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The signs Is bad wlien folks com
A-flndln' fault with Providence,
And balkin' 'cause the earth don't shake
At ev'ry prancin' step they take.
•No man is great till he can see
How less than little he would be
Ef stripped to self, and stark and bare
He hung his sign out anywhere.
My doctern is to lay aside
Contentions and be satisfied.
Jest do your best, and praise er blame
That toilers, that counts jest the same.
•I've alius noticed great success
Is mixed with troubles more or less,
And it's the man who does the best
That gets more kicks than all the rest.
James Whitcotnb Rily.
Not the pleasantost thing on earth
Is a lone man's life In a Mexican m-.n
--ir.g camp. Which thought, in all it 3
f-rce, struck Savitz in the commence
ment cf li.s second year in Pinal de
A moles. The first year he had not no
ticed it so much. When a man has a
hitherto mismanaged mine and con
centrating plant to put oa a paying ba
s>3 that will please gentlemen of the ills
of those who owned the Londpn Mining
and Concentrating Company, Limited,
he lies not time to speculate over tho
loneliness and general melancholy of
bis headquarters. And Savitz was not
a man who particularly minded loneli
ness. He thought he had a future
ahead of him. There was a fortune to
be made for somebody in this abom
inable. wallcd-ln Mexican camp, and ho
was the man to make it. Besides all
of which, there was a girl off there in
London who was waiting and praying
for his success and the raising of his
salary. He was very fond of the girl.
There are sonfe God-forsaken spots
In Mexico. Pinal de Amole3 was of
these the most forsaken. And when
Savitz. after fourteen months' desper
ate struggle, finally had ihe mill and
the mine running in tiptop order and
began to see rosy visions of a "ri3e"
within iho next twc!v<> months —the di
rectors were not gentlemen to be hur
ried—the dreariness began each day
to sink deeper into his soul.
To got an occasional newspaper and
the weekly letter in a big, square white
envelope, Savitz had to ride forty miles
over a rough trail road to the station,
to which the burros packed. He could
have sent a mozo, but he preferred to
go himself—it broke the monotony.
Not that there was anything to see en
route, save cactus and clumps of mes
quite and the bleaching bones of cattle,
and now and then a heap of stones,
surmounted by a rude cross, marking
the place where some lonely traveler
had been robbed and murdered.
Halfway between the ferrocarril and
Pinal there was a sort of Indian pue
blo, however, where lived old Joaquin,
the owner of several burro trains. And
coming back from the station one
glowing hot day, Savitz stopped to
speak to the old rascal about the hiring
of scrae burros for the freighting of
mineral to the railway. Joaquin, un
fortunately, was exceedingly drunk; so
was his wife; and Savitz was perforce
obliged to speak to a very pretty half-
Indian girl who was taking care of the
couple of "shameless ones."
Her name was Dolores, she told Sa
vitz, shyly, and she was the niece of old
Joaquin. Her heme was over near the
coast —oh, many leagues away —four or
five days; she did not like her home; it
was very triste. She liked th e amuse
ment and the dancing. And Joaquin,
her tio, was very "amiable"—but for
the drinking.
Now Dolores wa3 more than pretty—
she was downright beautiful, with an
appealing mixture of Indian and Span
ieh charm, and eyes and hair of old
Castile, and she was spotlessly clad
and sweet and fresh—in fact, the first
pretty woman that Savitz had laid
eyes upon for many a long month.
Wherefore he told her that perhaps ho
had best do nothing about the burros
Inst then, until Don Joaquin was—re
covered. And he would come back
again in a few days, the day after to
morrow, perhaps manana. And then
he said "adois —hasta la vista, senori
ta," and rode away; a sweet, dark face
with Spanish eyes and crimson lips
haunting his eyes and fancy.
Of course he went back and hired the
burros the very next day. The day
after that he found that he needed sev
eral more animals. That necessitated
another visit. Something else came up,
too, in a few more days—again was it
"necessary" that he see Don Joaquin,
who by this time was beginning to
chuckle to himself, seeing opportunity
lor a grod bargain. lie was a poor]
man; why, therefore, should he support
a muchacha who could do better for
herself than could her poor tio? Be
sides the which, he (Joaquin) needed
bedly the sum of five hundred pesetas
' to invest in new burrco for the trail.
Surely the scnor could afford that? As
for the g'irl—earramba, he would ar
range that.
Now, Savitz ova 3 not a thorough,
sco.mp. He had thought it all over to
himself, and reasoned out matters, and
finally told hl3 conscience that the
thing would hurt nobody. Here was
tho girl, a born lady at heart and pret
ty as they make them, in the power of
this dirty old Indian thief who would
sell her to the diablo himself for a
hundred pesos. Why not engage her
as ills housekeeper, to look after his
clothes and keep the place decent?
