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Noble MM* Arnold THE MANCHESTER DEMOCRAT PUBLISHES ALL THE NEWS A N E N S O E HAVK WB QOT YOU ofclTHB LIST? ONLY tranguea of theft, and upon his quarters ingwitn you. being searched numerous stolen article# are found. He is arrested and imprisoned, awaiting trial by the duke. CHAPTER II.—At the trial 8avellS Is convicted, dismissed from the army in dis grace and ordered to leave the camp In an hour. D'Entrangues Is also notified that his services are no Itonger needed by the king. But one thing could have saved Savelli. and that would have put a stigma of shame, which she did not deserve, upon Mme. D'Entrangues, and he declined to Introduce the necessary testimony. CHAPTER III.—In the city of Aresxohe procures a disguise and! starts to leaveu On the street he meets Mme. D'Entranguesi who recognises htm and tells him that her husband has left -her and gone to Flor* •nee. CHAPTER IV.—After leaving Aresso he get* caught In a rainstorm and finds shel ter in a rude hut occupied by an old man who is also on the roadl to Florence. They resume the journey together, and In CHAPTER V.—He reaches Florence and procures lodging in a tenement. Whllaon the street the first evening there he meets D'Entrangues and a fight ensues, In which Bavelll receives a severe flesh wound and Is taken to his room, his assailant escap ing in the darknessi. CHAPTER VI.—During Savelll's sickness he was attended by the caretaker of the house, Cecl by name, who was In a con spiracy against the Florentine government. In which he wished Savelli to» Join. Before fiavelft Is entirely atronr again Florenoe, as allies of France* declares war against Rome and Spain. CHAPTER VH.—Savelli rescue* two la dies from the bands of a ruffian la the Garden of St. Hlcbael, who prove to be of the nobility. Upon returning to his rooms he finds on the stairs his oompankm on the trip from Aresso, and Is conduotod by him to a room in which the girl, the oM man's daughter, whose lnjurleo he had avenged, was dying. The old man give* his name as Mathew Corte and state* the girl'* death Is due to a priest—the pope— and vows horrible vengeance. CHAPTER VIH.—Cecl again renews hla offers of financial assistance If Savelli will assist in the restoration of the Medici la Florence, but the offer is spurned. CHAPTER IX.—Savelli is almost dead from starvation and feints on the street. The two ladles' whom he rescued In the Garden of St. Michael find him, and one ol them gives him a Jewel taken from her bracelet. With the money secured for this he purchases flood at an inn. While at the Inn an attempt is made to nnfissslnatt a masked gentleman,who is dining there In the company of a lady and another gen* tleman. He assists the stranger In bestlnc the assassins and is then Invited to hli home. CHAPTER X.—Tho stranger prove# to be Nlccolo Maohlavelll, the president of the council of ten, of Florence. He offers Sa velli employment in carrying messages ts Rome and the offer is accepted. Savelli Is shadowed on his way back to his lodg ings by Cecl's nephew, who is a clerk la MachlavellTs U)raiy CHAPTER XI.—Before leaving Florenoe Savelli meets one of his old lancers, Jaoopo, and engages him to accompany him to Rome. A party of five horsemen, followed by Cecl's nephew, leaves Florence Just ahead of them. CHAPTER XIT —The five horsemen who left Florence in adtvance prove to be mem bers of the Uedicl, led by Cecl, who were sent out to capture or kill Savelli, and he and his companion have a hard fight with them on the road, but come out victorious. Without further mishap both reach Rome eafiely, CHAPTER XIII.—While having his horse shod Savelli becomes interested in some tricks a street Juggler Is performing and recognises In the juggler his friend Mathew Cote. SavelU and- Jacopo- stop for the night at an inn In the strangers' Quarter of Rome. CHAPTER XXV.—In the morning he pre sents the secretary's, letter to Cardinal D'Axnboise and at the same time meets Lord Bayard, who greets him as an old friend and explains to the cardinal who he Is. The cardinal assures Savelli that he knows his etory and also that he is Inno cent, and Invites him to become a mem ber of hla suite. Here he also meets a young cavaMer, St. Armande, who la also to join the suite of the oardlnal. BavelB Is to enter the cardinal's servioe for an important purpose. CHAPTER XV.—Bayard presents SavelU St. Armande and demands to know whether he is friend or foe. Afterwards he prom ises for the second time to let Armande accompany him on the mission be Is to un dertake for the cardinal. CHAPTER XVII.