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GOLDEN BELLS The Buried Treasure of Hanno Sands CHAPTER XVI.—(Continued^ Many of these things SuBan recog iiized ns having seen at the neighbor ing farms—antique pieces of furniture whose owners must have stared tbut anybody, not being either a conjurer or a lunatic, should offer a few shil lings for pieces of plate that had probably escaped the melting pot dur ing the civil wars articles which had been smuggled out of France by ladies and gentlemen flying from the guillo tine, and sold by them for bread lace, pictures, weapons in short, all sorts and conditions of precious lum ber. "What a lot of fine things!" said she. "Are all these yours?" "Every one. What do you think of the lot, eh?" "They've cost me five hundred guin eas. And they'll bring me in five thou sand! Not bad bargains, eh? Nine hundred per cent profit, my dear." "Five thousand guineas! Is that •what you've brought me to see?" "Bah! No! I can show you them any time. If you bad five thousand guin eas, what would you do?" "Oh, five thousand things! First, I should buy Zion Farm. Pay every body my father owes. Give Tom I'ol warth a new boat," said Susan. "Oh, that all? And a second-hand one would do just as well. Susan, It will take a long time to do all that with butter and cheese. You are a beautiful girl! You can plan, you can work hard, you can bold your tongue, you can tell t,lie truth, you are economical beyond all prn'se. You would pay your father's creditors —that is noble. I say so who am one of them! But if you should churn ten thousand guineas out of your cream—butter of gold—It would not be enough to buy back Zlon Farm." "I'm sure," said Susan, "It's a poor •enough place now." "Eh—you would bargain? But no. By R. E. FRANCILLON, at Behold that for which the Queen of £heba would give her eyes!" He drew from the depths of an iron chest a leather roll, froin which, after much untying knots, he took a long strip of something, neither parchment nor paper, yet not unlike tbem, and with the greatest delicacy of handling held it open before Susan's bewildered eyes. It was covered with strange, faded marks. "I come from the" East," said Old Nick with some little dignity. "I come from a great, beautiful lake called, Van, in the land of Vasbouragan, where Tigris flows. Shamlram reigned there, and Yewa bathed In It, and Lillth, too"—he crossed himself—"for aught I can tell. There are many col umns there, with old writing, and I learned to read them, because every body said that the gold of Paradise was at the bottom of the lake, and that anybody who could read the col umns would find out bow to get the gold, and the way to Ophir as well." "And did you find I'-'JCo. Only chronicles of the war of the Great Shamlram. But when I grew up and carried nothing but my knowledge with me out into the world I chanced once to find myself at the city of Mosoul. There I took service as scribe with a hound of a Turk, who said 1 robbed and cheated him, and had me beaten on the soles of my feet till I could not stand. Ah, learning is a dangerous thing. I carried only one Jewel away from Mosoul.". "Is it here?" "It is before your eyes It is this paper of Egyptian reed, written with words like the columns by the lake, -that nobody could read but me! It -tells of a great Phenician city in the West, named by the name Its moth er, Tyre a greater Carthage an eighth wonder of the world. At first I thought it was all lies, and I hate to be told lies. But the more I learned, the more I knew it to be true, I had followed up the history of the paper It had been a talisman, an heirloom I bought up everything with writing on it from Druze and Arab, and light I often got—much light sometimes and those no use to me I sold at a thousand per cent of profit to learned men In Venice and in Rome or to the Jews! I studied the science of geography. I—but you are not learned. You would not understand how I came to know that the great city must be buried under Zion Farm!" "Under Zion Farm?" "Or hard by. I would "The QoMen Flood," "Face to Fan,' Etc. Hot take a million of guineas for Zlon Farm! No. For forty years long I have been wan dering like the children of Israel in the wilderness In search of my prom ised land. And would I soli it, like that fool Esau, for a mess of—butter and cream? If you want Zion Farm for yourself, there's only cue way." "What is that?" "Take—MB!" "Oh, sir," she faltered, "I (lon't real ly want anything at all." "Yes, you do! You wart all the -diamonds and rubies and emeralds and camel loadp of gold that has been waiting for me for two thousand years —and all you can buy with them. You want to save your father from the gallows and to buy all your friends second-hand boats and wear silk and cashmere, and give up churning. Why, I'll give you this room yos stand in for a dowry. You're no fool. No, don't: tell me you are, becuuse you're nothing of the kind. It Isn't as If I was ugly, or shabby,' or seven feet high. What are you standing there for, staring? Wliy, the gruat Queen Shamlram would jump at lue out of her grave?" "Oh—but I Can't. I can't, Indeed!" was air she'could say.. "Why not? I tell you It's your duty -to pay your father's creditors. Do you suppose I shan't makt you a good husband? I've never seen a woman 1 wanted to marry before," Said he "I've never frittered awaya thing Jov# no more than money. You won't find man like me in a hundred years, and then you'll be too old. Be my •wife—do you hear? Be the happiest woman in the wcrld." "Please don't say anything more! We've been good friends—Indeed, I can't be anything more." "You mean you're in love with some body else!" he suddenly stormed. "No —hold your tongue. Don't tell me you're not. You are!" His eyes seemed to piercs her through and through. CHAPTER XVII. Had he been sent mad, as so many have been, by a dream of treasure? Susan, as she was driven home In si lence by a man from the Inn, with whom Old Nick had .made an exceed ingly hard bargain, would certainly have thought so had she not bean im pressed by .the evidence of' bis actual wealth. That roll of papyrus had ex cited her Imagination. Yet being sane, what could It all mean—a buried treas ure city under Zlon Farm? No—that at any rate was absurd. Generations of Graltbs had been digging and plow ing, and nobody ever heard of their finding anything out of the way. But what would her strange old master do? Would he bear to feel that his attempted bride had ended cnly In the barren betrayal of his se cret—would he respect hers? What if she had made him the enemy of her father—of Oliver, wherever lie might bo? What if he dismissed her from the farnr? He had given her his se cret far nothing and though she bad no faith in it, he bad. And nothing: for nothing—that wos not his way. For the first time she carried home with her a heavy heart for the first time she was haunted with fear for the lad whom she had banned with brave words to conquer the world. At the entrance of the village the gig was stopped by Tom Polwarth. who, without a symptom of shyness, rather roughly bade her get down and walk to the smithy. "Miss Susan," said he, "where have you been driving with Old Nick? I'm Oliver's friend and I won't have it— so there." "I suppose," said Susan, haughtily, "I may drive with whom I please. And—I'm not going ,to be watched, Tom. I'm not a smuggler, and you're not a coastguard." "I'm no hand at an argue, Miss Su san. I'm not clever, and you are. But mind this—next time you go for a drive with Old Nick, wizard or no wizard, I'll break his bones!" "Oh, Tom, Tom, don't be hard on me," she cried, with no more argue in her than he, making up her mind at last—to cry. And to that Tom could find no reply. Was Nicephorus Bedrosian a stark, staring madman? If a sharp-witted girl's Insight failed her, how can mine succeed? I deal with facts only, leav ing theories for scholars. But I do know that it was past eleven when Nicephorus Bedrosian was startlsd by a very peculiar whistle, indeed. The start was only for a moment, consequent upon any interruption of profound study. He rose without the least hurry, and then, lighting himself with one candle, opened the door. "Come on." said he. There entered the hall a big man, in rough sailor's clothes, yet not bear ing himself like a sailor. "The Santlssima Stella's off the shore, then?" asked Nicephorus. "Any thing for me? But it musn't. be dear. I was cheated by that plate of the Marquis de Brehon. One shilling an ounce for silver not one halfpenny more. Don't say I shall, for I shall not no, not farthing more. Lancelot Ambrose!" "Yes, shut the door. I've been a prisoner In France I escaped in the Santissima Stella." "And you come to me? You expect me to hide you till you can get off again? No. Nobody comes into my house—least of all you." "Don't be alarmed," said Ambrose, with a sneer. "I don't want to