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I am not richIn fact, my purse
ts somewhat light and slender,
I cannot Daywhat's even worse
The Mill tha,P_eoll render.
I might make* mortey if I chose
Though wealth's, of course, a bubble
And I would like to. goodness knows!
But then it's so much trouble.
I cannot say that I am great
In public estimation
I don't conduct affairs of state
Or rule this mighty nation.
I might take diplomatic rank
And turn and twist and double
And beat the best, bvrtr to be frank, i
It's such a lot of trouble.
Tha I would not succeed in
A race that, once I got my swing,
I could take the lead in.
But some must sow and some must reap
And some must glean the stubble,
gome like to work and some to sleep
I hate to lake the trouble.,
Chicago Daily News
IN THE IRRIGATED LAND
How Mrs. Clawson Overcame Her
BIT OMVE DIBEKT.
S Mrs. Clawson entered^- the
kitchen, carrying a pan piled
high with new potatoes,she threw an
impatiently sharp glance toward hex
husband. He was standing near a
chair, his hand resting weakly on its
"You kin talk to me forever, Hi
Clawson, 'bout that water but if
I had fifty springs 'stead o' fifteen
and the dry season lasted twelve
months, 'stead o' six, not a drop, not
a bolit'iy drop would Mary Long git
from one o' my trenches. She's no
rlriend o' mine
"She wuz back east, mother
Clawson choked at his own boldness.
"Her veg'tables is all dryin' upher
boarders is leavin' on ev'ry down-
A faint red showed itself under
Mi"s. Clawson's dark, wrinkled skin
She lowered her brows ominously.
"D'yeh happen to mind Mary Long
a-prophesyin' that I'd never do better
than pick up a crooked stick in the
Clawson had heard the report of
Mary Long's speech on the occasion
of many family jars yet the words
never failed to make him-wince. He
tnt down, throwing one knee over
the other. Then he crossed his wrists
and let his head fall foiward humbly.
"I wouldn't lift a finger [Mrs. Claw
son's voice was as solemn as the toll
ing of a bell] for Mary LongI
wouldn't give her a cup 6' tea if she
ome a-beggin' at my back door. No
notnot if even Bobbie ast me to."
Bobbie was their son and to refuse
any request of his was the final test
ml triumph of Mrs. Clawson's will
Clawson's eyes followed his wife as
as she drew up a chair and began to
s,crape the skins from the small, pink
brown potatoes. A look of incred
ulity oame into his patient stare and
After -a little while, he said, still
observing his wife keenly: "I never
knew yeh to refuse Bobbie anything
jet. I bet if he'd want o' marry
M.iry Long's gurrl you'd
But he stopped speaking, silenced
by the glare from his wife's dark
The band holding the knife began
"You ought o' be ashamed o' your
self suggestin' sech a thing. Our
liobbie to marry into that i'am'lv!
I'd rather he'd mairj an Injun from
up the valley. Don't set there with
that look on your face as if you
b'lieved sech a thing could happen."
She threw her head up stiffly, keep
ing her eyes on her husband, mean
ing to look him out of countenance.
His glance dropped. "Don't let's
quarr'l, mother. Got anything for
\ne to do? Got plenty o' wood in?"
For a moment she was silent. Her
husband must not be permitted to
imagine that her indignation could be
appeased by any such trifling over
"Yes," she said, cutting off the word
fiercely, "I have got somethin' fer you
to do. Strengthen up that trench
where it makes the sharp turn nex'
Mary Long's field. We'll be irrigatin'
her corn-patch the firs' thing you
know." She spoke contemptuously
Ihen she laughed, low, and malici
oitsliy. "That dry trench o' hers with
only a foot or two of solid ground
between it and that fine little stream
of ours! And some time, father, be
tween this and bed-time, I want you
to take a stick and scratch two or
three little channels down tow-wards
the tomatoes. The other garden stuff
is fairly growin' up out of a swamp
but, somehow, the tomatoes has been
Clawson rose and slowly left the
While Mrs. Clawson prepared the
"noon-hour dinner, she frequently
peered up the long slope leading from
the kitchen porch. It was planted in
methodical patches of garden truck.
Some of the green clumps had out
grown their strength and could be
seen to sprawl, as if for support, over
smaller,, stockier growths. Mrs.
