)
to all invalids who call upon them for
treatment between now and Nov 5th.
These services will not only consist of
consultation, examination and advice,
but also of all minor surgical operations.
The object in pursuing this course is
to become rapidly and personally ac
quainted with the sick and afflicted, and
under no condition will any charge what
ever be made for any serviced rendered
for three months to all who call before
Xov. 5th.
The doctors treat all forms of disease
and deformities, and guarantee a cure
in every case they undertake. At the
lirat interview a thorough examination
is made; and, if incurable, you are frank
ly and kindly told so; also advised
against spending your money for use
less treatment.
Male and female weakness, catarrh
and catarrhal deafness, also rupture,
goitre, cancer, all skin diseases and all
diseases of the rectum are positively
cured by their new treatment.
The chief associate surgeon of the
Institute, assisted by one or more of his
staff associates, is in personal charge.
Office hours from 9 a. m. till 8 p. m.
No Sunday hours.
Special Notice If you cannot call
send stamp for question blank for home
treatment.
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ONE OP THE NORTH MEN
KATHARINE MELICK.
(For The Courier.)
IX.
In the days when the Swedish chapels
took the kingdom of Father Matthiason;
whan his oldest son doggedly worked
his way through the examinations of a
Canadian college in quiet defiance of
paternal antagonism; when the next two
sons sweated and swore at railroad ties,
and even Eliza had it in her heart to let
Edward go to a 6eminary, in those days
the prairie preacher ended his last "pro
tracted meeting" by Salt Creek.
There had been "manifestations,." One
of the men in a "threshing crew" had
been drawn into the machine, and while
his brothers rode for a doctor, the old
minister came. He heard the dying
boy's one prayer, "Lord God, I've been
a bad lot. Don't let me die. Boys,
don't let me die! I can't die!"
And then the old man, kneeling be
side the cot, his white hat beside him,
and the dusty-faced men closing in,
prayed. While his voice steadied with
that assurance of the Eternal presence
which calms the torture of doubt, the
eyes of the sufferer grew fixed. When
he ended his petition to the Judge of
all the Earth, the dust had settled down
upon the red "threshef" outside, and its
victim was still. One of the "gang"
followed Father Matthiason a few steps.
"You done what we couldn't," he said
with thegratitudethat repaysall things.
And from that hojr the old man felt
his "burden for eouIs" more heavy.
In the cottonwood grove that Eliza
Ann had planted he knelt on many a
night to pray that the death of the
wild young Lamont might bring his
brothers to conviction. While he prayed
Eliza, with trouble in her heart, looked
at Edward, where ha sat drawing the
baby in its crib, thumb in mouth.
On the very night that two of the
threshers' gang came to the "meeting"
Edward went away. Ho left a line for
his mother. "Before I come between
you and father, I am going where I
won't trouble anybody. Don't worry
about me. I'll write when things come
out right."
It was when Eliza read those lines
in the slant, shaded hand her eyes knew
so well, that her strong lingers first be
gan to tremble, and she sat alone very
often, with tears dropping on the yarn
stockings she knitted for John, James
and Charles. It would have been so much
comfort to knit something for Edwad.
Thirteen-year-old Dorcas, full of
wrestlings and visions from the long
nights of the "protracted meeting,"
dreamed often of the brother in some
deep, unsearchable recess, calling and
calling them to come to him. Then she
beard great doors clank on eternal
hinges, and the voice died away. Some
times she saw Edward with a shadowy,
vigorous figure that took him pilently
and swiftly away, and her brother was
glad to go.
But there was no word from him nor
from the two recreant lads who had
never stood at their mother's door since
the round-house and the ''Last Chance"
had taken them in. Once the old min
ister, after long prajere, visited the
"Last Chance" when an engine whistle
which he knew had brought his boys to
their old haunt. Charles caught a
glimpse of the white hat. but James
walked in, alone, to the door, where his
father, gray and old, stood up to con
front him.
"Go back, my son," he said solemnly.
"You will remember this day, when you
stand to proclaim the gospel to sinners
whoso sins you know."
And the oath which James swallowed
broke out, inside the car, where his
brother's "What did the old gentleman
give you?"' was answered by a fratprnal
cuff which silenced conversation for
thirty miles.
The only time that visitation was re
peated was when the stranger's letter
came from New Mexico, and Jnmes left
bis engine to set out on the long journey
to the Albuquerque pest-house. Whilo
the young engineer looked through
dusty windowB at the wrinkling lines of
his native prairie and saw it flatten
again into strangely bare stretches of
tufted sand, his mother, with fingers that
always trembled now, drew out again
and again, the letter.
Surely, the name was not uncommon.
And then it was not certain that the
name Edward Matthiason had belonged
to the dead boy. Some friend of Ed
ward's might have had that name per
haps on a sketch about him. The
writer was not certain. The sick lad
had been already delirious when be
staggered into the pest-house. And
there were so many plague-stricken
ones. What care what comfort no
Edward could not have- perished so.
But that othur poor lad bis friend,
whoso hard bed was made by strangers
with ''so many plague-victims."