be taken, of course but if I am, I've got what'll make Mr. Pitt set me free again." "Oh! Useful news about the war. But why do you come to me! I don't buy news." "I'm going to take mine to a better market. Some's for the minister some's for the Exchange!" "Then why do you come to me?" "Because I want clothes and the means to get to London. Because I want money. "Money—when you owe me—no, Mr. Lancelot Ambrose. "But suppose I give you security that'll cover all I owe you. and as much more as you like to offer? Look here." "St. Nicephorus!" Well might Old Nick exclaim when the miserable gleam of the dip became transformed into rainbow lightJ by what it fell upon—a magnificent1 dia mond set in a golden disk. "Pretty good security that," said Ambrose. "Eh?" But not a word did Nicephortis Bed rosian answer. He stood like one wrapped, not In mere iridescence, but in a vision of glories unseen by the outward eye. "Give it Into' my hands," he said, at last, in a voice hollow and trembling. "Yes. You may handle It. What did you say to an advance ot.a thou sand—say, for a year?" "What do I say?" echoed Nicepho rus, examining the disk of he rim that was engraved after the manner of a talisman. "Where did you get this, Lancelot Ambrose?" "Oh—In France. Where else does OD.) get things when one's, a prisoner of war? Do you suppose Ipicked It up on the seashore?'* "All the same, you lie. But It la all the same. It Is business. Mr. Am brose, I will advance three thousand if you will telll me where this was found." "No, no." "Four thousand "Nor twenty thousand. ?ome, peo ple in your business don't ask tfuos tlons, you know. I might have gdt it by piracy, or on the highway. I iVIglit have been robbing church. I tfllglit have——" He shuddered for a irio mevt, and glanced sharply over his shoulder. Old Nick fell again to examining- the disk of gold, and the characters en graved thereon, now and then stealing a glance at Ambrose. "He won't take twenty thouMnd guineas, eh?" Old Nick was brood ing. "Not twenty thousand to tell where this was found. That means there 1s more to be found, and he knows where. He says he has been in France, ehT That means FrancA is Jnst the place where he has not brsn. And he brings me the very tallsnmn of the papyrus the seal of Baal-Ita moun the sign of the great city Its sacred safeguard, by which it shall be known, and whereby it shall stand or fall. Saints nnd nngels, that the grCnt City of Treasure Is found fiends and demons, that it Is found by him Who does not know what he has found! What is to be done?" "I'm waiting," said Ambrose. "One moment still- Yes what (a to be done? It is not as if I had to deal with a common fool. It Is not as if I bad a hold over him If it is true he has secrets of state he wl.'l laugh at me If he was afraid Of Ufe he would not come. Ah! the feet fol low the heart and the heart the maid en. That is true. And if the maiden how much more the gold! The heart the maiden, the feet the heart, and the rival the feet of the lover. Mr. Am brose, you shall have two thousand guineas." "When?" "To-mprrow. It shall all be arrange ed. To-mcrrow, you give me this dia mond to hold as security for two thou sand pounds." Having noisily locked the door on his visitor. Old Nick hastily put on his old hat, and reopening the door with out any noise at all, and as silently re closing it, he was In less than a min ute following the sound of a slow and heavy tramp on the road toward Porthtyre. Yes, he was right! To ward Porthtyre! Whither else should It be than toward Zion Farm? (To be continued.) A Wesley Incident. The societies met on Sundays but never at the lioAr of church service, and, when neither Wesley nor any other clergyman was present, spent the howr in prayer and religious con versation or exhortation. From ex hortation before the society to formal preaching before it was only a step but to Wesley it seemed a very long step. While In Bristol he learned, one day In 1739, that one of his converts, Thomas Maxlield, had been preaching before the Foundery society. He hur ried up to London to stop it. But his mother—who since the death of her husband ha.d been living in a room of the Foundery building—met him with a protest: "John, take care what you do with reference to that young man, for he is as surely called to preach as you are." Admonished by this counsel from one whose caution on all church lymatters he knew to be quite equal to his own. Wesley reluctantly con sented to hear /Maxfield preach. After listening, he exclaimed: "It is the Lord's doing let him do as seemth to him good." Convinced in spite of deep rooted disinclination, he sanctioned' the first Methodist lay preacher. With in a year there were twenty.