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A
harmless flpoff enongn tms in it
self, but a dangerous game when the
stake waB life or death.
The detective, comfortably ensconced
in a seat of the train for Chicago, was
reading over the notes that he had
made in regard to the case and now and
again glaucing at one or other of the
relics of the mnrder as he wished to
confirm a point, whistling through his
teeth the while a chorus from the latest
comic opera.
It was not that Herbert Darrent was
in himself callons of death or of mnr
der, but when one's daily life is given
to the constant handling of relics of
crime they cease to be objects of awe,
lose their grewsome associations and
simply become clews that. shall assist
the chase.
The stained knife with which the
deed was committed would doubtless
freeze the blood of any favored visitor
when it was added to a detective bu
reau's collection of criminal weapons,
but to Darrent it formed only one im
portant item in the complicated puzzle
that he was putting together. Ho put
it together piece by piece. It seemed to
him to fit too easily. Everything point
ed too much in one direction. What to
an ordinarily constituted mind would
have looked so exceedingly simple be
came to Darrent all the more difficult
because of that very simplicity.
Every bit of evidence that he had col
lected pointed directly to Astray Mars
den as the murderer. There was no get
ting away from it, for already the knife
had been recognized. Astray was con
demned by every circumstance and,
more strongly than all, by the letter of
the murdered man, the stained and
crumpled letter that Dobson had tried to
conceal.
Darrent could hardly keep from half
wishing that old Marsden had not left
the paper. He felt a little annoyed that
what promised to be a big mystery,
upon which he could exercise his tal
ents, should turn out to be none and
that he, the American Lecoq, should be
sent down to discover the murderer, to
trace him inch by inch, when a casual
acquaintance on the ice had told him
at once who had done the deed and a
dunder headed fraud of a policeman had
tried to conceal the actual paper that
accused the murderer.
a clever detective who had hoped
for a tangled skein to unnravel, which
would add yet another laurel to the
many which he wore, it was annoying,
and when Darrent arrived in Chicago
and took a cab to headquarters he wus
not in the very best frame of mind and
really regarded himself as a little ill
used.
At 10 o'clock next morning Darrent
alighted from a hansom at a corner
near the Royal hotel, and as he started
to cross the street a tall bootblack ac-
1
costed him.
"Shine, boss?"
,• The detective halted and slowly took
off his glove.
"It'sall right," the bootblack rapidly
continued in an undertone. "He's still
there. Theater last night not out
Binder." And he accepted with becoming
humility the coin which Darrent drop
ped, at a respectful distance, into a
very dirty palm.
"Send my card up to Mr. Marsden,"
was Darrent's instruction to the clerk
at the Royal hotel, "and say that I
must see him at once on important
African' business."
Astray Marsden, who sat idling over
his breakfast and skimming the morn
ing paper, glanced at the card which
the smart page boy brought him and
listened to the message. 'The Honor
able Rupert Grey.' Hum! Don't know
the name, and I'm lot need to calls
from honorables, eti^ecially in this
country. Very well show the gentle
man up."
"The Honorable Rupert Grey," he
repeated. "Well, it doesn't matter, aft
er all I suppose I shall soon, learn his
business bought a claim out there,
perhaps. But how in the world does he
know me or that I'm staying here?"
Rising from the table, he stood by
the fire, with his elbow on the mantel
piece and his chin resting in his hand
awaiting the arrival of his visitor.
Astray Marsden was a fine, well built
and tolerably good looking, half Amer
ioanized young Englishman, with the
figure of a Hercules, but Dame Nature,
in one of the many tricks she is so fond
of playing upon her children, had given
him an utterly weak disposition, which
was betrayed by a glance at his face—
a form of strength, a mind of weak
ness a good fellow, but no backbone
ever ready to procrastinate, never ready
to act. He waB a man people would
turn and look back on in the streets, as
he towered above the passersby. The
embodiment of strength without, they
could not know how weak and vacillat
ing he was within. He was simply the
outcome of one of nature's little hu
mors that prevent monotony in the hu
man race.
Herbert Darrent could scarcely re
press a start as he entered the room.
