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THE TOPEKA DAILY STATE JOURNAL SATUBD AY EVENING. OCTOBER 31, 1908.
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WE HAVE DISCOVERED
A
PAIMT
AT LAST THAT IS WHAT YOU NEED
Just read what the the manufacturer guarantee for Ebonite Paint :
"For Tin or Iron Roofs and Structures, Bridges, Felt,
Paper, Canvas or Shingle Roofs, will outlast any. other
paint on earth, or no charge for what is used. Will make
and old roof as good as new. It is always elastic. Never
dries hard enough to crack or peel, and heat never af
fects it sufficiently to make it run. Is Absolutely Fire
Proof. A live coal placed on wood or metal covered with
the Paint will not ignite it. Dries in 12 to 24 hours;
Odorless and tasteless; therefore doesn't affect rainwater."
This paint is no doubt the greatest
discovery in the way of Roof Coating
in resent years, and is absolutely
guaranteed not to run, crack, peel or
blister for six years. The price is
$1.00 a gallon in small lots. On half
barrels and barrels a reduction will
be made. Come in anjl we will tell
you more about it.
213 e. 6th st. J Miller Lumber Co. 213 L 6th St
A new book by Henry Wallace'
Phillips. The Mascot of Sweet Briar
Oulch ha JuKt been published in
sumptuous style by the Bobbs-Merrlll
company.
A straight appeal to the sympathies
through the faith of childhood, the su
preme, universal appeal. A brave
story, full of action and honest senti
ment, compact of simple emotions
and elemental virtues--courage, kind
ness, the never-say-die friendships of
men close to nature, and love of the
open reaches and the steep places. A
remembrance book, for people do not
forget the stories which aim their eyes
and mellow their lives. That is The
Mascot of Sweet Briar Gulch.
The author, whose robust humor Is
no less because his tenderness is
greater than ever. Invites you to know
the heart of a man, the heart of a
boy and the heart of a girl. The man
Is homely and plain and big-hearted,
the kind of man who belongs to his
name, Jim. And the boy, too, wears
the same name with Just as good a
right. The man is out west. You're
not formally introduced to him; that,
somehow, amid thesa plains and
mountains, seems unnecessary- The
boy Jim is adopted by the man Jim
after he has run away from the cruel
people who call themselves his par
ents, but who obviously are not, and
who have beaten and starved him in
the slums of New York. The part
nership and the mutual devotion of
the two Jims that's the story, plus
the woman in the case, of course.
She a Big Jim's sweetheart, back in
the east, and his love of her is the
underlying motive of all that occurs.
Well, it Just weaves its spell around
your heart, until you're laughing one
minute and crying the next, or, more
likely, doing both at the same time.
And when Little Jim rescues Big Jim
from the sunken shaft, you want to
get up and yell your delight, and you
actually do it when the girl decides
he will have Jim after all.
The Mascot of Sweet Briar Gulch
Is one of those rare stories that have
the happy effect of making people
think better of themselves and of
each other, of lifting one's estimate of
human nature, of unconsciously melt
ing barriers and of leaving a sweet
taste in the mouth. It is. therefore,
particularly appropriate as a gift In
the holiday season, and the extremely
attractive appearance of the volume
Increases and heightens this appro
priateness. It is long since we have
een in any book better illustrations
than Mr. Cootes's charming pictures
for Mr. Phillip's charming story.
The Macmlllan company is publish
ing this week "The Ladles' Pageant "
by E. V. Lucas; "De Llbrts," by Aus
tin Dobson; "Uncle Tom Andy Bill "
by Charles Major; "Fairies or
Sorts" by Mrs. Moles-worth; "My
Memoirs," Volume V. by Alexandre
uma: "The Origins of the British
Colonial System," by George Louis
Beer; "Co-operation at Home and
Abroad," by C. R. Fay.