—Savelli visits the Vat ican with the cardinal and meets many of the famous oeoDle of his time. "It is usual, signore," said Don Michelot to to the chevalier, "to stand in the pret ence of a prince." "I was not aware that you were a prince, sir," replied St. Armande, entirely ignoring the Borgia. "You can give this young gentleman lesson in manners at your leisure," said Ccsare. "By your leave, sir," and giving his hand to his siBter, who took it passively, holed her to another apartment, followed by Giulia Bella, who tapped a good-by on 8t» Armande's arm with her closed fan. Our group now consisted of Michelotto and myself standing, and St. Armande still sitting comfortably in the lounge, evident ly examining the contour of his small and shapely foot. Aa for me, although I knew St. Armande to be grossly in the wrong, 1 was delighted with the sudden spirit ht had shown. The youngster had heart, alter all, and there was the making of a in him. Michelotto behaved with great compo* sure. "I trust, signore—I do not know your name—that you will give me the chance o! carrying out the duke's commands." "My name is St. Armande," replied the chevalier "and I am ready now, if you wish it." "This is scarcely the place, signore but the Vatican gardens are a tew feet away. If you wil meet me near the summer-house, in, say, half an hour from now, it would be a convenience. If we left together perhaps it would excite remark," and the Spaniard played with the inlaid gilt of his dagger. "Very well." Michelotto gave St. Armande a bow. made a slight inclination towards me, and strolled off. To all intents and purposes we might have been engaged in the most friendly of conversations. "Weil, cavaliere," said St. Armande, look* ing up at me, "are you satisfied now?" "I am satisfied, chevalier, that you an still too young to be trusted alone. If yoa wanted to pick a quarrel there were a hun dred courses open to you there are 90 other men with whom you might have crossed swords with no danger except to yourself, and you must needs insult Ceure, and get embroiled with a cut-throat and risk our plans. Where is your prudence! But the wine is poured out now. You must drink." •*'«,! S1.S0PER YEAR His color kept coming and going. "I mean to fight it out. I shall step out in ten min utes, and await him. See! they are all gathering round the tables. What with the wine and the dice, no one will take heed who goes or who comes—good-by!" and he held out his hand to me. "Nonsense, man—you are not going alone. You will want a second." "But not you," he replied* "anyone bnl (M toTno»t numfc Siife# [Copyright tf»j, ky D. Appl.tM C*. All rlfMl raMrvMO BTNOPSIB. velli." His voice had almoBt a choke in it CHAPTER I.—M. dl S1.V0IU (erring In a. he spoke the French army under the duke of Tre- "Come "nut ni to this or moutlle, camped outside the gates of Are*- It so. He Is suddenly accused by M. D'Kn- ^e By sl£ r4n through the nbs. I am go feminine gesture of gave in with agreement. "The business will not take long—' 'It will take long enough, signoro, if you go as you are going," and Corte stood be side ns. "Signore," he added, "I have over heard every word of the sccne. Bo not go as you value your lives. If you do go, go with a strong party." "Diavolo!" I exclaimed, "an affair of the dagger then!" St. Armande looked from one to another of us in surprise. "This is a friend, cheva lier," I said, "who has done us good serv ice," and, turning to Corte, "but we must meet the man—how on earth are we to do so in any force?" "Look around you," he made answer, like master, like man—stroll out. You om of the town* passed through meet with band of foragers, the leader of whom rides down a blind girl that SaveTll's companion recognises and take* away with him, and •o they became separated! Savelli is an gered at the soldier, Brlco by name, for his brutality and punlsh'es him tor It. He continues his Journey to Florence without his companion .of the morning. We now began to hurry a little, and fouud that Corte was right, for the soldiers who had lined the passage inside the Bronze gate- had taken themselves off, and a con siderable number of servants and follow ers were enjoying nere tne resume v* pi ratical raids on the supper tables. Outside, however, everything was or der, for De Leyva was a thorough soldier. I found both the Spsmard and De Briconnet cursing their luck at being on the guards, and attacking a capon which they were washing down with copious draughts of Falernian. Their duties kept them out side, and it was a poor supper they were making, by the light of torches, seated to* gether on the steps of the