.Astray Marsden was as he had himself
•described, as he had pictured him to
the life even to the position in which
'.he stood, the very position that the de
fective had conjured up as he stood in
tthe library at The Grange.
It was offly another proof of the
wonderful accuracy of his deductions.
It really seemed that the man had posed
to complete the case which the detect
ive from such tiny clews had woven so
skillfully around him.
"The Honorable Rupert Grey?" said
Astray interrogatively.
Darrent shrugged his shoulders and,
taking the card from Astray's hand,
quietly tossed it behind the fire as he
replied: "Herbert Darrent of the Chi
cago detective bureau. One is obliged
to use an alias sometimes. The enemies
of the force usually do, so we're level
on that.''
The effect of his words certainly Bur
prised Darrent, used as he was to sur
prises under similar situations, for the
man seemed to utterly 'collaps^ oeroro
his eyes and fell back into a chair by
the fireside, the very picture of abject
terror and despair.
"Herbert Darrent, the detective?"
Astray gasped.
Darrent nodded his head.
"You have oome to arrest me?"
Again the detective nodded. He felt
a bit perplexed. This was different from
any of his previous captures, where the
criminal had either lied or shown fight
and attempted to escape.
"For the murder of my, guardian,
.Josiah Marsden, eh?" Astray continued,
his tongue wetting his parched lips.
"Tea, for the murder of Josiah Mars
don oa Jon. 12 at his country home,
whlofc te talMThtGnnfik HonoMb*
w-'.it-'tfy*jr»j^^jv^,»«'fev- '.a Tr\y'vyw.'j »—'c*— rwr*,^«e*
A Detective Story
Of a Chicago Suturh. The
Murder at The Orange and How
Its Mystery Was Solved by
jgj,,.,,,, Darrent, the Amer-,y
lean Lecoq.
BY NORMAN HURST.
Copyright, 1890, by the American Press Association.
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"I know wh-t you warn me," the
other jrr
tieu
whatever I may
say may be taken down and used in
evidence against UJO. Then use it. I
aui innocint. I swear it. I've been
here, and now the v.ort-t lias happened,
and I shall in' hunted---hanged because
I can't rlear uiyst.'lf, like many another
poor wrt tih has IK en liccauso fate waa
against hint. Yes, 1 shall l»e hanged be
cause a man in hi• hatred of me con
demned mo to death and then went
with the devil's own sin upon his soul
to face eternity. He hattxl me. He al
ways hated me. When I left him that
night, he cursed me, and as he died he
conceived the vilest, most villainous
iie."
"You had better tell this to your
counsel."
"I want no counsel. The rope is
round my neck already." He put his
finger up and loosened his collar, as
though he already felt the clinging grip
of the hemp. "I can't escape when he
himself condemned me."
"Shall I order a cab?"
"Why order a cab? Why not hand-,
cuff me and drag me through the streets
of Chicago? Let the world see an inno
cent man who will be done to death to
satisfy the law, the bloodhounds of the
law, who yelp for vengeance, who must
hang some one, because public senti
ment shrieks for a victim."
Darrent shrugged his shoulders. He
was beginning to feel more at home
now that Astray had launched out into
this tirade. He had been called a blood
hound so often by criminals he had
traced and captured that it sounded al
most like a confession of guilt.
"You're not condemned yet," he
coldly answered. "You're only arrested
"The Honorable Rupert Gret/f" said As
"trail intcrroaatlvr.ly.
on suspicion. If you can prove an
alibi"—
"I can't! You know I can't.
"I know nothing of the kind."
"Look here, I'll tell you all."
"I strongly advise you, for your own
sake, to wait until you're calmer,"
Darrent observed, pausing in the work
of jotting down in a very prosaio way
Astray's rambling statements.
"I mean to tell you all that happened
that night, and you can do what you
choose with it and bring me to the scaf
fold if you like."
"My dear sir, you are talking wildly.
The law has no desire to bring youto
the scaffold if you're innocent." |§|t
"I swear I am!"
"Then, if you are and can put me on
the track of the guilty party, so muoh
the better," Darrent replied, seating
himself and preparing to listen to the
weak story of defense, which he was
sure would only be like many others
that he had so often heard.
