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l 0 THE FIGHTERS OF FIRE. Hews Notes and Gossip From Among the Minneapolis Battalion of Firemen. Incidents and Personals Picked Up Around the Different Engine Houses. " t Movements of the Men-- Chat Tha Enlivens the .Long: Hours Be tween Fires. CHIEF STETSON AM) THF. FIRE FIEND.*B "It's an old story, I know," remarked a fireman, as he picked up the engine-house dog and began to caress him," but it will do to tell. You know Chief Stetson is a somewhat rapid driver and afraid of noth ing when going to a fire. Well, I'll tell you an iucident about his driving. A long time ago one of the newspaper reporters thought it would be a fine thing to ride with the chief some time, and as he was at the engine house one day when an alarm came in, he climbed into the buggy with F. L. Away they went, faster, perhaps, than the reporter bad ever gone before in his life. A small ditch showed up ahead, but the horse did not slacken his speed. When the front wheels struck the opposite bank it seemed to me that the reporter bounced about four feet from the street- I met him the next day and he informed me, on the quiet, you know, that while he liked Mr. Stetson, and considered him a gentleman, he did not think much of his style of driving. He also told me that he was not going to sit down to his meals for at least a week." Some one on the East side, living near the comer of Main street and Central ave nue, owns a big black dog which has mani fested a strange liking for the fire engines. When the bell" rings the dog rushes out into the street, waits until an engine comes tearing along, and then squares away a few feet in front of the horses until they stop at the burning building. Years ago there used to be two dogs at headquarters which always accompanied the engine no matter where it went. As it left the House the dogs would jump into place, one ahead of each horse, about thirty feet in front This position they would maintain, and woe to any* other dog which tried to dispute their right to "run with the masheen." The new hose company, No. 12, on tho corner of Sumner and Jackson streets, is officered as follows: Nick Manger, captain; L. D. Smith, lieutenant: Patrick Quinn, first pipe-tan; John Benolkin. second pipe man; S. 11. Cyrier, third pipeman. Nick Manger was formerly lieutenant of old Hose Company No. 2, aud by trade is a blacksmith and carpenter; Smith is oue of the old volunteers of the old Cataract com pany, and is a carpenter; Quinn was a member of the old volunteer Hook and gadder No. 1, and was for a time manager of the fire apparatus in the Pillsbury A mill; Benolkin is a boilermaker, and Cyrier a Machinist P. J. Hurley, formerly a member of the police force, is driver. The house is one of the nicest in the city, heated by steam, with hot and cold water, and has all the modern conveniences. There is now there 1,500 ieet of hose, all ready for use. Dan Doyle, of No. 1, is laid up with a broken rib. He was driving one of the wagons Friday morning, when he slipped and fell, striking on his side. He will not be on active duty for some time to come. Lieut Gilman, of Chemical No. 2, is still in bed nursing his broken foot, received some two weeks ago. The wife of Samuel Lockbart, of Hose No. 3, is still very low, and considerable anxiety is felt about her recovery. Chief Stetson, Prof. Andrew Bradley, Supt. of Water Works Henion, and a num ber of commissioners went out to the end of the water main on Lakewood avenue yes terday morning and tested the lines. The pressure was found to be all right. Persons who were on the street Friday morning early might have witnessed a pleas ing .sight when the alarm was turned in from Box 25. This box is at the Palisade mill and is considered a dangerous one. There are thirteen pieces of apparatus which go there at the first alarm; two of these pieces have lour horses, and two three horses. Those who saw the depart ment going to the lire say the whole thing seemed fairly to fly. Pipeman Davidson, of No. 6, is still in bed with typhoid fever. Dan Noonan, of No. 3 Hook and Ladder, says he tries to do what is light, but that he can just walk all over the fellow who keeps giving him away. Supt. of Fire Alarm Morrison has strung wire for seventeen new boxes to go in soon. Eight of these boxes are on the East side, four in South Minneapolis and the rest scattered around. Tooker keyless boxes are Nos. 8, 12. 