Clawson's gaze was bounded by a
hedge of manzanita, whose small
-trunks and twisted limbs showed a
soft red, like dressed cedar. A wide
ditch ran along the hedge, the water
turning near the group of pines and
hurrying down through the south
western coiner of the Clawson ranch
to the creek.
When Mrs. Clawson saw her nus
band bend to pick up an, armf id of
broken rock, she sat clowacontelited
ly near the open d,dor^sh($lbrace'a the
small, square, coffee-mill firmly be
tween her knees, and turned the
handle with a fierce spirited move
"Clawson, dinner's ready," 8he
called, half an tour la'tSr.
As she went along the path she
pulled off the withered roses from
the bushes. When she came to the
barbed-wire fence, she stood looking
out critically across her neighbor's
blighted corn-field. Not a healthy
stalk to be seen anywhere among
"those sickly plants each one thirst
ing for water.
The ditch flowed rather noisily at
her feet as it ran along the steepest
part of the hill. Three hundred feet
west the creek sang musically in a
Mrs. Clawson's thin lips curved in
a downward crescent.
"Clawson," she called again. But
he was at her side and followed her
heavily over the plank laid across
"Whatev er has become of that boy
of ours," she said affectionately.
"Took his rods afld*fry"-book out with
him early this morning. Said he'd
be back at dinner-time, sure. Well,
Clawson, how'd jou git along with
the work?" She turned a suspicious
eye on her husband.
"I tightened the wall," he replied
They walked along silently to the
kitchen door. Mrs. Clawson went on,
going round to the front of tn*e
house. She looked about in every di
rection, shading her eyes with her
brown, knotty hands. She tried to
decipher the spaces of shadow among
the thickets and trees near the creek.
She thought she saw a splotch of
dark-red and gold color.
"Must be the sun strikin' on the
back o' wild cattle. They been a
strayin' round here lately."
She started toward the creek. Then,
with a wavering movement, turned
and hurried back to the kitchen.
"You better start eatin'," she. called
to Clawson. "I'm goin' down to see
if I can't see somethin' o' Bobbie.
Don't touch that light pinkish piece
of ham in the skillet that's fer Bob-
Mrs. Clawson walked with long
strides through the young orchard.
When she came to the bank, where
the foot-path descended precipitate
ly to the creek, she stopped, looking
up, down, across. The water dashed,
foaming, from among a tumbled mass
She went down the path, brushing
against the willows. At the opening,
where the bushes had been cut away,
she could see the bend. The water
ran swiftly around the low, opposite
bank broke into a stretch of little,
metallic-like waves. Over there the
trout might be caught by thehun
dred in an hour or two. ^31p
Mrs. Clawson thought she heard a
laugh, shrill and happy, above the
bubbling and chatter and roar of the
Then she saw a young girl throw up
a line, on which dangled a frantic
fish. Near by, her son stood, his
hands in his pockets, laughing.
Mary Long's girl!
The same golden-red hair the same
vivid coloring in the cheeks and lips
the same dark, luminous eyes.
Bobbie was now taking the fish off
the hooknot changing his gaze,
which she knew was tender, from the
face of Mary Long's girl.
Mrs. Clawson watched the young
girl as she scrambled onto the bank,
trying to catch the writhing and leap
ing trput. She noted the soft, pretty
outlines of the girl's figure as she
swayed forward to throw the fish out
into the middle of the stream. She
saw the coquetry of Miss Long's de
mure return to her son's side: the
challenge in her glance up to his
But when he put his arms around
her she turned deliberately and
stamped firmly up the path.
Mr. and Mrs. Clawson sat on the
back porch. It was growing dark.
Mt.Sanhedrinwas a mere blur against
the sky the entrance to the little
arbor, over which the wild hop-vine
rioted, was fading into the general
For half an hour no word had been
spoken. At last Clawson, summoning
up courage, said: "I didn't think
you'd let him git so far, mother, as to
be upstairs there alone packin' his
"I didn't know you ever did any
thinkin' on any subject, Hi Clawson,"
she replied. A tear, of which she
took no notice, coursed its way down
her tbin cheek.
Silence reigned for several minutes.
Then Mrs. Clawson said in a sad mon
otone: "Guess you'd better hitch up
the buckboard, now it always takes
you s'long to do anything. The stage
starts from Long's at eight o'clock
it's about seven now."