"On the night of the 10th of Janu
ary, just a week ago, I returned to Chi
cago from South Africa."
"And traveled to Barnstaple by the
8 o'clock train next day," Darrent in
terjected.
"Yes I hadn't seen my guardian for
two years. When I left him in 1804, it
was after a serious quarrel. He wanted
me to marry one girl, and I wouldn't
because I loved another,'' Astray con
tinued, with a stronger look in his face
than he had worn throughout the inter
view.
"Well?"
"I returned to The Grange, and he
welcomed mo."
"You entered the library and stood
on the left hand side of the fireplace, as
you were standing when I came into
the room, with your elbow resting on
the mantelpiece," Darrent continued,
"and then you quarreled about the lady
again. Your uncle asked you if you had
outgrown your mad infatuation, and
you answered *No.' Then he asked,
'Will you marry the wife I have chosen
for you?' and you said, 'No, no, no!'
and emphasized each word by a blow of
your fist on the mantelshelf?"
Astray glared at Darrent in astonish
ment. "How do you know?" he aBked.
"Because I'm a bloodhound of the
law," Darrent replied, sneering in his
excitement. "Then you both got more
and more heated in the discussion, and
at last the old man, overwrought with
excitemont, became faint and asked
you to reach him some brandy from the
sideboard, and you did so."
"Yes that's right."
"Presently he grew calmer, and you
settled down and talked of other
things."
"Yes, of my travels
"He became interested and asked you
to tell him more. You drew up your
chair opposite him and lighted your
pipe, meerschaum."
"Yes."
"It wouldn't draw. You took out
your knife and cleared the dry, hard
tobacco away from the bottom of the
bowl, refilled it and tried again, but
the stem was choked. Old Marsden of
fered you a cigar. You got out a box, a
fresh and unopened box, from the side
board, and pried it open with your
knife, a Norwegian knife—this one."
And Darrent suddenly displayed the
knife, with the letter "A" burned into
it, before Astray's eyes.
"Yes it's true. That's it."
"I know it's true. I know this
knife and that this knife killed old
Marsden."
"Go on, hang mel You moan to!"
"You quarreled again. Old men al
ways get back to the same topic, and
he brought you back. You got angry,
lost all control of your temper and"—
Darrent shrugged his shoulders.
"And loft. I swear it. I left in a
rage, turned the wrong way by mis
take"—
"And you know the country by
heart."
"I was blind with rage. I did not
know where I was walking. I walkad
JEM*
1 1
•^'ffsWt'g'yyr:jf* xr*i»r
and 1 took shelter In a shed and when
the storm was over went back to the
village hotel."
"At a quarter past 2. Next day Chief
Dobson called and showed yon the pa
per. You said you would see him later,
and then you tied."
"Yes that's true. Atfiist I meant
to come to some arrangement with him
—it looked as if ho held my life in his
hands—but afterward I giew fright
ened and came to Chicago. You're only
just in time. I intended to start for
Africa tomorrow."
"You would not have reuched New
York."
"You mean I have been watched?"
"Certainly, every step, every move
ment. Was running away the act of an
innocent man?"
"I was dazed when Dobson showed
me the paper. It took all the life out of
me. It doomed me to death. Thore, in
Marsden's own handwriting, was my
condemnation, and
ho
all my courage
vanished as soon as he had gone, and I
sought refuge in flight."
"Without even bidding farewell to
the girl you had promised to marry."
"I felt I should be pursued. I dared
not go to Bideford. Chicago was my
only chance, and then, if I could escape,
Africa. What more can I say?"
"You have said too much already.
Mr. Marsden," the detective answered
quietly as he made a note that Astray's
fiaucee lived at Bideford. "You should
have reserved this statement for your
counsel. For the present you must con
sider yourself under arrest. I think we
may as well be going."
In half anjiour the arrest of the Nor*
combe murderer was known all over
Chicago. The papers came out with ex
tras and sensational headlines, and Her
bert Darrent's name was on every one's
lips. The American Lecoq had scored
another triumph, and every evening
newspaper lauded him to the skies. It
was nothing less than their duty to
praise one who at a time of stagnation,
when there was absolutely no news to
help the sale of the papers, had placed
columns of a great sensation within
their grasp.