Vatican. "What! out already, cavaliere?" asked De Brioonnet. "Is the cardinal going?" "No, but there is a little business," I an swered, as I called Jacopo. "Nom du diable! Can I not come?" "It would be a relaxation," said De Leyva. "I am afraid not, gentlemen, although we thank you. Here, Jacopo! Get three of our fellows and follow me. Tell the others to hold their horses." It was done in a twinkling, and in a few steps, having harked back, we were in the Papa) gardens. The casino or summer-house of the pope was in full light, and we directed our steps there without difficulty. I made two of our men walk in front, Jacopo and the third behind us, and we remained in the middle. Strict orders were given to have swords ready, and to use them at Except for the moonlight, the gardens themselves were not illuminated, and as we tramped along the paths I thought to myself how easy it would have been for Michelotto to have got rid of both St. Ar mande and myself, if we had been fools enough to go without escort. Nothing happened. We reached the casino and waited there a full hour but there was no sign of Michelotto. At last I lost patience. "He never meant to cross a sword with you, chevalier. I can bear witness you were here, and kept tryst. We have escaped a felon's blow, together. Come back—it is getting late—even for his eminence." We turned, aud made our way back, but it was a good two hours before D'Amboise retired. Bayard had gone on long before, declining all offers of escort. When we reached the palace we found he had arrived safely. I wished St. Armande a good night, with more respect for him in my heart than I ever felt before, and turned to seek my apartments. Late as it was, however, there was to be no sleep for me, as De Briconnet, whose brain the Falerian had merely made more lively, insisted on accompanying me, and we split another flask, and talked of falconry till the verge of the morning. CHAPTER XVm. THE OPAL RING. "His eminence will await the Donati at supper this evening." Deiaure delivered his message, received his answer, and tripped away, his little page's cap set jauntily on the side of his head, and the haft of his dagger clinking against the Bilver chain which held it to his belt. As for me, my heart leaped at the words, for I felt sure my business was come, and, summoning Jacopo, I gave him the necessary orders to have our men in readi ness for an immediate start. I then sought St. Armande, and told him what I expect ed. "1 am ready," he said, simply, "Very well, then sup lightly, and await main my apartments." nore, after last night," he said, as he took my hand. "1 hanks,". I replied, offering him goat,: "tvo are all quite safe. Nothing happened. I Tin lon wjis_not there. Either he had changed his mind, or we were too strong in force." "A littlo of both, I should think," he said, wiili thin smile, as he placed his book on the table. "Signore," he went on, "are you not a little surprised and curious to see me as I am?" "Well, Mcsser Corte, I will own to it. But I nm honestly glad that fortune has given the wheel aright turn for you." "It is not fortune," he said, "it is some* thing greater. It is fate. No chance turn of the wheel of a sleeping goddess. When I fled from you, signore, on that day," his voice choked a little, "I came to Rome. Never mind how. Here a great man found me. Great men pick up little things for their purposes sometimes. And Matthew Corte, who is but a little man, knows things the great man does not know. Ho! ho!" and he laughed mirthlessly. "And that has put crowns in your purse?" "Yes, crowns in my purse, crowns in my purse," he repeated, and then the old mad ness came upon him, and he rose and paced the room. "I could have done it last night, made the hilt of my dagger ring against his heart—the devil—the devil. But he is not to die this way—not thus—not thus. He will die as no other man has died, and it will come soon, very soon—Mathew Corte swears this." He stopped suddenly, and turned to me with the question: "Have you ever seen a mad dog die?" "No," I.answered, wondering what would come next. "Well, my dog is dead." "I am sorry," I began, but he interrupted. "Dead, I say. Life went from it in writh* ings and twistings, in screams of ngony— the little beast, poor little beast! I would have ended its misery, but I wanted to sec. I wanted to find some death so horrible that it would pass the invention of man. I have found it, signore. See this toy of a knife! This fairy's dagger!" and he held up a tiny lancet, "only a touch of it, and a man would die as that dog did, in writh ings, in twistings, in