25, 13, 76 and 121. The boxes are quite simi lar to the others only there is no key needed to open them. In opening the door turn the crank to the right. This will start a local alarm and attract attention from all persons inside of a block. This will pre vent the turning in of false alarms. After opening the door pull down the hook the same as in other boxes. Since the new boxes have been put in one alarm has been turned in, and that was from the Palisade mill. Engine House No. 13, on Seventeenth avenue, between Twenty-fifth and Twenty sixth streets sonth. which was to have been finished last week, will not be ready for oc cupancy for about two weeks. This house will be a counterpart of No. 12. Deputy Sheriff Baxter was once a fire man — when Winn Brackett was chicf — and a good one he was. If he was not married George might go back to the en gine house and dance around in mid winter with a hose nozzle in his hands. Out at No. 10 painting is going on all over the house, and the steamer is being painted under the charge of Mr. Rich. There are now three first-class engines and one second-class engine in the central part of the city which respond to first alarms. The engine now at the house in the Eighth ward will remain there until the new one is sent out. "Brig" Young, formerly engineer of Xo. 2. returned this week from an extended visit to Canada, Chicago and New York. Mrs. Young accompanied him on his trip. Charley Merritt dropped in on the boys Thursday, and spent the day in relating old experiences. Charley wears a big diamond on his shirt front now, but can't get over the habit of jumping when an alarm Is turned in. as he did when he was driving Chemical No. 2. "Sandy" Hamilton says he don't care what it costs, but he is going to gain a reputation as a pounder. SAMPLE POKER LIES. They were lounging luxuriously in the Nicollet club smoking rooms and "Curly," half buried in the soft window divan, had just finished telling of a big faro game he had heard of while in New York. Some one remarked that if there was a single man in Minneapolis who did not know how to play poker he would like to know his name. "There is not a club in the city," he went on. "in which the game is not played, to my certain knowledge. They play •shiners' in the Minneapolis club, 'bridle' in the Union league^ 'Saturday outs' at the Apollo, 'dollar limit" at the Algon quin and "penny ante' at the Press club." "I heard a pretty good poker story yes terday," said .another, "that was told by a politician just returned from watching the count in one of the northwestern counties. Heiiad a forty-mile trip to make in a ca boose and the freight was side-tracked for an hour, waiting for the down passenger train. Among the party was a Chicago whisky drummer, with a song-and-dance shirt and a valise that would have rivaled Sam'l o' Posen's. After a half hour of restlessness he proposed a game of poker, which was unanimously approved, and the game began, the valise furnish ing the necessary outfit After several hands, a big jadker lay on the board and a boy-looking individual promptly opened it for ?4. Three others stayed, in cluding the whisky drummer. I forgot to say they were playing straights." The drummer had passed the break and drew one card, so it went without saying that he was drawing to a bobtail. The cowboy j took two cards and bet S2; everybody j dropped out except the drummer, who ' Dromptly raised it to So. The cowboy I raised £5 more, and the drummer went for ' his wallet While fingering the bills he I said: « ,;. " 'I'll divide the pot with yon.' " 'No, you wont,' said the other. " 'All right; then I*ll raise you 320:' ""The cowboy raised back and the drum mer came back with another raise. The drummer again fingered his bills, and said: " 'You wont divide her." I '• 'Nope.' ; "So he raised SSO. This took the cow- I boy's last lump for a call, and he smilingly ' began spreading out his hand on the board; : four kings, one after another, were spread out and he grinned inquiringly at the drummer, who coolly laid down the ace, deuce, tray, four and five of spades. The cowboy muttered: A STRAIGHT FLUSH!" "The game ended and the matador got off, saying to a friend 'I knew he had a flush, but by the ghost of Maj. Edwards, 1 never thought of a straight' " *** "I was looking over a friends shoulder the other night," said another lounger, "and saw what I thought was the funniest piece of drawing and the most wonderful luck I ever ran across. They were playing noth ing but jack pots, and Jim had been losing right along. At last he opened one on two pairs. The man next to him raised it and Jim stayed. Jim thought awhile and finally called for three cards. 