Rarely had a crime received so much
publicity. For weeks the excitement
was maintained at fever heat and fed
by descriptive and imaginative re
ports.
The preliminary police court pro
ceedings filled more columns. The great
trial was given verbatim day after day,
and all the while louder and louder
swelled the chorus that sang the praises
of that prince of all detectives, Herbert
Darrent
CHAPTER VI
THE FATE OP ASTRAY MARSDEN.
The last day of the trial of Astray
Marsden for the murder of his uncle one
of the Chicago evening papers contained
the following:
NOBCOMBK,
Feb. 26, 0:80 a. m.—The
court is crowded—more crowded, if
possible, than it has been for the past
two days, for the last act of the drama
will be reached today, and the verdict
of the jury will be given, the verdict
that shall condemn Astray Marsden to
an awful death or shall set him free
among his fellow men.
Never before in the history of this
country have the people experienced
such a condition of suppressed excite
ment as that which permeates the court
house this morning Even the cold
blooded, phlegmatic court attendants
cannot, try as they will, escape the con
tagion that pervades the swaying audi
ence awaiting the final act in the great
sensational triaL
Like all others in the building, car
ried away by the suppressed excitement
of the moment, they hold their breath
and wait
The minute hand of the clock slowly
travels to Jhe hour of 10. One by one
the lawyers enter and take thoir seats,
chatting as idly as though the matter
to be tried is not of the gravest import
in the whole wide world—life or death
Think of it I Within a few hours the
decision will have to be given—guilty
or not guilty, life or death 1
10 o'Clock.—Dismally the ten strokes
of the court clock sound, echoed a few
seconds later by ten deep notes from
the belfry of an adjacent church, and
the judge enters the court, takes his
seat and opens his book.
The monotonous voice of the court
crier demands silence, and the inde
scribable murmur inseparable from a
body of people overwrought with in
tense excitement subsides, dies away
like the sound of a retreating wave as
the water flows down the beach.
Astray Marsden, the prisoner, enters
the court, looking paler and more hag
gard this morning than ever before,
and, almost overcome with nervous
anxiety, grips the rail in front of him
as he faces the crowded court.
Then his eyes wander to a woman,
closely veiled, sitting near his attorney's
table, where she has sat throughout the
JT
it
The prUoner enters the court, looking
paler and more haggard than ever.
whole of the trial, a woman whom it is
whispered Astray Marsden has promised
to marry, but she has been called as a
witness by neither side.
For a single instant, for the first time
during the trial, the girl raises her veil,
and the prisoner catches a glimpse of a
pale but beautiful faca A tremulous
smile of encouragement hovers for a
moment around her quivering lips, and
then the veil is lowered again, and
the man braces himself for the final
ordeaL
10:05.—The judge commences his
summing up. "Gentlemen of the jury,"
he says, "yon have today entered upon
the last stage of your labors in a case
which to me has proved at once the
most painful and the most obvious in
all my experience of criminal trials. It
only remains for me. as impartially as
lies in my power, to review the whole
of the evidence that has been placed be
fore you both in favor of and against
the prisoner, Astray Marsden, and to
leave it to yon to decide upon that evi
dence whether he is guilty or not guilty
of the crime with which he stands
charged—the willful murder of Josiah
Marsden.
"The evidence that has been placed
before you, gentlemen, is, with one ex
ception, but that is fearful exception,
of a purely circumstantial character,
I and it will be for you to say whether
1 tk» MriMof etHWtttttttUl testa that
the
have been detailed to you and which
the defense has ingeniously endeavored
to oxplaiu away aro suflicient to justify
you in returning verdict of guilty and
by that verdict ridding society of
AS
cold blooded a scoundrel as ever breath
ed or whether there is sufficient and
reasonable doubt in your minds to jus
tify you in giving to the prisoner the
benefit of tho doubt
"Geutlemou. let us look at the evi
deuce On the morniug of the 12th of I
January Josiah Marsden was discovered
in the library of his country home,
called The Grange. Norcombe. stabbed
to death with a Norwegian clasp knife,
which weapon you have had produced
There is no dispute that the murder
was committed with that knife, and
equally the defense does not attempt to
Awy that up to the very night of the
murder that knife was in the possession
of Astray Marsden.