"Mother," Clawson said, "you ain't
surely goin' to let our boy go away
without 'is supper."
She answered his impertinence
with a stony stare.
"You jest hitch up now, Hi. I'll
cook yoxi up _. bite afterafter he
some time to-night."
To be misunderstood always made
Clawson flinch, embarrassed, as from
a blow. He rose slowly, moving off
the porch with uncertain step.
Tears began to rain down Mrs.
Presently she heard her son com
ing down the stairs. Her attention
followed his step as he strode into
the parlor then crossed the hall to
the spare room. Her heart's pulse
began to quicken as he came, hesti
tatinply. towards the do a* at her el-
bow. The door opened with a jerk,
scraping o\ er the floor noisily.
Her son sprang past her to the
edge of the porch, where he crouched
dovv|f' bracing his head against a
small, upright post.
"Mother,"' he said, **I'm going away.
But I'm not going away angry. I love
Hattie LongI can't stay where
there's so much bitterness against
~mj future wife's folks."
Mrs. Clawson muttered, as if to
herself. "Of all people in the world!
An' fer us, in a state a thousand
miles long, to set ourselves right
down nex' to 'em! On a piece of
mortgaged property, to! Never car
ing a thing about us, until they need
ed our water"
She sniffed contemptuously then
fell into a brooding silence.
The sound of wheels presently
reached Mrs. Clawson's acute ears.
She noted the grating noise as the
wheels scraped along over the broken
stone and she recalled how her son,
only yesterday, had spent the morn
ing filling in the ruts near the bro
ken-limbed pear tree.
Mrs. Clawson's hands were icy her
body shivered as with the cold.
Her son sci-ambled to his feet. He
came and laid a strong hand on her
"Eemember, mother, I don't bear
She caught hold of his hand. She
cried out, in broken tones: "Don't
go on to-night's stage, Bobbie. Oh,
Bobbie, mebbe your mother kin learn
to swallow her hard feelin's."
Mrs. Clawson set the lighted lan
tern under the tall pines where the
irrigating ditch made its abrupt turn.
With a long-handled hoe she quick
ly scraped a shallow channel through
the weedy ground dividing the wa
ter and her neighbor's empty trench.
Then she bent stiffly over the stones
her husband had patched into the
wall in the morning. One of the
stones stood up large and angular
above the others. Mrs. Clawson
tugged at it with awkward, out
stretched arms. At last she succeed
ed in loosening it and pushed it for
ward into the ditch.
The water gurgled and seeped
through the opening to form itself
into a slender little stream.
Mrs. Clawson now seizing the lan
tern, held it at arm's length for a
careful survey of the top of the wall.
A larger, heavier stone hung near
the newly made opening. This she
succeeded in dislodging also. And
when the water flowed over the bank
in a darker, thicker stream, at last
trickling down into Mary Long's
trench, Mrs. Clawson chuckled grim
Certainly it would surprise no one
that through a loose wall water
should find for itself an opening, nor
that afterward the refreshing stream
should be allowed to pursue its own
Mrs. Clawson continued to laugh
as she slung the lantern over her
arm and picked her steps across to
the tool-shed, where she had found
the hoe a half an hour earlier.
It had grown very dark. When
she started down the hill she could
hardly see three feet before her.
"I come after yeh, Sue," her hus
band's voice said out of the shadow
of an apple tree. "Is there anything
the matter with yeh?"
"Nothin' that I'm aware of," she
replied, in a non-committal tone.
"Yeh aint sick, are ye, Sue? Well
people don't wander around after
"People should mind their own af
fairs, father," she replied.
"Would yeh mind my takin' the
She thought she heard a note of
covert triumph in his voice.
"Take it if yeh want," she spoke
indifferently. "I'm cold. I want 'o
git back to the house."
He took the lantern from off her
arm. She watched him curiously as
his dark figure stumbled up the hill
and stooped over the broken wall.
When he returned to her side, he
said: "Why didn't yeh tell me. I'd
done for yeh."
"Done what? she asked.
He burst into a laugh. It was the
first laugh of unalloyed satisfaction
he had enjoyed for years.
She clutched his arm.