1 nudged him, think ing he had made a mistake, as his hand was two pairs, jacks and aces. But he took three cards and the other man bought one. Jim skinned his hand and I saw he had discarded the aces and kept the jacks, and by the holy poker if he didn't catch two more jacks on the draw. There was some lively betting and after a while, of course he raked in a big pot I didn't get to ask him for some time afterward, why he made that singular discard. He said he happened to see the other fellow's hand and found it contained FOUR LITTLE ONES and an ace. His only chance in the world was to catch two more jacks and he took it and got them. It wouldn't happen once in ten thousand times, but he struck it the right time." Some one here murmured ''rats.'" STUCK ON HIMSELF. Who Isfhe? Many ask this question, but seldom find out He is generally seen standing in a statuesque attitude on Nicollet avenue Saturday ifternoon about the time the "rand opera matinee is over. 'erhaps you may notice him ii front of the Nicollet house >rin the exchange of the Vest in the evening. He dways seems to be standing till, you never see him . alking. It is a rainy day md you turn your head as ron go by a fashionable cigar .lore just in time to catch a 'iuipse of him behind the ate glass, silent and tan- perturb-uie. his 'minders tnrown Dacic, nis coat buttoned ti uiy, a flower on his lapel and a glass in hi - eye. He seems to be about 50 years old and is well preserved. His fawn-colored overcoat fits his portly form as though he had been melted and run into it. His shoes shine like patent leather, no matter how muddy it is. His stiff up right collar fairly glistens, his hat is speck less and his face always bears evidence of a recent visit to the barbers. You never see bin smoking, reading or even talking to any one. You run against him with "beg pardon," and he never looks at you but simply steps to one side. You do not eves see him in the dining-rooms of the hotels, or the res taurants, in the theaters or at the churches. He is only on the streets when the weather permits, or behind a window when it storms, looking for all the world like a picture in a frame. He does not at tempt to ogle females who glance at him half-invitingly, but simply looks straight ahead. He does this day in and day out. and apparently nothing else. Who is he? No one knows. What does he do? Give it up. What ails him? Why he is "stuck on his shape," to speak vulgarly, but ex pressively and concisely. That is all there is about the mystery. He is solely wrapped ud in himself. He thinks he is handsome, and simply passes his time in contempla tion of this gratifying fact. He does not care for other people, consequently he has seemingly nothing to do with any one. One evening last summer a block in the business part of the city caught fire. On its upper floors are a number of rooms rented to lodgers, who rushed wildly out clad only in such garments as they could catch up in their hurried flight. After all were safely out. and the last looking glass had been thrown out of the window and the last mattress carried carefully down, the Mystery was seen to walk slowly and carefully down the stairs and pick his way daintily through the debris. Not a drop of water, nor a spark touched him. He walked across the street, and stopped at the corner to assume his old familiar atti tude while he watched the building burn then he turned upon his heel and went off slowly into the darkness somewhere. The solitary brooding of Napoleon at Helena was not more self-contained than the taci turn manner of the man stuck-on-his-shape, who seems to subsist upon the conscious ness of the picture he imagines he presents to the eyes of observers. SHE WASN'T BUILT THAT WAV. "We are wedded now, my darling," Said the husband to his bride, And henceforth we'll go together On life's journey, side by side. "We roust bear each other's burdens, Help each other when we can. And to make life haplcr, brighter. Each must for the other plan. "Let's begin this very morning To start is m y desire — You just get up now, my precious. And construct tbe kitchen fire." Bad, ah! sad, his disappointment! Courage oozed from every pore When his sweet young wife responded: "Say! What do you take me for?" — Somerville Journal. ■ Trimmings. If you need anything in fur, feather or moss trimming. McLain's is the place to buy them, His number is 3.4 Wabasha street St. PAtrii DAILY aLOftE,' _TOtf£_Lr :.:cii::_^TG- iTOVRMTr** i^ P -rtXTEE-T TAG__S. BEAT BY A BRITISHER. How an Enterprising Impressario Failed