The Stained Paper.
"In the hand of Josiah Marsden was
found this paper."
The judge pauses impressively and
takes up the blood stained paper that
has caused such a sensation throughout
the trial.
"This paper," he solemnly continues,
"was found in the dead mau's stiffened
fingera Death had overtaken him be
fore he could frame his thoughts in
words, and so his last message is only a
broken one. 'I am dying,' he wrote,
'murdered by Astra'—a—s—t—r—a—
and his life departed.
"The prosecution has told you that
he intended to write 'Astray Marsden.'
The defenso has been uuable to deny it
The prosecution has said he wrote so
that justice might be meted out- to his
murderer. The defense 1ms hinted, only
hinted, gentlemen—oven they have not
dared to do more than whisper—that
Josiah Marsden hated his ward or son
and did what he did in revenge, faced
eternity with tho foulest sin that man
could commit upon his soul, died with
a lie in his heart, that a young man
might be hanged. The defense has hint
ed that this is why the paper was writ
ten I will not venture to express my
own opinion of such a method of de
fense. Let ns look at tho matter dispas
sionately If we are to believe that Jo
siah Marsden committed this loathsome
deed as his last act on earth and that
Astray Marsden did not murder him,
then that murder was committed by
some unknown enemy of tho old man.
"Has the defenso been ablo to hint at
any such person 1 No. Has the defense
been able to assume or deduce that any
other person was in tho house on that
night No It has simply contented it
self with a categorical denial of every
thing and a plea us surprising as it is
abominable
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Counsel For tin Dofcnso—The lady talks
about honorable dealing, but let hor look
to herself. My client tolls
iuo
that she
promised to hum every letter she got from
him at* soon as she had read it.
Tho Court.— What has the witness to say
in reply to tho defendant's counsel?
Plaintiff—1 thought they might bo use
fill some time, and as 1 didn't want to
break my word I didn't read tho letters.—
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"But the one 1 was going to tell you.
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with-any of them, alven for SO lion
heads and a 2-cent staap.
Ladies' Apron.
from
Lion Coffee wreppen and a 2ent stamp.
An unusually fine picture, from tho brush
of the noted German artist, Gabriel Max.
It is founded on Chamisso's poem, The
Lion's Bride." The story Is interesting,
and we send with each picture a hand
some folder, containing copy of the poem
and telling all about it Size, 16*26 inches.
Dorothy and Her Friends.
A bright,
cheery picture.
represent*
ng a
little gnrlplay
ing with her cnick-
ens and her rabbits.
The predominating
colors are rich reds
and greens. Size,
14x28 inches
For 10 lion heads
and s-cent slump we
will mail it Unned,
ready (or banging.
4
Made of good
quality lawn, with
alternate revering
and tucks broad
hem at bottom, and
is neatly gathered
at waist
at waist a very
superior and stylish
article. 8ize, 36x40
inches.
Given for 20 Hon
heads and a 2^cnt
stamp.
Fruit Picture.
Sire, 14x24 inchea. alven tor 8 lion
heads and a 2-ccnt staap.
50-Foot Clothes Line.
Given lor 15
Hon heads and
a 2-ccnt stamp.
Made of closely
braided cotton
threads, strong, and will give the best of
satisfaction.
overlook
THB ABOVE ARE ONLY A PEW OP THE LION COPPCE PREMIUMS. Another list wlH
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Vou always know LION COFFEBby the wrapper. It to a Mated pack,
•ge, with the lion's head In front. It is absolutely pare If the package
to unbroken. UON COPFEB to roasted the day it leave, th. factory.
W. Tirrill,
•tOtf Manchester, Iowa.
Millions of dollars, is the value placed
by Mrs. Mary Bird, HarriBburg, Pa., on
the life of her child, which she saved
from croup by the use of One Minuto
Cough Cure, It cures all cough, colds
and throat and lung troubles.
NOTICE OF APPOINTMENT OF KXECUTOit
State of Iowa, Delaware County fk.