—Cen tury. Where Was He Going? A gentleman having got out of all patience with his old valet, called him in, and, after giving him a sound scolding, wound up with the stereo typed phrase: "We must part." The valet stood scratching his head for a moment, and then said, with a look of much concern: "Sorry am I that we must part, yer honor, but, if we must, may I make so bold as to ask where your honor is going?" The rascal got another chance. Forced Sale. "I understand," said the city board er, "that after you allowed that artist to paint your farm you bought the picture. Was it so good?" "No terrible," replied Farmer Red top. "Then why on earth did you buy It?" "Well, you see I want to sell this farm, and if any one ever saw that picture they'd never buy it." The Real Thins. "Now that's what I call rare pres ence of mind," said Wedderly, as he glanced up from his paper. "What is it, dear?" asked his wife. "In Boston last week a man threw his mother-in-law out of the fifth-story window of a burning building and then carried a feather bed downstairs in his arms," replied the party of the first part. Not Well Received. "Yes, Jimmy, I told LIzie Casey down at de picnic dat she was like de ice cream—sweet." "Dat was fine." "But she got offended, an' I felt like de ice around de freezer." "How was dat?" "Cool an' crushed." His First Labor. "Hurrah!" exclaimed the hopeful fa ther "there may be a chance of Reg inald going to work yet." "Has he said so?" queried the mother. "No, but be has started rolling his own cigarettes." In shopping, avoid the crowded base ments or stores where "bargain hunt ers" congregate. It is better to pay a few pennies more than to breaths the bad air of these pestholes JEALOUSLY IS NO PROOF OF LOVE. NEXT TO ALICE ROOSEVELT. Miss Enid Fhaw Takes a High Place In Washington Society. Over 1,000 invitations were sent out for the brilliant function In Washing ton, when Miss Enid Shaw, daughter of Secretary of the By H»lta OlstlleW. If Jealousy be proof of love, that love is love of self. It rushes eagerly to sacrifice the sup posed object of its deep and absorbing affection upon the altar of its own vanity and selfishness, and never hesitates to drag the so-called sovereign of Its heart captive at the chariot wheels of Its caprice. A great love must of necessity be un selfish, too full of the beloved to' think of self, prizing all its talents and possessions, great or small, only as something to offer with Itself. Love is slave as well as king, and serves faithfully, joyfully, taking pride In Its humility, and ready always to sacrifice Itself with alacrity for the use and behoof of the beloved. There may be some men, and more women, who, upon making the bitter discovery that the heart which they coveted for their own had been given to another, have not only put their own claims unselfishly aside but have also done what they could to make the person so dearly loved happy with that other. Can any one deny that such affection, counting its own happiness as naght In comparison with that of its object, Is far more pure and devoted than the self-seeking passion which claims everything as Its own, and begrudges even the crumbs which fall from Its table—the mad desire which has been sung by poets, and which nowadays occa sionally figures In the police courts as preferring to slaugh ter the object of Its fierce devotion rather than relinquish It to another? No a thousand times no! Unselfishness is .the strongest proof which love can give in evidence of its own truth and sincerity. There is a faint shadow of apology In the case of the mother—the natural pang of "to bear, to rear, to lose," the giving way to another. And there Is far too much truth in the old adage, "Your son Is your son till he gets him a wife." It cannot be denied that wives are far more likely to be touchy, not to say jealous, of their husbands' mothers, than mothers are with Tegard to their sons' wives. Mother love Is, or ought to be, the most unselfish sentiment upon earth, And it is to be hoped and believed comparatively few mothers would condemn their sons to lonely Kves in order that they may keep them all to themselves until the in evitable