to Secure a Princely Attraction. Banmm's Collector Negotiating "With Arabi Pasha to Visit and Faralyza America, But a British Baronet Warns the Prince, Who Declines With Many Thanhs. Charles A. Davis, the genius who does the advance act for the "Lights o' London," brought a headf ul of stories and experiences into Minneapolis the other day and swapped them off in a bland style with the news paper gang. Davis, besides running a dime museum at Milwaukee and managing a theater at Cleveland, once held down an important post with Barnum— that of scour ing the world for freaks, curiosities and novelties. One of his experiences in this line occurred about two years ago, just after the Egyptian war, when Arabi Pasha was exiled, and was nothing less than an ef fort to secure the homeless prince for a starring tour through America. "1 failed, " lie said, "because of the interference of a blarsted Britisher, but 1 had lots of fun try ing." Wiping his feet on a Journal and then depositing them on the Oriental cabinet which contains the Globe's campaign bric a-brac, he spun the yarn as follows: "1 was in Madras in the middle of the summer on au errand to secure about forty Nautch girls for sideshow purposes. It was hot as a Minneapolis campaign and the cholera was thicker' last day roorbacks. It had scared all the Nautch girls into the country, and all I had to do was to catch mosquitos and match rupees with the dis guised sheik who ran the hotel. I was about ready to take the next elephant accom modation train for Calcutta, when I picked up a copy of the Ceylon Mail and noticed a brief item relating to Arabi Pasha, then in exile at Colombo. An idea electrified me. Why could I not rush over to Ceylon, see the illustrious Moslem and inveigle him into an engagement to go to America, The very thought set my blood tingling and made my underwear cling to my flesh in twenty places. In fancy I saw THIS GORGEOUS ORIENTAL EXILE clad in purple and fine linen, sitting in a tent of the greatest show on earth, while millions fought and slew each' other in their wild anxiety to catch a glimpse of his lord liness, at 50 cents per glimpse. At the same time it struck me that every other collector must have the same idea and it was a question of who would get there first Colombo was forty-eight hours away, by water, and the first boat left that evening. I hired two Malay pirates as a body-guard and after a fight with the surf in which I lost two packages of cigarettes and a pint of elixir, I found myself aboard the Ghoorka and in due time sighted the lights of Colombo. I proceeded cautiously and after mingling with Ceylon swelldom and buying up a custom house official, I learned that Arabi Pasha occupied a cottage, or bungalow, formerly owned by a Dutch planter, in the cinnamon garden, four miles away. By further insults to this govern ment Pooh Bah, I learned that Arabi lived a secluded life, having only an annuity of £500 from the British government on which to support himself and an array of twenty retainers he had brought from Egypt. He lived with Sir Wilfred Blount, an old English enthusiast who had stood by him during his trial and now officiated in the capacity of chaperone, at the same time helping out Arabi's exchequer by means of sundry games of ecarte, whist and perhaps draw. Well, having posted myself thor oughly and having assured myself the coast was clear, 1 took MY MALAY TIRATES and one evening drove to the bungalow and sent in my card, in a few minutes I was informed that Sir Wilfred Blount was out, but that his highness the pasha would see me. 1 was ushered into a richly-furnished apartment, at the further end of which was Arabi Pasha, seated on a divan. He was a handsome, black-browed man of about 30, with a smooth face and a look of settled melancholy. His command of English was limited, but when we got into French the ice was broken and things went on swim mingly. 1 replaced his native cigar with an American Havana (K. of L. stamp) and walked at once into his favor. Finally I told him the American people were very much interested in his behalf. Said 1: " 'The great heart of the American pub lic is wrought up over your wrongs. We regard you as the martyr in a holy cause. You should to-day be seated on the throne of the Pharaohs. Leading newspapers are advocating your restoration, and all that is necessary to see you crowned by the Nile is for the American government to proclaim to European powers that you must wear the crown of your ancestors.' "After 1 had loaded him full of this sweet gum ot Araby. 