There could be no possible reason
against it He would see that she was
well paid, and her life would be pleas
ant. What wroDg was there? As well
his housekeeper as the abused and beat
en wife of some brute of a muleteer.
So Tio Joaquin received the sum of
three- hundred pesos, with Dolores in
exchange, under the strict understand
* ing that the senor was In another year
to be married, when his wife, perhaps,
might object to a housekeeper, at
v/hich time Dolores would be returned
to her uncle or her coast home with
full and sufficient pay for her eervices.
To which the worthy tio assented eag
erly, with assurances that the above
would be explained at length to Do
lores. Which, of course, the old
wretch had no Intention of doing. Do
lores was a good girl, and wore the
image of the Virgin around her lovely
throat—well knew the tio that she
wuid never consent to anything not
gccd. So he told her that in the coun-
*try of the white senor the marriage
law consisted merely in taking the wo
man you cared for to your own home
upon the payment of a certain sum of
money. Of course, it was different
from their own country, where one
must go before the reglstro and tho
padre and sign many papers, thereby
causing much trouble and many ex
penses. Of a. verity, it was of no im
Dolores loved the "white senor."
When Indian and Spanish women love,
they do it with heart, soul, and body,
and it is possible that she might havo
gone to Savitz, even without the assur
ance from Tio Joaquin that it was a
"marriage in verity." Quien sabe,
however: Do'.ores was a good girl, and
raid her prayers every night and every
Men are, after all, not wholly without
heart and conseienco—even to some of
them memory remain, for feeble prick
ing. now and then. In the long after
years, the recollection of this one year
in the little Mexican mining camp
when Dolores was with him was the
one thing that marred the peace and
content of Savitz's life.
Like many Mexican-Spanish-Indian
girls, Dolores was a strange and most
sweet mixture—without doubt, a baby
in mind. Innocent, trusting, the
thought of the outs.de world, other
men, other women, other things, came
never to her. Savitz was her idol, tho
one thing in life. To make him com
fortable and happy, with the house al
ways clean and sweet, perfumed with,
the "flowers cf San Juan" and the hun
dreds of big purple violets that swarm
ed all over the garden; to be always
at his beck and call, for him alone. wa3
to her life. With all the passion of the
Spaniard and the steadfastness of the
Indian, she loved this man. To think
of his death was the one trouble and
sadness of her life; in her girdle she
wore a tiny dagger always. To Savitz
she never explained. But long ago she
had resolved that when he died, if it
was before her, this dagger would help
her soon to join him, the "light of her
For Savitz it was at first an amuse
ment and a. source of some comfort, for.
Dolores was sweat and faithful, and she
worshipped him with heart and soul,
which at first he liked. Later it bored
him, and he began to tire of velvety
black eyes, and Castiiian love-songs,
and black hair with red roses in it.
And day by day longings grow strong
er in him for the fair sweet face, and
th gray English eyes, andAthe woman
who could understand. A doll, a play
ihing. was good for a time, but for
one's life companion one needs a wo
man. So that when a letter came from
ihe Ixndon Mining and Concentrating
Company, Limited, or.e day, with news
cf the iong-expected "rise," Savitz first
kissed the picture of his English sweet
heart and then thanked God, and then
began to prepare for a hasty trip home
to get his bride—the directors permit
ted it.
As for Dolores, understanding that
her lord was go'ng away to his tierrzi
for three years, but would surely re
turn to her after that, she could only
be brave ar.d helpful, with her own
tiny, trembling hands packing his
clothes, and forcing herself to smilo
now and then. Her quorido must not
see her triste, it would grieve him.
She must ho'.d up until he had gene;
after that, she could cry her soul out,
be would not know.
S-he was to go Imme to the coast, said
Savitz, and live there, where he would
eome for her afterward. Tio Joaquin,
no! For the tio was a drunken man
ind a beast, and Dolores must not even
see him! No, she must be good and
brave and a comfort to him, as she al
vays bad been, and go back to the coast
home. And here was money—it was
enough for her whole lifetime.
Tho leavetaking was over; Savitz
galloped off down the trail, with tho
kisses of one woman fresh on his face,
to marry and bring back in her place
the woman from over the seas.
Dolores watched until his form could
oo longer be seen; then she barred her
self into the bedroom, and knelt there
'or hours, alone, praying to the Virgin.
Rut there are times when the Virgin
doesn't help! Dolores didn't know it,
sowever. That same afternoon she de
parted for the coast h&me.