Adah came for a brief Sunday. Tho
toilers have not the luxury of mourning.
She Bat with the letter at Eliza's side,
while her father, white with fasting and
prayer, wrestled for assurance of Ed
ward's salvation.
"He is sure Edward is dead," Eliza
whispered. "But you don't think so, do
you, Adah?"
"God help us, mother," said the little
twin; "we shall wait for James."
On a white, frosty morning James
walked to bis father's door with the
little valise that had been Edward's.
Eliza had Been and sat with shaking
fingers over her eyes. But Father
Matthiaeon saw the look upon the face
of the son who bore his name and lifted
his eyes to heaven.
"The Lord gave and the Lord hath
taken away. Blessed be the name of
the Lord.
For James, the prodigal, knelt beside
his mother, with shaking sobs, and laid
his face on her lap.
"Let me come back and be your boy,
mother. I'll never go on the road
again."
One of the pretty as well as instruc
tive gameB played now-adays in the
public Echools is for the teacher to rep
resent herself as an inanimate object
and from her description the children
guess what she is. One morning not a
great while ago a young teacher chose
"coal" as hersubjoct. "Now children,"
she said, when the hour for the garte
arrived, "I am something which we have
never talked about before and I want
you to listen carefully, think very hard
and see who will guess correctly what
I am. I am black as night. People
burn me. Who ever comes near me
gets warm, l'ou will always find me
underground." And thus on she went
in her description for some minutes and
then asked the question: "Now, who
knows what I am?" Up went the hand
of little Frankie. Now, "little Frankie"
was one of those dreamy-eyed children
who had always been delicate and tim
id. He so seldom volunteered infor
mation that the teacher determined at
once to call upon him from the score or
more of hands fluttering b''ore her eyes.
"Well, Frankie," she said, "you may
tell what am 1?" "The devil," he an
swered without heeitation. Mail and
Times.
LITERARY NOTES.
Probably the laat literary work done
by President Roosevelt before the aBsas
aination of President McKinley raised
him to the chiof executive office of tho
United States, was the preparation of
an article on William II. Taft, governor
of the Filipines. This article was writ
ten in August, and appears in The Out
look of September 21. It is particularly
noteworthy, not only as a cordial appre
ciation of Govetnor Taft's remarkable
personal qualities, but as in a measure
foreshadowing President Kooeevolt'a
future policy with regard to the Fili
pines, and as giving strong expression to
hia personal views on the relation of the
United States to their island posses
sions. (53 a year. The Outlook com
pany, 287 Fourth avenue, N. Y.)
A Magazine for College Men.
The Business Side of a Great Univer
sity, by President Harper of the Univer
sity of Chicago, is the opening article in
the College Man's Number (October 12)
of The Saturday Evening Post of Phila
delphia. Theodore Roosevelt, Harvard '80, is
the title of an entertaining paper on
the President's college life, by his friend,
Gwen Wister. Other strong features of
this number are short stories by Max
Adler, Jesse Lynch Williams and Frank
Norn's, and a page of droll "Nature
Studies" by Oliver Qerford.
This number will be of unusual inter
est to all college men.
Tho November Century in many re
spects an unusually striking number
will begin the magazine's thirty-second
year, which is to be a Year of American
Humor. A group of humorous stories,
poems, etc., including "Two Little
Tales" by Mark Twain, "More Animals"
by Oliver Herford, and prose and verso
by Carolyn Welle, Paul Dunbar and
other well-known humorists, will be
preceded by "A Retrospect of American
Humor," by Professor W. P. Trent, with
more than thirty portraits of famous
humorists of the past and present, from
Benjamin Franklin to "Mr. Dooley."
The Gift-Book of the Year.
"The Rubaiyat of Mirza-Mem'n."
This is an elegant production of verse
in the Omar Khayyam form, now so
popular, and the spirit of which the
author has most happily caught, with
out being imitative. It contains 131
Btanzas, some being paraphrased from
the nrose translations of Nicolas and
McCarthy. The text is set in black, on
a pale green tint-block, with illuminated
borders. There are twelve full page
illustrations, beautifully executed, and
the whole is daintily bound in white
and purple vellum, with gold stamp and
edges. The Chicago Chronicle says of
it: "One is tempted to quote unreas
onably from this beautiful volume,
whose external form harmonizes well
with the delicacy, the grace and sen
suous charm of the verse." Henry
Olendorf Shepard, publisher, Chicago.
Price, 81.50. All booksellers."
Peachton So you are really going to
marry her?
Bingster Yes, sir I only wish my
income was an large for her as my love
for her is.
Peachton Never mind, old man. It
will be later. Town Topics.
Not in His Line.
Would-be Client I want you to de
fend me.
Lawyer Are you innocent or guilty?
Would-be Client Innocent.
Lawyer I can't do it; it would ruin
my reputation. Town Topics.
Crawford What a wonderful change
there is in street car traveling since the
days of the old horse cars!
Crabsbaw Yes, indeed. It is now
the motorman instead of the conductor,
who does the knocking down. Town
Topics.
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