1 went on to say that he must secure the co-operation of America, and iv order to do this a visit would be neces sary. in America, 1 told him, the people rule and the executive will be swayed by whatever the people desire. He must in terview the masses. Then I bred the joker at him. Said I: " 'Your highness, 1 am sent over here by P. T. Baruuni, the great American phil anthropist, who desires to right your wrongs and who authorizes me to make the following proposition: A WINNING CONTRACT. First— agree to go with me to America within three months, and to re main one year to work up the enthusiasm among the people necessary to make itself felt at the White house. Second— That you agree to go to such places and at such times as directed by my patron. Third— A large canvas, capable of hold ing 20,000 people, will be erected for hold ing your receptions. It will be transported from town to town by special train, and announcements will be made far ahead, notifying people of the date, on which you will appear. Fourth- An eloquent orator of national repute will accompany yon to your au diences, portraying in feeling language your cause and your martyrdom and making a touching appeal for sympathy in your favor. Fifth — You will be provided with a pala tial railway sleeping carriage for yourself and suite. All expenses of every descrip tion from the time you leave Colombo will be defrayed by my employer, who also agrees to give you the sum of £400 per month for the private use of yourself and suite. NOT IN THE BARGAIN. "It is needless to say," pursued Impre sario Davis, "that 1 did not add that the persons attending these receptions would be charged fifty cents a head or that a circus performance would be given twice a day in the same tent." He said nothing and I fol lowed suit. All 1 wanted was his signa ture. While I read his eyes sparkled and he paced • the floor. Grasping both my hands when 1 finished, he burst out: " 'Your patron is a heavenly being. 1 like his plan much. But how can I leave Colombo?' "I told him we could easily smuggle him aboard a French ship, and he agreed. Again he paced the floor in meditation, and 1 was wondering how I could urge him to sign when he spoke: " 'Ah, Egypta, I love thee; to ascend thy throne 1 would do anything, every thing, and this plan seems to open a bright way.' y* : "I was in raptures, when he stopped and said he would take one day for reflection and give me his answer next evening. 1 "bowed out and marched down the walk, nearly upsetting a typical John Bull En glishman coming in. As I drove off I heard him tell the servant to say that Sir Wilfred Blount desired to see his royal highness, Arabi Pasha. I was harassed with doubt as I drove back, but became so canfident before I reached the hotel that 1 squan dered several rupees on high priced wine. I had built three or four gorgeous air castles and was contemplating them In admiration when a gay-looking Bengalese messenger rushed in and threw me a letter. I tore it open and read as follows: HOPES BLASTED. Respected Sir: As the oonfldant of all the hopes, plans and aspirations of our distia truished exile, Arabi Pasha, I have been in formed by him of the magnificent offer which you have made him to visit America. While not personally acquainted with you, I have heard a great deal about you, and am thor oughly posted as to the nature of your busi ness. I have therefore deemed it incumbent to dissuade my dear friend Arabi* from ac cepting your proposition, as it would bo an exceedingly unwise move for an aspirant to a throne to place himself on exhibition as a curiosity. Hoping you will prove more suc cessful in future attempts to secure attrac tions for the great show you represent, I re main, sir, very faithfully. Wilfred Blount. "I didn't beat the messenger, or go and get full, but I discharged my Malay convoy and got back to Madras. But the Ameri can public was thus defrauded of its hope of seeing the great Arabian prince, Arabi Pasha, arid no fault of mine." A LAKESIDE MUSING. "Hush! Not another word." Regally beautiful was Beryl Clearsides as she stood beside Bertie Cecil in the brilliantly lighted parlors of her father's Prairie avenue residence that October night when the glorious harvest moon hung low in the westeen sky and the base ball cham pionship lay buried in the dim vista of an unknown to-morrow. She had been sing ing for him— this man to whom she had given her heart such a little time ago in the sofr£J-ne days, when the kissing zephyrs of a Chicago summer had blown a week's washing off the line and her