Twice had the snow-tree bloomed out
in spotless white, and twice had the
time of the violct3 come and gone, af
ter the -departure of Dolores. The cas
i!a where the Indian girl had once
been (mistress was now covered with
vines and lovely English creepers that
grew and flourished in the sweet moun
tain air, when, one warm, perfect,
noonlight night, a slender figure, wrap
ped in rebozo and tapalo, toiled slowly
and wearily along the trail. A por
tero's house had been built, soroe time
before, at the hacienda wall, and to
get in, you had first to arouse and
speak to the portero, who was an In
He knew the woman. Dolores. And
while he vaguely answered her ques
tions and heard her sob out that no
matter if "her lord" was far over the
seas, she must at least see his house;
and the place where he used to sit and
his hammock in which she had often
swung him, the man was wondering in
what manner he could break it to her.
Pues, it was an ugly thing! And des
perate, he begged her to come quietly
after him and his first peep through
the window.
Somewhat disturbed, though not
knowing why, Dolores crept on after
the Indian until they reached the long
window that opened from the patio on
to the sitting-room. With heart beat
ing. she gazed eagerly in—was it pos
sible that he could have returned?
In bis great chair Savitz lounged,
and, nestled up against his arm, knelt
at fair woman, with sweet, grave faco
and deep eyes. Her head was against
his shoulder, and together they were
studying out Berne plan for the mill
workmen—the woman who could un
Pedro, the Indian, turned his face
away. But there was nothing to see
or hear. A woman's heart can break
quietly, and often does. In a moment
Dolores thanked her guide and turned
softly away. Pedro knew better than
to follow her—being also an Indian. He
merely gazed after her, with a pitying
shake of the head, as she toiled along
the path to the trail and then passed
out of sight on the mountain side
Slio Wu a Gruceful llaltlmorean find
Ui Waa lluakrul
A lot of sailors, who go down to the
sea In ships of the kind in which tho
oystermen navigate the raging Poto,-
mac were sitting on the deck of tho
Mary Jane at the foot of Seventh street
two or three days ago, talking between
job and smoking a pipe apiece. Tho
subject of the conversation was love
and romance, and each man was taking
his turn telling where he had lirst n.et
Irs wife and how, or, if he had nit
met her, then telling how he would like
to. At last they came to the homeliest
man in the lot, and it seemed hardly
necessary to ask him for a story, be
cause by common acceptance only the
beautiful move in the charmed circle of
romance. However, he did not wait to
be asked.
"I guess I was the bashfullest man on
the earth's surface," he said with
slight hitch in his speech, "and not
much prettier than I teas nervy, and a
man like that ha 3 got up-hill goin' all
the way when he tackles anything in
petticoats. Well, there was a girl in
Haltimore that I set a lot by, but some
how I got worse every time I saw her,
more particular if I tried to talk busi
ness to her. One day I pcarted up and
told her she ought to get married. It
waa the truth, too, for she was gittin'
older every minute, and was already
past thirty, and I was two years older.
"She wasn't pretty enough neither to
fade a carpet, but she had good health
and good sense, and I'd a' been glad
enough to have her if I'd had tho
nerve to ask her. Well when I told her
she ought to get married she told mo
rite would if I would and a man for her.
Wanting to let her see that I had her
best interest at heart I got to work and
in a month I had a right nice widower
with three children settin' up for her
for all he was worth. Then he asked
her, and she was the greatfuilest wom
an I ever see. Said she couldn't tell me
how greatful she was: said if it hadn't
been for me she never would have
found a man to marry; said there
wasn't words enoush; said she was so
greatful that she would be willing to
marry me instead of the widower; said
—but she didn't say any more. It wa3
my turn then, and somehow the idea
that some body else was going to git
her give me the sand I needed in my
craw and I just reached out and tooir
her in. That was ten years ago and all
I'm sorry for now is that I lost so much
time foolin' around before I got her."—
Washington Siar.
All Wrong in tlm lloui.c,
They had been to the new house
only three days when Rogers came
home to find his wile in a troubled
"I'm afraid to stay here, dear," she
said hesitatingly.
"Why, what's the matter, duckie?
I'm sure thin is a good neighborhood.
As quiet and safe as any in town."
"Well, it's that house across the
street," persisted Mrs. Rogers. "I seo
all kinds of hard looking characters
going in and coming out there. Somo
of them act as though they were drunk,
and this morning one fellow stood on
the walk and swore terribly, and told
the man of the house he'd 'put the knife
into him good and deep before this
thing was over.' Oh, it's just terrible!