"I expect yeh'll hold that over my
head like the sword o' Damocles all
the rest o' my life. That wall broke
They hurried down the hill. He
was in the lead to-night, holding the
lantern down close to her feet.San
Tlte Clever Cabby.
It was a busy thoroughfare in Ed
inburgh and as the old lady was ex
hausted with the stir and bustle she
hailed a passing cab. The driver was
at her side in a moment. Opening the
door he stood back to allow the lady
She made one or two weak efforts
but was unable to mount the step,
and at last, looking imploringly at the
driver, she said:
"Help me in, my good man, for I
am very old."
The driver gently assisted his fare
into the cab and then gallantly said:
"Well, mem, nae matter what age
you are, you dinna look it."
His fare was increased by a shilling
when the old lady reached her desti
nation. And he deserved It.
Ever Notic ItT
"A man never gets credit for half
he does or says while on earth,"
growled the chronic pessimist.
"True," replied the easy-going
optimist, "but after he furnishes a
job for the undertaker he is credited
with threo times as much as he ere*
did or said.Chicago Daily New*,
WARM WEATHER WEAR.
LitfUt Materials* for Summer Cowai
T_at Are No Vuch in
The approach of summer weather
hr- mci eased the demand for thin
materials and ready-to-wear wash
gowns. Old-fashioned French per
cale, one of the most attractive and
serviceable cottons ever worn, is
among the materials used for shirt
waists and shirt waist suits. It has
a satin smooth surface which is not
affeeted by repeated washings. The
patterns, too, are good, as a rule.
Some of them are very old, notably
the diamond pattern in gray and
pink, reports the New York Post.
The gowns of former days are also
recalled this season in the sprawling
flower designs seen in muslins and
organdies. Only tail, slender, women
can wear these pattern* gracefully.
Stout figures are exaggerated and
&hort ones made to look dumpy in
them. But for those who can stand
them, the huge roses, poppies, trail
ing wreaths and baskets spilling blos
soms are very effective.
Many of the popular voile gowns
are trimmed with painted lace Cream
or white lace with part of the de
sign followed in color to match the
gown, or with black to give accent to
a light material, is used. Ihe paint
ing is a simple matter, as common
watercolors may be employed for the
purpose. Pin the lace over a piece of
clean white blotting paper and apply
the paint with a camel's hair brush.
It should be done before the lace is
put on the gown.
A pongee petticoat has a deep
flounce of embioidered pongee in an
openwork pattern, c'one green silk.
Under the flounce is another o green
taffeta, and there is a quilling of the
taffeta heading the outside flounce.
The effort to introduce fuchsias for
hat trimmings has not been very
successful. The flower is too obvious,
its colors are too bold to suit re
fined tastes. Once in awhile a hat is
trimmed with Ihem to gcod advan
tage. An ivory white importation
has a band of violet velvet around the
crown and a wieath of two-toned
purple and pink fuchsias, rather
primly arranged below the velvet, and
drooping at the back. Another hat is
of red maline full fo ds over the
frame. Its only decorations are bands
of red velvet bbon which are
brought over the high crown of the
hat, and a wreath of red and purple
fuchsias under the brim. Here the
flowers are really effeciive. as they
fall pendantwipe on the hair of the
ULCERS OF THE LEG.
Common Ailment Among Persona
Who May Otherwise In
A surprisingly large number of per
sons suffer from "sores" of one sort or
another along the course of the shin
bone or anklessores which persist
ently refuse to heal.
These persons are often, although
not always, in a very fair state of
health otherwise, and the fact that a
scratch or the bite of a mosquito may
have had such a sequel not infrequently
affects them with surprise, if not with
alarm, says Youth's Companion.
It is true that diseases of the blood,
the liver and other organs are some
times responsible ior ulcers on the ex
tremities, but when that is the case
other evidence of the existence of such
diseases is seldom wanting.
Ulcers are most common on the leg
because the return circulation is here
most impeded by gravity. The return
flow of blood from the feet is accom
plished by the force of the blood driven
by the heart, in this case, downward.
Muscular activity aids the return flow
of blood, and hence should be recom
mended to sufferers from this disorder.