ice-cream campaign dress, a soft robe of purest white, which "clung to her Diana-like form in graceful folds, had sailed away into the great unknown, y ♦' At first she had sung gay verses, the sparkling harmony rippling from iher lips in a cascade of melody that held Bertie Cecil spellbound at her art, but after a little it seemed as though the girl's mood had changed, for when her fingers had wandered idly over the key-board of the in strument for a moment, she had bent her queenly head forward a little and there came to Bertie Cecil's ears the words of the old Scotch ballad: When the cows come home, When the cows come home, Meet me, darling, in the gloaming- When the cows come home. It was at the conclusion of the last stanza that Beryl bad risen from the piano and moved toward the conservatory. "Speaking of the cows." said Bertie, in his rich, manly voice whose every tone thrilled Beryl's whole being, so madly did she love him, "reminds me of pleuro-pneu monia. And it seemed to me, sweetheart, that you, too, are in danger of catching cold; you seem *' '. It was then that the words with which this chapter opens were spoken. "But why may 1 not speak?" he con tinued. "Why may not 1 say to the one who is all the world to me words which may save her from suffering?" "There is no need of caution," replied Beryl speaking in low. firm tones. "But you may not.know," he continued. "Perhaps you are not — " "Believe me," said Beryl, "there is no danger — whatever." "But why?" The faint suffusion of a blush passed like a wave across the girl's beautiful face as she leaned trustfully over Bertie and said in low, melting tones: "I am wearing my liver-pad." — "How Beryl Won the Heat," by Murat Halstead. THE LATEST 'I'OPiOAL SONG. The man that dwells on parallels. Parabolas, elipses; And who divines from curves and line 9 Conjunctions aud eclipses; Who first asset ts. then controverts With madness mathcmatic, A maniac of almanacs And fallacies erratic. CHORUS. Wild offenses of sequences Hazard theoretic: Guess amiss, hypothesis, Maladroprophetic ; Computation— refutation, Wiggins and emetic. He tries to make a fresh earthquake And nature cut in capers; And always shows, more than ho knows, Then airs it in the papers. Should be maintain that it will rain. The sun shines fair and fickle: He will co-ipute.the facts refute. And put him in a pickle. Chorus. If he could make the whole earth quako And raise .in inundation "Pis said he would, to prove he could Achieve prognostication He'd let us be drowned in the sea Or shattered Into fractions, If he could thus affirm to us His lore of nature's actious. Chorus. He points the path, cyclonic wrath Will scour with devastation; i Ana then a calm proves him a sham, His prophecies negation. And should he say, -'Fair be the day," 'Tis certain to be hazy," He's sure to hit the opposite. I "Oh, Wiggins, you're a dais*"! —Texas Sittings. HUNDREDS i OF ' BOYS' AMD CHILDREN'S Overcoats ! DOWN $2, $3, $4 and $5 PER OVERCOAT. Now is the + im3 to prepare your boys for cold weather, when j you can do so at these tremen dously low prices at D. S. CLOTHING CO., Ccr. Eft & Jac_son Sts., St Paul. To-morrow, Monday morning, we shall place on our * Some Rare Bargains in COLORED DRESS GOODS At prices whicii will "be of interest to all intending i purchasers of this class of goods. We will also offer at our Trimming Counters our Sierli 75c Quality of Featta Ttiidss AT 63c PER YARD. At this counter will also be found complete assortments of Gimps, Cords, Braids, Tassels and ornaments in black and all shades. Fur Trimmings, Fur Balls, Tails, Seal Loops, etc., at the lowest prices in the city. Winter Hosiery and Underwear! The cold weather of the past few weeks has create! a demand in this line of goods, and we are prepared with the largest assort ment we have ever been able to show. The following lots are all highly recommended, and are bargains which are not obtainable elsewhere: Ladies' All Wool Scarlet Vests and Pants, warranted | cochineal dye, W. & G. finished seams. Price $1 each. Regular price $1.25. Ladies' All Wool Scarlet Vests and Pants, warranted cochineal dye, W. & G. finished seams, $1.25 each. Regular price $1.50. Ladies' white Merino Vests and Pants, 50c each. Reg ular price 65c. Ladies' extra quality Merino Vests andPants,6sc each. Regular price 85c. Men's All Wool Scarlet Shirts and Drawers, $1 each. Regular price $1.25. Men's Camel's Hair Shirts and Drawers, $1.25 each. Regular price $1.75. Children's Camel's Hair Vests, 35c each for 16-inch size. Ladies' All Wool Hose, all