NOTICK IS HKHKUY GIVKN. That the undor
signed has been duly appointed and qualified ns
Executor of the estate 01 Anna Christina Coed
ken, late of Delaware county, deceased. All me
lons Indebted to said estate are requested to
make immediate payment, and those havlim
claims agalust the same will present them, duly
authenticated, to the undersigned for allowance.
•JOHN UOfiDKEN, Executor.
Dated October 9th, )89lt.
4l-3w.
Hronso.n
&
Cakk,
Att'ys. for Estate.
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l,once.
Make up your!
mind that you
lare not going to
be caught this I
way very often.1
Whenever a
new subject is!
brought to your
attention dig in
to it and learn
a a
about it. The
lit
ing.
Child'a Drawing Book.
A collection
of nice outline
filctures bound
Qto book form
with sheets of
tissue paper be»
tween the
leaves. On theso
tissue pages the
children can
trace the pictures beneath, thus affording
enjoyment, as well as instruction to the
hand and eye. These drawing books and
the box of crayons go very well together.
There are six different kinds, and each
drawing book requires 6 lion heads and
2-cent stamp.
Naval Box Kite.
See it Fly I
Tho cele
brated box
kite now so
popular.
Thirty inchcs
long and
comes safely
folded, but
can quickly
be spread to
fly. Every
American boy
wants one,
and older
persons also
are interested
flailed free for 40 lloa heads cut from
Lion Coffee wrappers and a 2*csat staap.
JlSf'y ?vyoV-L P?und package of LION COFFEE you have bought something else, too.
Pill til ^°n
»t! You have bought a certain portion of some article to
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IMPORTANT
latest
artistic tailor.
iCO.
Shop In Masonic Blk,
over C. O. D. Qrocery
This
Store
of
ours
isn't a
rich
mans
store
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Best Coffee for the Money!
Try LION COFFEE and you will Mvcr use
any other. It ia absolutely pun
CoffM
and
Box ot Colored Crayons.
'T'i.'ft
nothing but COMM.
ilantel Clock.
Alarm Clock.
By upiu.,
heads aada
2c.
staap.
Frame
beautifully
ssr-finished
inches
high.
At*auty
and good
time-keeper.
Per 10 Ilea heads
and X. staap.
Fine wax
enyons,
fifteen different
colon, accom
panied with out*
line pictures for
oolorfng. Each
crayon wrapped
withstrongpaper,
to prevent break*
Ladles' Scissors.
O!
length, five Inch
as, suitable for cutting,
Sveaftr1and
household use.
rl2tloa heads a 2c. stamp!
Razor.
SflilPi
Give* for 38 lion heads aad a 2-c«at
stamp. A first-class razor, made of best
English steel, and extra hollow-ground.
Rubber Dressing Comb.
F* JO lion heads and a 2«cent stamp.
length, 7 inches, full size and weight.
Made of genuine India rubber, finely
finished. Appropriate for a ladies' dress
ing-case or for use in the household.
Game "India.'
Similar to "Par*
chesi," which has
been played iu east
ern countries since
before the dawn of
history. The illus
tration shows plan
of the game, with
usual counters, dice
and dice-cups ac
companying it. A
game which people
of playing,
la MMtS
Given for 20 lion
«ead your letter in the uae envelope or
i1"*"!"wiw Mw iiwrf hjili. II flNire thee 15 lion heeds ere eeot, yoe can
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MY PALL Suitings have arrived and those desiring stylish and
handsomo suits should not fail to call and examine my stock. I have
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at a glance. I also have a choice selection of fabric that I am nak
ing up at a reasonable price and I would like to take your order at
j/nvv wuu a nuuiu nik.o no Min.o yuur orucr at
My high grade custom work speaks for itself. You get the
tost stylo and fit and best of workmanship at A. L. Sevcrteon, the
A. L. Severtson,
Tailor
It's a store for everybody. It's a
a place where the poor man's dollar
will buy the biggest one hundred
cent's worth he over saw and where
the stylish man's money will pur
chase tho latest styles. Needn't take
our word for it. Lookarouml and con
vlnce yourself.
New Fall Hats
aro horo iu the greatest variety.
L. R. Stout,
Postofflce Bl'k., Franklin St.
Largest stock of clothing be
tween Dubuque and Waterloo
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