I can't live here. Then some horrid
looking women drove up in an open
carriage this afternoon, and the man
came out and stood on the curb and
talked and joked with them. His wife
didn't like it either, for she was peeping
out of the window all the while. Last
night when you were downtown some
body came there in a hack with the
horses on the run and took the man
away. There's something awful going
on over there, I just know."
Rogers had been trying to look ap
propriately serious through all this, but
bis eyes would twinkle, and there was a
suspicious twitching in the corner of
his mouth.
"Proximity to true greatness is some
thing you aren't accustomed to, my
dear," he said, when shs had halted on
the edge of a sob, "you'l! get to appre
ciate it after a while. That house la
where Alderman Clnchem lives, and,
since he retired from the saloon busi
ness, he receives his constituents there.
Now, don't read any more detectives'
stories, and I guess you'll get along all
right."—Detroit News.
Settled lit (.net.
"Ha, ha!" We are alone at last!"
In the great solitude of the northern
hillside stood two men.
They gazed at each other with glan
ces of concentrated rivalry. Looking
cautiously about him, the one who had
spoken the words which open this story
"It is five years since we first met,
and never until to-day have we had the
chance to settle, once for all, to our
own satisfaction, who is the better man.
None is near to Bpy upon our actions.
The gage of battle is flung at your feet.
Dare you accept?"
"I do," answered the man addressed,
who up to this time had remained
"Step off your distance."
In grim silence the distance was
measured, and then ensued, not a fight,
but a foot race. They were two sprint
ers who had been running 100-yard
dashes in various small towns, but nev
er before had they had a chance to run
an "unfixed" race.—Tit-Bits.
lie "Copper*" tl Gnme.
H. Want to consult your broker?
There's no dependnnce to be placed up
on the advice of a broker.
W. Not with some brokers, perhaps;
hut I have every confidence in Podsnap.
I've consulted bim a hundred times, and
I never regretted It.
H. And you always follow his ad
W. On the contrary; when he says
"Buy," I sell, and when he says "Sell,"
1 buy.—Tit-Bits.
Ifn'sulil In, l'oor Mini.
Little Katie Papa, what did you say
to mamma when you made up youi
mind you wanted to marry her?
■Mr. Meeker (vividly reluctant) J
said "Yes," dear. —Chicago Tribune.
Wallace —You are positively the most
Impudent and greasiest beggar I evei
Wayworn Watson—Well, that ort to
be worth a nickel, anyhow.—lndian
apolis Journal.
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Like thousands of others, on arriving at
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His cure was so unexpected, so rapid and
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" while gathering a heavy fall harvest,"
he say3,"l worked early and late. My
hired help left me and I finished the fall
work alone, but the end of the harvest
found me exhausted.
"About the first of December I had a
stroke of paralysis. Vc called in the doctor.
He said overwork had caused my trouble.
My left leg was dead and helpless j my
right leg was fast falling into the same con
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" He brought me a box of Dr. Williams'
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"In all I took nine boxes of the pills. 1
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Vinegar, per qt ,05
Dried apples per lb .05
Dried cherries, pitted .12
Raspberries .ia
Cow Hides per lb .3!
Steer " " *
CalfSkin .80
Sheep pelts .75
Shelled corn per bus .50
Corn meal, cwt 1.50
Bran, " .85
Chop " .90
Middlings " .83
Chickens per lb new .08
" " "old 08
Turkeys " "
Geese " " .14
Ducks " " .cfc
No. 6, delivered a.60
" 4 and s " 3.85
" 6 at yard 2.35
" 4 and s at yard 3.60
The LaadingConsanratoryof America
Carl Fabltbn, Director. K*
Founded i n 18fi3 by
* full information.
W. Hals, General Manager
A LARGE and well furnished dining room
has been opened bv 11 iddv A III) A hit onlhe
second floor of his AUKAfIU, res .
laurant. Meals will he served at the regular
dining hours for 25c. end they can also be
obtained at any time. The table will be sup
plied with the delicacies of the season and
the service will he flrst-class.
Entrance by door between Restaurant aid
Malfaiera's grocery store.
Weak Backs Strengthened
Caveats and Trade Marks obtained, and an
Patent business conducted tor MobKItATB
ENT OFFICE. We havo no sub-agpnclea, at
business direct, honce can transact patent bum
ness In less time and at Less Coal than tLose re
mote from Washington.
Send model, drawing or photo, with doscrtp
tlon. We advise If patentable or not, tree of
charge. Our tee not due till patent Is secured
A book, "How to Obtain Patents," with rater
ences to actual cUents In your State, County, o
town sent free. Addroßa
C. A. SNOW A CO,, Washington, D. 0-
(Opposite U. 8 Patent OOoe.)

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