The latest writer to get Into the class
ef Conan Doyle and Anna Katharine
Green as a concocter of mystery fic
tion is Mary Roberts Rinehart. author
of The Circular Staircase. This book
of curiously intricate plot had its
origin in a familiar experience. Ask
nine persons out of ten to describe a
spiral stairway, and they will leave off
speech and begin making, frantic ges
tures and gyrations. The observance
cf this amusing spectacle suggested to
Mrs. Rinehart that the circular stair
case .was an architectural device of ro
.mantlc possibilities. Then, one sum
mer, the Rinehart took a large coun
try house, near a popular golf course.
It was an ideal scene for mysterious
happening, and over in the right wing
was the circular staircase itself! The
story was worked out In this propi
tious atmosphere.
A striking feature of the November
World's Work is a - photograph taken
at night of Mr. Orvllle Wright aero
plane in flight. This photograph was
taken after 7 o'clock on September 9
Just before Mr. Wright descended from
a flight. It was dusk and the moon
had risen. Mr. A. Radclyffe Dnemnr.
was making pictures for The World's
Work and. not caring to carry home
one unexposed plate, took a chance
snapshot of one-hundredth of a second
at the flying machine. Three hours
were required for developing the nega
tive. The fastest plate and lens to be
had were used, and made possible this
remarkable photograph which renders
even the delicate shadows of the moon.
Boys gins, too, for that matter
may soon add to their adventure books
xne loung Alaskans, which the Har.
pers are about to publish, an exciting
and novel story by Emerson Hough,
wrote The Btorjr of the Cowboy.
The Mississippi Bubble, etc. The scene
of this new story is Kaludiak Bay, one
of the wildest spots in Alaska, and
there are three heroes.
Mr. Howells has added And Others
to the title of his new volume of es
says Roman Holidays. The mani
fold impressions and warmth of mood
In the new book are said to reflect
the author's previous essays, Venetian
Life and Italian Journeys, with a
spirit even more ardent. It is to be
remembered that in the eyes of many
of Mr. Howells's readers he is at his
best in the essay, and therefore one
of the very few writers of the pres
ent day whose achievements in fiction
do not obscure all other forms in
prose.
The first review of Ouida's "Hel
lanthus" appears in the scholarly and
conservative columns of The New
York Tribune and offers a striking il
lustration of the change in the criti
cal attitude towards Quida since the
days of her early popularity. Twenty,
or even ten years ago, there were few ,
critics of standing who dared to avow
a liking for her books. But the Trib
une writer gives her the highest
praise, not only for the characteristics
that everyone concedes, but also for
some rare personal virtues. "The
book," he says, "is fairly suffused
with that humanitarian enthusiasm
which was part of her character from
the very beginning. -. . The book
Is a "cry from the heart. It Is written
with a burning indignation against
selfishness, materialism and cruelty,
and as though, the writer had not the
patience to look to mere questions of
local color, to waste any time on the
mere machinery of fiction. She gath
ers up the emotions of a lifetime and
hurls them against the powers that
dwell In luxury, waxing fat on oppres
sion. . . . Vehement and even
overwrought though the book may be,
it touches the imagination with a
sense of Ouida's true nobility of feel
ing, her tender sympathy and her
complete good faith. 'Helianthus'
win take a place apart In the list of
ner works as a poignant souvenir of
a lovable personality
Howard Pvle has written ani illus
trated with his painting a book
which the Harpers will publish this
month entitled The Ruby of Kish
moor. The ruhv i niiiai,.
which suggests pirates as a matter
of course. In the course of the pic
tures one blood-curdling outlaw of
the ships Is said to bear a satisfactory
resemblance to the ideal pirate In
name's Peter Pan.
The Red Ttnnb M.m.i. e -vr-
yember is virtually an edition de luxe.
It is doubted if any of the more pop
ular magazines have ever put forth
a more a.trrartlv. nnmKAn c.n.niti..
?!?".? 8 the half-tone - printing.
in every particular is worthy
of the matter It illustrates. The Is
sue is oneneri wits ..,.- t.,v,
trait studies, followed by the last ar-
siriKing series Charles Ed
ward Russell has been writing on our
international marriages.