sizes and colors, special values at 23c and 28c per pair. Ladies' Black and Colored Ribbed Cashmere Hose. A bargain at 42c per pair. English Cashmere Hose, special line at 50c per pair. Always sold at 65c. Children's Ribbed Cashmere Hose from 22c per pair and upwards. We have imported a large quantity of FRENCH RIBBED HOSE ! With and without Cotton feet, from the celebrated maker, Charles Gibbey. These goods cannot be surpassed for durability or equaled in the city in quality and price. MEN'S FANCY FLANNEL SHIRTS ! Large Variety at Lowest Prices. Latest Styles in Men's SCARFS and TIES, From 29c Each and Upwards. FLANNELS! We will place on sale this week, commencing Monday morning : 30 Pieces All Wool Scarlet Trill Flannel at 18c; worth 2Sc per yard. 15 Pieces All Wool Scarlet Twill Flannel at 22c; worth 30c per yard. We shall continue the sale of those extra heavy All Wool 6-4 Scarlet Trill Flannels, at 85c and $1 per yard. Worth $1 and $1.25. We are showing an Endless Variety of Embroidered Flannels ! Both in White and Colored and Allovers, which for style and quality are pronounced by all to be the best. We are still showing a full line of our Celebrated 90-inch Skirtings, both in plain and fancy stripes. BLANKETS ! The many attractive values we have to offer make this depart ment a profitable place to mv -st. Five cases full size Fine White Wool Blankets, worth $5, at $4 per pair. Special for this week. .■•■ .- Large assortment of Comfortables at prices to suit all. j Eider Down Comfortables of our own importation Eider Down put up in One-pouni Pillows; just the thing for Cushions and Pillows ior fancy work. A=*trachan Cloaking and A strachantor Cloak and Dress Trimmings. SPttCIAL-Ten pieces Ladies' and Children's Cloaking, $2 per yard; worth $3. UPHOLSTERY ! Turcoman Curtains, special values at $4. $8 and $12. ' All-silk Chenille Curtains, $12 to $25. Velour and Turcoman by the yard in all the new colorings. : -:' Special for This Week— out sale of Nottingham Lace Curtains and Lace by the yard, at lowest prices yet named. Re-covering Furniture and Fine Upholstery Work a Specialty. R. S. GOODFELLOW _ CO., 247 and 249 Nicollet Avenue, MINNEAPOLIS, MINN. I NEAR, DEATH'S DOOR. The Interesting Story Told by a Young Engineer Now Livinsr in St. Paul. Why He Dreaded to Have His Most Inti mate friends Come Near to Him. A Long and Dreary Winter— The In« teres tins Statement Made by a Married Lady. An Interview With a Well-Known Buyerof Lumber — An Experiment and Its Result. Mr. Charles Dion, a young man 25 years o' age, employed as a stationary engineer at the corner of Fifth and Kittson streets, and re siding at the corner of Reaney and Ear] streets, St. Paul, said to the writer: •'For at least ten years past I have been in trouble, and during tho last five or six yean my trouble has greatly increased. Much oi the time during tho winter I have been com pelled to stop work entirely for weeks at a time. My throat was so sore that I could not drink cold water at all, but had to heat all the water that I drank. My throat was ulcerated, and several doctors tried in vain to cure it up. I became discouraged with doctoring, for the doctors, although they would help me a little at times, did me no lasting good. I then tried various patent -medicines, but 1 got no help from them. "By this time," Mr. Dion continued, "I was in a pitiful condition. I had a severe pain over my eyes, a ringing in mv ears and a pain in my chest. When I stooped down sud denly 1 wouid spit up blood. One doctor said that I had consumption. He treated me over a year for that disease, and finally, as I got no better, he advised me to go East, For onii winter I la* in bed all the time, and the least exertion made me throw up blood and feel terribly weak. My breath was so ban that I dreaded to have any one come neat me." "It was along some time in the first part of last September that, having read of Dr. Mc- Coy in the newspapers, 1 went to his office and placed myself under his treatment. Be fore I had been treated by him a week the soreness left my throat and I began to feel a change for the better. I used to catch cold whenever I went out doors. Now I don't catch cold at all. I have been steadily im proving since I went under Dr. McCoy's care, and to-day I am quite another man." WAS IT CONSUMPTION? And Was the Fear Well <> rounded?