day comes when they must leave them. But for the sister's Jealousy there Is no possible excuse. What right has any sensible woman to expect her -brother t) keep single for her sake? Yet time and again all sorts of family differences and quarrels'arise purely from bitter opposi tion to a brother's choice of a wife. Nor—singular fact— is it by any means the case that the women who keenly resent their brother's thoughts of marriage are willing to give up matrimony on his account. On the contrary, they are ready and willing to say "Yes" to the first fairly good offer nay, sometimes are already engaged or even married, In which latter condition of affairs they are seltish for their children as well as themselves. THE GROWTH OF HUMANITARIAMSM. By John 6. Stortall, President ot Illinois Humans Society. The conflict that has been going on for so many centuries between the forces of kindness and cruelty, of barbarism and civilization, still con tinues. The last 100 years has seen the greatest progress in the practical development of numanc sentiment. Animals ceased to be merely the property of their owners but became through the development and application of the divine emo tions of mercy and justice clothed with certain in herent rights. The most notable public recognition of the evidence of this humane sentiment occurred when Lord Ersklne stood up in his place in the House of Peers in 1811 and in gentle and appealing tone pleaded the cause of justice to the lower animals. Side by side with Lord Ersklne stood that great apostle of kindness, Richard Mar tin, who then represented the County Galway In both the Irish and British parliaments, whose boast was that be tween his entrance gate and his ball door lay thirty good Irish miles. Upon this vast estate the first humane se- Treasury Leslie M. Shaw, was intro duced into society. The President and his family, together with the official world of the capi tal, were present to welcome the Iowa girl into the charm ed circle of Wash ington's upper ten dons. KISS ENID SHAW. Miss Shaw is a young woman of at tractive appearance and bears a strong resemblance to her distinguished fa ther. She has dark-blue eyes and wavy brown hair, with an exquisite pink and White complexion. Last year she grad uated, after a five years' course, from Cornell College, Mount Vernon, Iowa, from which her father many years be fore graduated. It is a co-educational Institution. She then traveled in Eu rope, perfecting her French and Ger man, both of which languages she speaks fluently. Miss Shaw Is now the ranking young woman in Washington society under Miss Alice Roosevelt, and will come In for a large share of social attention. A Visible Argument. Some uneducated people are victims of the fallacy that because there are graduates of colleges who are un worthy of the Institution that has tried to do so much for them, there fore colleges are bad. The Rev. Thomas P. Hunt relates in his spirit ed autobiography an incident in which he corrected one man's prejudice. While I was acting as agent for Lafayette College I applied to a wealthy merchant for a donation, and also urged him to take a scholarship and have his sons educated. I found him so strongly confirmed in the opin ion that a college education is but the road to worthlessness that I de sisted from arguing with him. After dinner I proposed a walk. We made a thorough visit to the wharves, grog-shops and hotels of the place. After supper I remarked, "What a pity that so many of the worthless, Idle nuisances we have seen in our walk to-day have spent their time and their father's money in colleges!" "Colleges!" said he. "Why, there la not a college boy among them? They are Ignorant their parents do not go to church nor read the Bible. Col leges, Indeed!" I had him. "You see, then," I said, "that young men may be ruined with out a/college education. I admit that educated boys may be ruined, not in consequence of education, but rather In spite of it Statistics show that a smaller proportion of college students become worthless than of any other dais of young men In the country." NO WATER MAY BE NEEDED. But the department of agriculture has other resources to fall back upon. If the customary crops require water why not develop new crops that can be grown dry? This, In substanoe, is the problem the bureau of plant in dustry has set for itself. Dry land farming or "dry farming" is the name of this unique scheme. Jnst