Ry far the most important book
which KtntfoQ -m i
..... . - . . u l J own IB . 11"
novel bvReatrlfa Harra.n h .nthin
of ' Ships That Pass In the Night." "In-
lerpmy - u is - called, and in a style
which ahowa Mf.a u.,..ii.. . -i v.
er and more mature stage of develop
ment, ii tens a cnarming love story,
infused with the ideas that are moving
modern nmen rf .,nb.ui in.
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women will be the three new books.
nais on oriental China." by J. F.
Blacker, "Chats on Miniatures," by J.
J Pftfitpr nnd tCUatm i J T i
Needlework," by Mrs. Lowes.. They are
. muHiraiea, ana are triumphs
of delicate book-making. "Some Old
English Abbeys," in the Old England
series. Is an Inexpensive and at the
same time delightful little volume well
Illustrated. For children Stokes will
publish 'Familiar Nursev Jingles," il
lustrated by Ethel Franklin Betts, with
many line drawings, and Ave splendid
COlOr Pictures Tt la a nnmnonlnn hnlr
to "Favorite Nursey Rhymes," by the
wnicn provea so popular
last year. "Animals of the World for
loung i-eopie," by Tudor Jenks an I
Charles R. Knight, is simple, well-written
and comprehensive, illustrated with
colored plates of nearly two hundred
animals.
No disciple of the simple life is bet
ter known than John Burroughs and
his world-famous summer home,
SlabSlripB. A hrlet. wall. . I ; I
. , " " ' " ncttlk kill CO 1 1 1 1 1 T I
throueh winning r.ah .u .
of the mountains from' the diminutive
station at West Park brings us to
nrsi seems a mere hunter'!
shanty. In the midst of the woods
tew;
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John Burroughs As He Appears Today.
(Copyright by Underwood & Underwood.)
surrounded on every side by nature In
its primeval state, resides one of the
best known authors of today, John
Burroughs. His cabin, which he has
built of slabs, was built entirely by
Mr. Burroughs himself. It consists of
one living room with a fireplace at the
end. A small kitchen adjoins and an
alcove at the side completes the
house. It was in this alcove that
President Roosevelt slept and it was
here that the president's son spent a
happy week with the eccentric
author.
Mr. Burroughs likes this life and
spends most of the summer months
here. A short distance from West
Park, overlooking the Hudson, is his
magnificent residence, where his wife
and family reside and where he
spends his winters. Contrary to the
general belief Mr. Burroughs is not
surrounded at Slabsides by any exten
sive library or even his own works.
These are all kept at his residence on
the Hudson. "
Mr. Burroughs is very pleasant and
cordial to visitors anji accepts the
necessity of being photographed with
the best possible grace.
Slabsides did not cost Mr. Bur
roughs to exceed J150, besides his
work, but it is the one place he en
joys himself most. He prepares his
own meals in the small kitchen and,
in fact, is the only occupant of his
summer home, with the exception of
an -occasional visitor.
The recent publication of some of the
changes which have been rung on the
eccentric titles of Meredith Nicholson's
novels has called forth reports of other
parodies and adaptations from all parts
of the country. Thus, from Montana
comes the story of a bachelor cottage
at Helena, named The House of a
Thousand Scandals, wherein dwell a
Journalist, a lawyer and an engineer.
The Journalist is Mark Mattoon a
prominent northwestern critic. TM
House of a Thousand Scandals is the
rendezvous of newspaper men, musi
cians, artists, actors, lecturers, poli
ticians, travelers and musicians. In
the buffet is kept The Little Brown Jug
of Killcare.
Charles Copeland, the animal artist,
has made some drawings this season
that are remarkable even for him. They
illustrate scenes from the life of a
common black bear of the Allegheny
mountains, but into the pictures Mr.
Copeland has put so much life and feel
ing and so much human Interest that
they are unusual to a marked degree.
One of the illustrations shows Bruin's
first experience with a porcupine,
which is so realistic that we can al
most Imagine we hear the bear snort
ing with pain at the sting of the cruel
quills in his moist black muzzle. Bruin
stands upon his hind legs with one paw
raised ready to strike the offending lit
tie animal a crushing blow, and the
look of anger in his small black eyes 1
almost human. The illustrations wer
made for Clarence Hawkes' new bear
story, "Black Bruin." which is Issued
this fall by Jacobs & Co.
eating pickles and oranges and ban
nanas and a lot of other truck. Den't
tell me she hasn't, for I know better.