screams—" a Is, eavmllere, you have oome at last." have some swords at your back. Take them with yon but better not go at all. Ah! I see my new master, the Camulengo, look ing towards me—be wise and do not go," and Corte moved off to where the Cardinal Ascanio Sforze was seated, surrounded by a little group of courtiers ar^ priests. "Who is that man?" askua St. Armande. "I met him under circumstances too long to tell you here," I said "some other day you may hear all about him. We will, how* ever, take his advice, and meet Don Michel otto with an extra sword or so at our backs." So saying I took his arm, and we strolled through the apartments, where everyone appeared to be giving full rein to his fancy. In fact, the beginning of an orgie had set in. Alexander, apparently re covered from the shock of meeting with his son, was at the gaming table, playing heavily, with Giulia Bella at his side. Bay ard and Gonsalvo de Cordova were engaged in earnest converse with each other, and Strigonia and D'Amboise were cracking a flask of wine. I heard D'Este say as we passed him: "It is adieu to your eminence after to-night. I am a sheep fat enough for the shambles, and must look to my throat and my fleece." "You would be wise, Strigonia," D*Am use made answer "if the shield of (Vance did not cover me, I would not be here another hour. But it is an ill thing to lose a comrade such as you." "To better times," and the prelate who could only eat drained his glass to the pre late who could both eat and think. I rose and put my hand on his arm, keep ing my eyes steadily on his face. "Corte," I said, "this is not like you. You are not well. Here is some wine," andl poured him out a goblet of Orvieto. He drained it at a gulp, and sat with his head buried in his hands. As he sat there, the scene in the lonely hut, when I went forth an outcast from Arezzo, came back to me, and there rose before me the dim light of the torch, the mad figure of my host, md I could almost hear the pattering of t! .• rain and the dy ing hisses of the log fire without. Then I saw other things as well, and a pity came on me for the man before me. A sudden thought struck me, and, acting on the im pulse of the moment, I spoke: "See here, Corte! You are ill, you want rest, quiet. Throw off these dark thoughts, and do what I say. Two miles from Colza, in the Bergamasque, lies a small farm. It is mine. Mine still, though mortgaged. Go there. Ask for the Casino Savelli, and say you have come from me—from Ugo di Sa velli. You know my name now, and they will want nothing more from you. Live there until you are better, or as long as you* like. The air is pure, in the hills there is the boqueton for you to hunt the Hi is good. Will you do this?" He lifted his head, and looked at me. Then, rising, he placed one hand on eaefc of my shoulders, thin hande they were, with long bony fingers that held like daws. "Signore," he said, with emotion, "Donati or avelli—whoever you are—you are a good man. I thank you, but it oannot be. Good-byl" And, lifting up his book, he turned and strode out of the room, leaving me a little chilled. After that I waited for my meeting with D'Amboise. I saw to the packing of a valise, went down and looked at the horses, ciosely inspected the arms and mounts of my men, who looked capable of anything, and, in one way and another, managed to get through the time, until about the sixth hour, when his eminence supped. I present ed myself punctually, and was ushered into an inner apartment which I had not hith erto seen, and where the supper was evi dently to be held, for the table was set out there. I was alone at first, and, seating my self on a lounge, looked about me. The room was small, but beautifully fitted up, and had all the appearance of being the cardinal's private study. By my side wu a table on which was spread a map, with red chalk, various crosses marked on it in the chalk itself lying on the tne chalk, itseir lying on the map, where it had been carelessly flung. In front of me was an altar, surmounted by a silver crucifix, bearing an exquisitely-carved Christ. Near it, in a corner, leaned a long btraight sword, from whose cross handle hung a pair of fine steel gauntlets. Rest ing on a cushion, placed on a stand, was the cardinal's hat, and behind the stand I could see the brown outline of a pair of riding boots and the glitter of burnished spurs. In a corner of the room was a large table, set out with writing materials and covered with papers. Running my eyes over these idly, I finally let them rest on the supper table, which was arranged with lavish profusion. The curtains of