now the world is being searched for Industrial plants that can sustain life and mature crops with a-minimum of water and an elaborate life study of all such plants is under way. Oldest Family in the World. Of the 400 barons in the British House of Lords about a dozen of them date back to 1400, the earliest being 1204. The oldest family in the British Isles is the Mar family in Scotland, 1093. The Campbells, of Argyle, be gan is 1190. Talleyrand dates from 1199, and Bismarck from 1270. The Grosvenor family, the Duke of West ciety took form, for cruelty was punished by 'Humanity Martin," he being himself Judge, counsel and jury, and the offender was either committed to jail on the spot or received adequate punishment at the hands of "Humanity Martin" himself. ... The late Henry Bergh, of New York, in I860, thirty-two years later, founded the New York society in 'l868 the Maiwachusetts and Pennsylvania societies were organized, and in the following year the Illinois Humane Society was chartered by the State and organized. Now there are few of our sister States in which protection is npt given to helpless animals and children by legislative enactment and the. organization of humane societies thereunder. M. A. BANNA. These societies have always encouraged that mode of education of children known as bands of mercy, and In this interest nearly every public school In Chicago has been visited and such band.8 of mercy formed. The continu ance and efficacy of such bands necessarily depend upon the Interest of the teachers in and their devotion to the humane cause. Chicago has two ambulances with horses and a most competent man in charge for tihe relief and transportation of suffering animals. At an early day the society began the erection of street fountains, of which there are now over sixty In convenient places throughout the city of Chicago, ministering to the wants of man and beast, and for two or three years the society undertook the administration of the city dog pound. There exists the utmost cordiality between this society and all Its correspondents. The grand sum of all this humane work that Is proceeding everywhere to-day throughout the civilized world It would be impossible to estimate. "He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small For the dear God t^ho loveth us. He made and loveth all." CAPITAL AND LABOR SHOULD BE FRIENDLY. By Senator Marcus A. Kama If there are men who from force ot circumstances and their environments do not feel competent to decide ques tions of Interest for themselves, for that cfass organization is a good thing, and ernment should be employed for its annihilation. FAMILY TRAVELS 1,500 MILES TO CHICAGO IN BIG WAGON THE COVERED WAGON. MR. PRATT AND FAMILY. Walter J. Pratt, a former Wyoming rancher, reached Chicago the other day with his family after a 1,500 trip from Rock Springs, Wyo., in a covered wagon. It took Pratt Just seven weeks to make the journey. He was a cattle rancher and after selling his ranch he decided to move East, and to make the trip In true Western style. A covered wagon was secured and he Immediately proceeded to make It ready for the Journey. A spring bed was fitted to the rear of the wagon, and a stove, table and all the necessary articles they had use for were placed In the vehicle. Two of Pratt's best horses were hitched to the wagon and then the trip commenced. The travelers stopped only to feed and rest the horses. In the evening the horses were unhitched and allowed to roam the prairies. Stops were made at all cities to get supplies. Pratt Is the possessor of a valuable farm near Hlggins Lake, Michigan, and after a short stay In Chi cago started for that locality with team, wagon and family. Agricultural Department Considers the Problem of Dry Farming. It is probable that in the near future it will be possible to raise good crops without cither natural or artificial irri gation. As is apparent to everyone, even the most liberal system of irri gation will not exhaust the available arid and semi-arid regions of the west, as even when Irrigation has been ap plied to Its utmost limits there will remain some millions of acres of fer tile land that adjoins these reclaimed wastes. The lands lie principally be tween the one hundredth and the one hundredth and twentieth meridians and comprise areas over which there is a deficient rainfall, with no avail able neighboring sources of supply which might be brought to them even