Headache, and the . house all upset!
Nice old ranche this for a man to come
home to! It's no wonder that ten thou
sand husbands In the United States are
driven to drink every year. We'll see
aboutjthat neaJache."
Wii that he came tramping up
stairs and I hid in the clothes closet.
He made more noise than a horse com
ing up, and he had no sooner entered
the room than he almost yelled out:
"Well, .this is the test of you! J've
warned you a thousand times over, but
it has done no good. ., It's no-use In go
ing for the -doctor.!'. Any one can aee
that your days are numbered."
""It's only a headache," said Mrs.
Bowser, as she tried to smile.
'Only! Only a headache! And what
Is that headache going to lead to? Wo
man, if you have brought about your
own death don't blame me. You can't
hog down a dozen bananas, skins and
all, and expect to live more than a
few hours."
"I haven't eaten a banana in two
months."
Then it's raw cabbage or some sucn
thing. Well, don't look to me lor any
sympathy. I shall bury you, of course.
but don't expect anything more.
Then be tipped over a chair, walked
over to the bureau and opened the
drawers and slammed them shut, and
had begun to whistle as loud as he
could when my daughter asked: .
"Mr. Bowser, won t you sena ior
mother?" . - , .
"Sonii fnr vour mother!" he fairly
howled, as he whirled around on her.
Send for that old bat! Never: .Never
in this world!" ' ' .
'But If I am going: to die 1 anouia
like her with me."
"She can t come. II sne was nere
know Just what she would do.
She'd "
"So do I know," I said, as I sud
denly walked out on him.
M r Knwser Biaeftereu over iw a.
chair and sunk into it. and his face
turned as white as flour. He nao
hwn raneht red-nanaea. j. stooa giv-
Ine him the stony stare for a long
three minutes, and then he worked up
narv. .nnn?h to ask:
'Who Invited you aown nere ai mis
time?" .
T didn't have to wait ror an invita
tion. Dinner is on the table, and we
wyi go down. .We can talk as we eat."
"There's no talking to be done," he
iirtiir nhxerved. as he drew away.
"There's a heap of it, Samuel, and I
want you to come along."
He shut nis jaw ana nucs oui
awhile, but eventually followed me
down stairs. Then he tried to graD
his hat and overcoat and make a sneak
for it. but I had an eye on mm ana
prevented. I finally got him down to
the dining room and the table, but he
refused to eat. That made no differ
ence in the programme, however. I
hpirati tn talk to him like a mother
in-law. I am an emeriy woman oi
pronounced opinions. I proceeded to
reel off some of those opinions for his
benefit. He hadn't got more than a
quarter of a dose before he rose up
to go, saying sometning aouui buiuiuc,
hut I sauatted him down and kept him
there until I had said all I wanted to.
Mr. Bowser wasn't exactly quiescent
under my fire. He uttered exclama
tions about cats and bats and mother-In-laws,
and fourteen different times
he said that he would leave the house
if I diidm't, but we were botn tnere
when I got through talking. That is,
when I got through talking for Just
then I went upstairs to see my
daughter, and had scarcely got there
when I heard him rattling and bang
ing at the furnace in the cellar. I de
scended part way and stopped him by
threats of the crowbar." Then he took
a notion to fix a door In the kitchen.
and I had to make some blood-curdling
threats before he would cease nam
mering and sawing. Then he came up
into the sitting room and got out an
old harp and began strumming on it
and singing. I didn't have to waste
words on him on this occasion. As
soon as he saw me comin" he cuddled
down, and I left him playing solitaire
with a pack of cards as I went up
again.
BOWSER'S MOTHER-IN-LAW.
She Makes an Unexpected Appearance
Again.
I am Samuel Bowser's mother-in-law
The other night I had a dream about
him. I dreamed that he was swelling
around the house and finding fault and
raising Cain generally, and - the first
thing in the morning, being a believer
in dreams, I packed my satchel and
started for the depot. I arrived at Mr.