the win dows were drawn, and the light from eight tall candles, jeweled holders, fell on the rose and amber of the wine in the Quaint flasks, on the chcerful brown crusts of the pasties, on the guy enameling of the com fitures, and on the red gold of the plate. noticed, too, that the table was set for three only. It was evidently a private sup per, where things were to be discussed, and I becamo glad, for I felt already a step on wards towards winning back my name, and —I seemed to sec in the mirror on the wall to my left, a vision of a woman with dark hair, and dark eyes— Your eminence!" I fairly started up. 1 had not observed the entrance of D'Am boise untd he stood beside me and touched mo lightly on the shoulder. "Dreaming, cavaliere! I did not you were so given. I am afraid that, late as I am, I must still keep you from your sup per, for I expect another guest. Hal thers he is!" Indeed, as he spoke, the door swung open noiselessly, and Machiavelli entered. He was plainly and simply dressed, and wore no sword, merely a dagger at his side. I thought, however, I caught the gleam of a steel corselet under his vest, as he greeted the cardinal, and D'Amboise's own sap* phire was not more brilliant than the single epal which blazed in the secretary'shand. "This is the Cavaliere Donati, your excel' lency," said the cardinal, "but I th«»k yoa know eaeh other." Signor' I turned back, and on reaching my rooms was surprised to find I had a visitor await* ing me. It was Corte. As I have said, he has cast aside his fantastic dress, and was robed as a doctor. He still kept his heavy book under his arm, and the features of his curious seamed face, and thin, bloodless lips, were as pale as if he had arisen from the dead. His eyes alone blazed with an unnatural brilliancy, but ha was outwardly Machiavelli extended his hand to me with his inscrutable smile but as I met his eyes I saw that they were troubled and anxious. He, however, spoke with easy unconcern. "Well met, Messer Donati. I can only say I am sorry we parted so soon. I would havs given much to have had you in Florence for a few days more." "Your excellency is most kind." "St. Denuisl" said the cardinal, "but are you gentlemen going to exchange compli' ments, and starve instead of sitting down to supper. Burin, arc wo not ready?" and be turned to his gray-haired major-domo, who had entered the room. "Your eminence is served," replied the man, and we took our seats on each side of the table, D'Amboise between us. "You need not wait, Bunn, but remain in the passage." Burin stepped out silently, and the cardinal said, with an air of apol ogy: "You must not mmd so informal are past, gentlemen but we have much to dis cuss—pleasure first, however—my maitre d'hotel has an artist's soul, and he will have a fit if we do not touch this pasty." The cardinal ate and talked. I now and then put in a word, but the secretary was very silent, aud hardly touched anything. "St. Dennis!" said D'Amboise, "but your excollenoy is a poor trencherman. And heard so muoh of you!" "Your eminence will excuse me, when I say I have bad news." D'Amboise became grave at once. "Let mo say how sorry I am. It is not a matter of state?" and he glanced meaningly at the secretary. "Not in the least but much worse—a do* mestio matter. I do not see why I should not tell you. That ourscd brigand Baglioni has seized on my ward Angiola Castellani, and holds her a fast prisoner in Perugia." I felt cold all over to my feet. "The Lady Angiola?" 1 exclaimed, "Precisely," said Machiavelli, dryly "I think you have met." "But this oan be easily remedied," hurst a word fromTraace." "Will not bring the dead to life again," put in tho secretary. "My God!" 1 burst out, "she is not dead?" Worse than that," he eaid "it was done by Cesare's orders." "Then Oesare Borgia will nay with Us life for this," I exclaimed. At this moment there was a knock at the door, and Burin entered, hearing a silver fiagon, the stopper of whisk was mads ef a quaintly-carved dragon. "Your eminence ordered this with the second servioe," he said, placing it befoit D'Amboise and retiring. "I pledge you my word, your excellency, that I will not rest until full reparation has been made for this outrage on an ally of France," said D'Amboise. "I could almost find it in my heart to let looee open war for this." "We are not ready, your eminence. Rest assured of my thanks, and I will gladly ac cept your aid but at present we ean do thing. This, however, has not decreased my seal for the measures we are planning, and with your permission we will now dis cuss these, and put aside my private trouble." For me, I could hardly breathe. A hun dred feelings were tossing together within me all that I could think of was to throw aside everything, to gallop to Perugia, to save her at any cost. The cardinal's voice came to me as£rom a distance. 