by canals. V.i It Is a good thing to have leaders. Dig nify labor by conservative action and by choosing as representatives men who fully appreciate and fully understand both sides of the question, men who do not feel it to be their duty to go into a fight for the sake of a "scrap." My proposition is, first, that the in terests of capital and labor are mutual second, that be cause of the greater experience and, if you please, greater Intelligence of the employers as a whole, it makes their responsibility greater, and they should go more than half, way. CURE FOR THE TRUST EVIL Br Governor Cummins of Iowa. It Is my firm belief that if all cor porations are so organized that the ag gregate par value of. their bonds and stocks is limited to the actual value of the capital contributed to the corpora tion the trust question will not long vex the people of the United States. The corporation or association that brought into existence for the express purpose of suppressing competition by the purchase or consolidation of inde pendent plants covering the whole, field GOV. CUMMINS. and that proposes to destroy the fore* of potential competition by the same method Is a vicious and unlawful combination, and' all the powers, ot gov* minster, 10GG the Austrian house of Hapsburg goes back to 952, and the house of Bourbon to S64. The descend ants of Mohammed, born 570, are all registered carefully and authorita tively in a book in Mecca by a chief of the family. Little or no doubt ex ists of the absolute authenticity of the long line of Mohammed's descendants. In China there are many old families, also among the Jews. But in point of pedegrees the Mikado of Japan has a unique record. His place has been filled by members of bis family for more than 2,(500 years. The present Mikado is the 122d In the line. The first one was contemporary with Ne buchadnezzar CCG years before Christ The Pope's Sleeping Car. Although the pope never travels he owns a sleeping car, which was con structed in 1808, when the line from Rome to Naples was opened. It will be exhibited at the Milan exhibition in 1905 to inaugurate the Simplon tunnel. There are three compartments—a throneroom, a car for the guard of honor and a bedroom. The throneroom is richly furnished and has a cupola engraved with the papal arms and the twelve apostles. The carriage 1s so arranged that the pope when seated on his throne is plainly visible and can give his benediction to the crowds at the stations. The sleeping car Is divided into three parts—bed, bath and dressing rooms—which are hung with yellow and white, the papal col ors. The bed is of ebony and ivory. Irate Father—Ah! how is it I catch you kissing my daughter, sir? Answer me, sir how Is It? Young Man—Fine, sir, fine!—Philadelphia Ledger. No man is always right—and If he is a married man It's ten to .tne that he's never rl»"h* Aunt Dikah'1 Silver WeddKng, Old Dinah Jackson, the ebonVhued cook of the Blank family, camc her employer one day, and said, "i jm very sorry, Mis' Blank, very sortyrJU,t I cayn't do out yo' wash till Ch'cwsday next week. I hope bit'll be all de same to you." "I suppose I'll have to wait ..until Tuesday if you really cannot come on Monday, as usual but it will be rather Inconvenient for me to put off my washing to oblige you. Why cannot you come on Monday?" "Well, to tell de truf, I wants ter celebrate my sllvah weddln' Monday, an' I shall be needed ter home ter git ready to' my comp'ny." "Your sltver wedding? Why, Dinah, I had no idea that you nnd Mr. Jack son had been married twenty-five years." "Oh, we ain't ter tell dye ackshul truf but, you see, I be'n mahlde 'leven yeahs ter Mistah Jackson, an' I was maliied fo'teen yeahs ter my fust hus band, an' hit so happens dat Mistah Jackson was maliied fo'teen ygahs ter his fust wife, an* 'leven on' make twenty-five, so hit seer 'nough fo' us ter celerbrate on weddin', don't hit?"—Womatfff Horn* Companion. A Physician's Statement. Yorktown, Ark., Jan. 11.