Bowser's house about an hour before
he was due for dinner, and found my
daughter in bed sick with headache.
She was also worrying over what her
husband would say when he came
home and found the routine of the
house interrupted.
"Mary, you just cease to worry about
him, says l, as tears stood in ner eyes.
"Your mother is here to look out for
you, and if Samuel comes home and
goes to cavorting around he'll hear
something drop. If he comes home
with a 'spell' on there'll be a shindy
that'll make his hair curl.
The hired girl had been posted before
Mr. Bowser reached home, and he
didn't get a hint of my presence. When
he entered the house and failed to find
his poor victim in the hall to greet him
he banged the front door and stamped
around until he was told that Mrs
Bowser was lying down with a headache.
"She is, eh!" he shouted. "Lying
down with a headache, is she? Who
brought on the headache?"
The girl informed him that she didn't
know.
"But I do!" he blustered. "She's been
" cent MOMjLsMw.t.;'t mid i.fto ooomuO?
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Proprietor
113 -129
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Topeka,' Kansas.
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I Deposits Now - - - - - $2,050,000
..m mm i u 1 1 n 1 1 1 'i i"M m i ii i im i m 1 1 1 miti
J. R. BURROW, President. P. I. BONEBRAKE, Vice Pres.
& S OTT, Vice Pres. E. B. AMES, Cashier.
P. C THOMPSON. Arft Cashier.
The Central National Bank
of Topeka
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individuals and respectfully solicits their
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consistent with conservative banking.
DIRECTORS
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J. R. BURROW.
A. W BRON.SON.
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IRON EHCE.?
Then Mr. Bowser sneaked on me.
Half an hour later I came down to
mnlrff soma fresh tea. and found him
gone. I am that sort of a woman j
that when I strike a son-in-law's trail
I never leave it until he is my mutton. .
I put on my things and went looking
for Mr. Bowser. I heard of him on I
several corners, but it was nearly an
hour before I overhauled him. He
was leaning against an iron fence with
his hands in his pockets and his hat
pulled down, but I knew him at once.
He started off as I grabbed for his ear,
but a kind-hearted little boy, whom I
shall certainly remember in my will,
ran ahead of me and seized him by the
coat-tails and hung on until I could
come up.
"Come home. Samuel.' I said, as I got
a Kood hold.
He said he'd died right then and there
first, but he didn't. A policeman came
alone and advised him to trot, and thus I
rot him home. Then I sat down and took
a chair in front of him and labored with
him. That is. I began a monologue that
lasted for three hours, and every time he
pretended to doze oft I rave him the toe
of my shoe and roused him up. I waded
into the Bowsers for a hundred years
back. I compared him to an owl. a pole,
cat. a toad, a gobbler and a hundred other
thlnir. -1 hurled threats at him that
brought shivers to my own spine. When
ever he tried to protest 1 menaced him.
Whenever he tried to get up to go I
threatened his life.
Three hours did the trick. The bluffer
was bluffed. I wore him right down. His
wife could have done It years ago if she
had onlv had the grit and pertinacity.
If sho had gone for him the first time
he ever veiled "woman!" at her he
would have been aa humble as a rabbit
the rest of his davs. After the first hour
I saw that I was gaining on it. and I
never let up for a minute until the bells
struck one o'clock. Then Mr. Bowser
suddenly collapsed in a heap, and after
I had rubbed a wet rag over his face and
revived him he rose tin and put his arms
around me and murmured:
"Oh. vcu dear old thing, but I'm so
thankful that you came and that we have
had th's delightful talk together!"
At the present writing he is following
me about the house and wishing he could
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die for me. and I think I have him bluff
ed for as much as two weeks ahead.
Mothers-in-law. trv mv recipe and take
no-other. SARAH THOMPSON,
Motber-in-Law of Mr. Bowser.
(Copyrighted, 1908, by T. C. McClure.)
A ' Mean Man. "Saw something charm
ing in a spring hat today." "Describe It;
there's a dear." "Well, blue eyes, curly
hair " "Wretoh! Never speak to me
again!" Louisville Courier-Journal.
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