'I agree—one glass eaeh of this all round, and then—cavaliere, would you mind hand ing me those glasses?" Three pcculiar-shaped, straw-colored Ve netian glasses were close to nie these I passed onwards mechanically to D'Amboise, snd he went on, filling the glasses to the brim with wine from the flagon, as he spoke. "I admired the rare workmanship of this flagon last night, an4 his holiness sent it home ^|th me, full to the brim with Falernian, whieh Giulia Bfella herself ponred into it. The wine is of a priceless brand, knd our lord was good enough to say that if I liked it he would send me all in his sel lers if I only let him know." We will drink this, then, with your emi nence's permission, to the success of the un dertaking," said the secretary, poising his glass in ths air. "Right," said D'Amboise. "Gentlemen, iccees to our venture!" He raised the wine to his lips. I silently lid the same. "Hold on!" We stopped in amase, and Machiavelli, who had spoken, quietly «mpti?d his glass into a bowl beside him. "What does this mean?" said the cardinal. "This, your eminence," and Machiavelli held out his hand, on which an opal was flashing a moment before. .The stone was still there, in the gold band on his finger but it was no longer an opal, but something black as jet, devoid of all luster. Startled by the movement, D'Amboiss bent over the extended fingers, and I fol lowed his example. The red on the cardi nal's cheek went out, and his lips paled as he looked at the ring. "Poison! Heart of Jesus!" he muttered through pale lips. "Yes," said Machiavelli, slowly, with drawing his hand, "the ring tells no lies. Diavolo! Was ever so grim a jest? you to tell him if your eminence liked the wine!" It was too near a matter to be pleasant, and the hideous jest, and the treachery of Alexander, filled me with a hot anger. It had the effect, however, of pulling me to gether at once, the sudden presence of death, and the danger, recalling me to myself, for all my thoughts of Angiola. I breathed a prayer of thanks for our eecape. It was a good omen. My luck was not yet ran out. D'Amboise sprang to his feet. "By G—!" he said, bringing his clenched fist into the palm of his hand, "the Borgia will rue thit day here, give me those glasses." He seized them, and, drawing back the curtain, flung them out of the window, where they fell into the court outside, breaking to splinters with a little tinkling crash. Then he emptied out the contents of the flagon, and hurled it into the grate, where it lay, its fine work crushed and dented, the two em erald eyes of the dragon on the stopper blinking at us wickedly. This outburst made D'Amboise calmer, and it was with more composure that he struck a —^11 gong, and reseated himself at the table. As he did eo Burin entered the room. "We waart a clear' table," said the cardi nal "remove these things and hand me that map." By the time Burin had done this, his emi nence showed no further trace of excite* ment, except that his hps were very firmly set, and there was a slight frown on his fore head as he smoothed out the roll of the map. One corner kept obstinately turning up, and as Machiavelli quietly put his hand on it to it in position, he said: "See! The ring is as it was before." We looked at the opal, and, sure enough, the poison-tint was gone, and under the pale, semiopaque blue of its surface lights of red, of green, and of orange, flitted to and fro. It is wonderful," I said, and D'Amboise smiled grimly to himself. The placed his finger on the map, where the pert of Sinigaglia was marked. "Is it here he lands?" "Yes," replied Machiavelli, "and then straight to Borne." "You have sure information?" "Ym." .. To Be Convinued. ,. ^enoatloniU Suicide. New York, March 13.—A dispatch from Vienna says: Herr Krzzanowsk!, director of the Kredlt Bank of Lemberg, has committed suicide. Residents of that town first thought that his act was the result of acute melancholia, but a letter was subsequently found In which Herr Krzzanowsk! accused a co-dlrec tor, Herr Machwlcki, a member of the Austrian house of lords, with being the cauae of its ruin, by having led him to embezzle the bank's funds. A run on the bank followed. On account of the high social and political position of Machwlcki the news has caused a tre mendous sensation. Ten Per Cent. Iuoreese !u Wages. Bellaire, O., March 13.