— Three Notable Statements. Selected from many similar statements, the three following, from persons well known in Minneapolis, may be of Interest: __ANDER M'COMMINOS, the lumber buyer for Brooks Brothers, and living at 613 Hoag avenue, Minneapolis, said: "Ever since my service in the army I have suffered from chronic catarrah in its worst form. I had a cough, a pain in the head, there was a wheezing sound in my chest when I breathed, and I was growing deaf very fast. When I lay down at ni^ht I could feel lumps in my throat which sometimes almost choked me as I lay upon my , back. , T had sweats every night, and in the morn ing my night garment would look as if it hid been wet with water. I had fits of coughing and would raise a tough kind of mucus. Then I would vomit. Often I was called up at night by fits of vomiting, and lor years I haven't been able to take anything on my stomach in the morning. Every once in a while I took a fresh cold— l seemed to be forever taking cold and then I would be worse than ever. Somewhat over a month ago I went to Dr. McCoy. He cured my deaf ness entirely. My night sweats stopped. 1 hud do more suffering, no more coughing, nc more raising of phlegm. My appetite returned to me, and now I eat a hearty breakfast ev ery morning. I have no more of the languid, tired, uneasy feeling that 1 once had. I have not a symptom left of the nauseating, miser able disease from which I had suffered foi twenty years. 1 have been cured com | pletely." MRS. WILLIAM F. SOMMERFIELD, Living at No. 21 Seventh street south. Minne apolis, said: "For over twenty years I have been troubled with my throat and head. In the spring and fall I hays rarely been with out a cold, my throat has been sore much of the time, and I could feel the phlegm drop pins dowu the back of my throat. It was, I think, about three years ago that I found that mv catarrhal trouble had extended down into my bronchial tubes and that I had genuine bronchitis. I tried changes of climate and various remedies, but my trouble seemed to be getting a severer hold on me all the time. My chest, when 1 lay down, would feel as 11 there was a weight on it. The passage in my throat seemed to be plugged up. I breathed with difficulty and with the least exercise I be came short of breath.' The pain in my chest would come and go, and I seemed to have hot hashes over my body. I had a backing couyh, which seemed to trouble me most when I got up in the morning. My appetite was bad and my sleep was broken. Each winter I -could see I was getting weaker and my trouble was more pronounced. This fall I became somewhat alarmed. I feared that I would have consumption. About two months ago I went to Dr. McCoy and placed myself under his treatment. Well, he cured me. That's about all there is to it. My cough left me very soon, and so did the pains in _ ij lungs and chest. I regained sleep, appetite and stun th, and to-day I don't see but that I feel as well as I ever did in my life." MR. E F. KEMP, of No. 517 Fourth avenue "southeast, said: " For ten years at least I suffered from ca tarrh. My nose seemed to be stopped up all the time. Over the eyes and at times In the back part of ray head I had a dull, heavy pain. I presume I was the more alarmed be cause not long ago my brother had died ol consumption. He had the raising of phletrm, the pain in his bead and the cough just as I did. and the doctors told him that his trouble was catarrh. Well, he let it run until It ex tended down into his lungs.and the first thing he knew be was a hopeless consumptive. H« died not long ago. 1 tried various remedies, but they did no good. About two montii ago I went to Dr. McCoy's office and was ex amined. Shortly after I went under his treatment. The pain in my chest which I had begun to feel, the pain over my eyes and my cough left me. My appetite returned to me and I began to feel as well as ever. Every trace of the catarrh has left me aud I am a well man." DOCTOR J. Cresap McCot Late of Bellevue Hospital, New York, • Has offices at No. 489 Broadway, St. Paul, ■'T. . AND AT "WEST HOTEL BUILDING* MINNEAPOLIS. MINN.. Where ail curable diseases are treated with success. . All diseases peculiar to the sexes a specialty. CATARRH CURED. ALL DISEASES OF THE EVE SKILL FULLY • TREATED, INCLUDING GRAN ULAR LIDS, SORE EYES, ETC. THE VARI OUS EYE OPERATIONS SUCCESSFULLY PERFORMED. • - :* CONSULTATION at office or by mail, SI. Man \y diseases are treated successfully by Dr. McCoy through the mail, and by this means many persons unable to make a jour ney can receive SKILLFUL HOSPITAL TREATMENT AT THEIR HOMES. a y V Correspondence receives prompt attention. No letters answered uucless accompanied by 4 cents in stamps. 6T. 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