An active circulation is essentiakto the
rapid healing of any wound or sore,
since it is only by this means that the
waste matters are carried away faster
than they accumulate, and rebuilding
material supplied to repair the diseased
In stout or elderly persons, by whom
active exercise is not so easily accom
plished, the circulation may be promo
ted by the use of an elastic stocking or
blindage. Either of these devices in
creases the local activity of the circula
tion by the support which it affords
the return vessels, which are thus com
pressed to smaller caliber. But the
elastic stocking or the bandage should
be only tight enough to effect the pur
pose for which it is designed, and not
so tight as to interfere with the out
bound circulation. Such an effect
would be evinced by a bluish or dusky
tint of the skin of the foot.
Bandaging should be begun below
the ankle so as to encircle both this and
the instep. An elastic stocking should
likewise be made long enough to in
Ulcers of the leg are properly treated
by applications of healing ointments or
other medicaments, such as would be
suitable were they situated elsewhere
but, from the nature of their location,
support to the blood-vessels from the
toe to the knee is also demanded, and
stimulation of the circulation of the
part is invariably required.
Use only the*tender heart leaves of
three heads-lettuce, arrange in a border
around a shallow platter pick over one
bunch water cress, slightly chop it,
n_ place in center of platter, bestrew
with radishes sliced thin as possible
without peeling, one onion sliced and
rings separated, add one cucumber the
last three ingredients should be added
in alternate layers. Chill ingredients
before preparing salad. Pour over all
French dressing just before serving.
Saved HI* Iilfe.
Whitehall, III,, June 8th.Mr. Lon Man
ley had Brtght's Disease and after his home
doctor had tieated him tor sometime he
finally told him that he could do nothing
more for huu, and that he uould suiely die.
A friend who had heard oi vv hat Dodd
Kidney Pills had done in cases ot Kidney
Trouble, advised Mr. Manley to try a
treatment of this lemedy.
He did so and everjone was surprised and
iehghted to see an improvement in a veiy
shoit time. This improvement gradually
kept on as the treatment proceeded, till
now Mr Manley is well. He says:
"The doctor said he had done all he could
for me. He gave me up. A friend advised
ma to take Dodd's Kidney Palls, and in a
few weeks I was nearly all right again.
"I am not dead, and can truthfully say
that I feel better today than I have for
years. Dodd's Kidney Pilla are a wonder
ful remedy and I will always praise them
and recommend them to everyone suffering
as I did
Mr. Manley's recovery has caused a pro
found sensation, as no one ever thought he
So It Did Markley"See heie, you had
the nerve to recommend these goods a
the finest in the market Tailor Well*
Markley"Well, I've only had this bint a
week and look how rusty it is lailor
"Ah, you will recall I told you the goods
would wear like iron."Philadelphia Press.
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Take Laxative Bromo Quinine Tablets. All
druggistsrefund money if it fails tocure 25c
People seldom improve when they have
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"The Klean,Kool Kitchen Kind" of stoves
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Not many men think of themselves when
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Piso's Cure cannot be too highly spoken of
as a cough cure J, W. O'Brien, 322 Third
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It is a great evil, as well as a misfor
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All creameries use butter color. Why
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We imitate only what we believe and
Mrs. Laura L. Barnes, Wash
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Burnside Post, No. 4, G. A. R.,
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In diseases that come to womenonly,
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Yield. 190S. 11TS2S,? Bwaeh.
HOMESTEAD LANDS OF 160 ACRES FREE,
the only charge for which is Sl for na_i~yenny.
Abundance of water and fuel, cheap boildiDg Ma
terial, good grass for pasture and bay. a _ertUefeOU,
a sufficient rainfall, andacUmategiYiafcanassarM
and adequate season of growth. Sendtothe feBow
ng for an Atlas and other uter&tvrev and also for
certificate giving yon redncedi freightand passenger
rates, etc.. Superintend*-* ^*B*}PT*t
Ottawa, Canada, or _- HoUiKV S15 Jackson
Street, St. Paul, Sinew T. KK CCRKim, CfeUabaa
Bldg. Milwaukee, WlA W. H. ROOWRS. Box 1M
Watertown, So. Dakota* C. PM^W^^'__0
North Dakota J. M. Ja*cI_vCH_AN.30r TWTdStreet,
Wausao, Wla,: anUKuiaed Canadian Gorernnienl
A. N. K. 1973
lief and IOS.ll_.V
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For free sample ntfrea*
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