—The employes of the big Riverside Iron and Steel com pany, across the Ohio river from this city in Benwood, W. Va., who were granted an advance in wages of 10 per cent, by the general managers several weeks ago, to take effect Sunday, from this on will receive the 10 i.^r cent, which was taken from them in 1896. Ai these works 3,000 men will receive the Increase. Over 600 from Bellaire find work at the Riverside. It Is expected that all the reductions that were made In wages in the last five years will shortly be restored. Fire Id a Lumber Yard. Baltimore, March 13.—A private tele gram from Salisbury, Md.. says that the fire which has been raging there since daylight was gotten under con trol about noon with the asistance of fire engines from Wilmington. Del., and Pocomoke City, Md. No estimate of the damage can be made yet. Jackson's mill and the big lumber yard containing millions of feet of lumber are now a glowing mass of coals. Drink Grain-0 after you have concluded that you ought not to drink cofTee. It IB not a medi cine but doctors order it, because it is healthful, invigorating and appetizing. It 1B made from pure grains and has that rich seal brown color and tastes like the finest grades of coffee and costs about %as much. Children like it and thrive on it because it is a genuine food drink containing nothing Dut nourish ment. Ask your grocer for Graln-o, the new food drink, l&c. and 25c. Thousands ot people are lookloR Callfornlu ward. They want to know where to go to raise fruit and now to travel choaply and comfortably. these questlous »a- xruu anu now UK (I 10 iravui cnoapiy Information, Box 47W27 For Information regarding the dress California Bureau of 972,Oedar Kaptds, la, Taken this month—keeps you well all sum mor. Drlvos away Impure, blood. Tliegroatest sprlog tonic ever offered, llocky Mountalu Tea. —Smith's Pharmacy and Gregg a Ward. Henr Hutchinson Breeder of Thoroughbred Shorthorn Cattle. JOSEPH HUTCHINSON. KuMmMMom. »*.J .-¥£•» i?, 4" 1 li New Line tnmm IstS We would call the attention of the public to our ikw line, consisting of medium and popular grades in a very extensive and strong assoit ment of designs and color combinations. It is'a vast improve ment over any line heretofore shown. 1 st. Because they are gfp the most popular patterns 2nd. The highest artistic ^ects. The lowest prices that good paper can *$$ be bought for. 1 re .^V Trim your 4 torch and get in gj line. -w.j ..r.r,. y°u MS£3)M THE SHERWIN-WILLIAMS PAINT.\ Qmrs Most, Looks Best, Wears Longest, Most Economical, full Measure. BRUSHES, COLORS IN OIL. HOUSE & COACH VARNISHES. WALL PAPER* NEW FIRM! NEW G00D8! NEWPalCES! H. Goodhile ilanchester. Call 1 "FOUR WALLS", Four walls may make a home, but" we don't think very much of that kind of a home unless the walls are attractively papered. We have a few remnants which we wish to close out in order to make room for New 5tock. and see 1 us Anders & Philipp Central Pharmacy. have a room to paper now is your chance to buy at your own price All you'll have say is "wall paper' and we'll do the rest—we'll show you what's appropriate what's stylish and. help you match your fur nishings. 5T0REV & ABBOTT, S&FISES crofts The Leading s= Druggists. F. K.GREGG, PH. G. W. H. WARD. PH. Gregg & Ward THE QUESTION THE ANSWER: Our prices are for "best goods" first, last and all the time. We are in the business to stay S. IN. P. stays with us. Successors to F. J. Atwater.-^# North End Drug Store.* TIGS is often asked, What Paint shall we use? If you are looking (or covering capacity, wearing qualities, general appearance, and your money's worth, you must buy aru* LADIES' FURNISHING GOODS. We have a very fine selection of the latest style and at prices within the reach of everyone. Out entire stock is new and bright. We have no old^"'1'1 shop-worn, moth-eaten goods atsFs&j any price. ., We also carry a NICE LINE of DRY GOODS, NOTIONS. HOSIERY, ETC Call and see us, we have bargains or evt ry body. Respectfully, Just Received, New Line Fall and LWifiter Dress Goods, KATIE & SUSIE BECOM RYAN IOWA THEFLOODTIDE Has set in and it will increase in volume day by day. itj: Dress Suit Skirts Ladies' Spring Dress Suits Skirts, Jackets and Capes. We have an elegant line just received for the spring trade. Call and see what a fine silk Worth Dress Skirt you can buy for $3 80. Also a nice line of black brocade skirts from $1.00 up MilJinery Dep't. Miss Crosby has just re turned from Chicago, where she has bought a fine assort ment of all the newest nov elties for the spring trade, which are now open for •your inspection at prices lower than heretofore. H. GOODHILE.