—Leland Williamson, M. D.. one of our cleverest phvsiclans, lias made a statement. In dorsing Dodd's Kidney Pills and say ing that lie uses them in his dally prac tice In preference to any other kidney medicine. His statement has created a profound sensation, as it is somewhat unusual for a physician to publicly in dorse anything in the shape of a patent medicine. Dr. Williamson says: "After twenty years' prnctlce in a sickly and malarious country I have come to the conclusion that it is al ways best to use the remedy that will relieve and cure my patients whether ethical or not. "I have used Dodd's Kidney Pills with uniform success In the1 various forms of Kidney Disease, Pain in the Back, Gout, Rheumatism. Inflamma tion and Congestion of the Kidneys and all kindred diseases I always pre scribe Dodd's Kidney Pills lp sue* cases and can testify that tl«%y inva-' riably restore the Kidneys to tbe^-.nor mal state and thereby relieve thwvwod of accumulated poisons, producing prompt and effective cures." Before and Alter. "Do you believe in the eternal fitness of things?" asked the youth. "I used to," replied the sage, "but that was before my wife began to make my shirts." Haw's This! Wo offer One Hundred Dollars Reward for any case ot Catarrh that cannot be cured by Iisli gf co., Props., Toledo, O. We the undersigned have known F. J. Cheney for the last is yean, and believe him perfectly honorable in til business transactions and finan cially able to carry out any obligation made by WEST'STBCAX.Wholesale Druggists, Toledo.O. WAMJIWQ. KIWKAN A MABVIN, Wholesale Druggists. Toledo. O. Ban's Catarrh Cure Is taken Internally, acting directly upon the blood and mucous surfaces of the system. Price 75c. per bottle. Sold by all Druggists. Testimonials free. Hall's Family Fills are the beat. Is WHEN IN NEED OF A BITI nth Loados Hotel Dining-room* Tables Heaped with Food. In the-dining-room of nearly every hotel in London one finds around table filled with cold, fowl, cold bam, roast beef, tongue, and mutton, cold lobster, and salmon, with mayonnaise and many "chaudfrolds* so masked with jelly and so attractively garnished that one knows before tasting that they must be good. At breakfast and lunch time, and even when in need of a bite before go ing to bed, the true Englishman makes a tour of Inspection around this table in order to select the particular palate tickler ot his own fancy. But the us ual breakfast of the ordinary mortal Is tea, toast, muffins, or very hard cold rolls, with eggs or bacon—and the in evitable Jam. This jam Is always ob tainable at any English table, and it Is of many varieties, orange, plum, or strawberry predominating. When the unspoiled American comes along, how ever, he Is served with boiled coffee, warmed-over rolls, ice water, and all the different kinds of jam at oute. He swallows this, with eggs or bj|B^gnd then he wonders why his I^Mtion doesn't digest The boiled egg Z& the true test of patriotism. The English man eats his In the proper manner, of course he sets it up in a tiny cup, proceeds to absorb it most daintily with a tiny spoon. But the American asks for two, and he wants them broken into a glass tumbler or goblet, and he then chops them furiously, add ing salt, pepper and butter until they are thoroughly mixed into a delicious mess which tastes better than it looks. Good Housekeeping. GIVES "GO." Food That Carries One Alone. It's nice to know of food that not only tastes delicious but that puts the snap and go into one and supplies stay ing power for the day. A woman says: "I have taken enough medicine in my time to furnish a drug store, but in later and wiser years I have taken none but have de pended, for the health I now enjoy, on suitable and sustaining food of which I keep on hand a tested varisty, plain but nourishing. "Of these my main dependency is Grape-Nuts, especially If I have bellbre me a day of unusual effort, either tojln- tal or physical. In this case I foniT£ myself the first thing in the morning with about four teaspoonfuls of Grape Nuts moistened with cream and not much else for breakfast and the amount of work I can then carry through successfully without fatigue or exhaustion is a wonder to those about me and even to myself. "Grape-Nuts food is certainly a won derful strengthens and is not a stimu lant, for there is no reaction after wards, but it is sustaining and strengthening, as I have proved by long experience." Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. There's a reason four teaspoonfuls of Grape-Nuts and cream will add more strength and carry one further than a plateful of coarse, heavy food that Is nearly all waste. Grape-Nuts food Is condensed, pre-digested and de licious. It contains the parts of the Wheat and Barley grains that supply the rebuilding parts for Brain and Nerve Centers. Look la each package for a copy of the famous little, book, "The Road Wellvllle."