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T he Cause of Many Sudden Deaths. There is a disease prevailing in this country most dangerous because so decep | I! tive. Many stukier s .’<3 j deaths are caused by it—heart dis ease - pneumonia, /JUi \ heart failure or r a P°plexy are often id tbe result of kid ]l4 Hi tiey disease. If I\\ VS Kyi kidney trouble is vl |u &y__Z allowed to ad vance TeA *• r the kidney-poison- ” . 3 ® ed blood will at tack the vital organs, causing catarrh of the bladder, or the kidneys themselves break down and waste away cell by cell. Bladder troubles almost always result from a derangement of the kidneys and a cure is obtained quickest by a projjer treatment of the kidneys. I f you are feel ing badly you can make no mistake by taking Dr. Kilmer’s Swamp-Root, the great kidney, liver and bladder remedy. It corrects inability to hold urine and scalding pain in passing it, ami over comes that unpleasant necessity of being compelled to go often through the day, and to get up many times during the night. The mild and the extraordinary effect of Swamp-Root is soon realized. It stands the highest for its wonderful cures of the most distressing cases. Swamp-Root is pleasant to take and is sold by all druggists in fifty-cent and •ue-dollar size bottles. You may have a sample bottle of this wonderful new dis covery and a book that tells all about it, both sent free by mail. Address, Dr. Kil mer & Co., Binghamton, N. Y. When writing mention reading this generous offer iu this paper. Don’t make any w : stake, but remember the name, Swamp- Root, Dr. Kilmer’s Swamp-Root, and the address, Binghamton, N. Y., on every bottle. Whalebone Worth Millions. A century ago. when whalebone was worth no more than ten cents a pound, few vessels brought any home. From 1844 to the outbreak of the civil war th* output averaged about 2,800,000 poonds annually, the greatest for <>ne year being 5,692,300 pounds in 1853, aM the price increased to one dollar a pound. Since 1860 there has been a steady decrease in the output. The total amount of whalebone landed in America in the course of the nine teenth century exceeded 90,000,000 pennds. worth at the present market vacation about $450,000,000, a sum that wquld make the possessor one of the richest men in the world, if not the richest of all. The editor of the Memphis, Tenn., “Times” writes: “In my opinion Fo ley’s Honey and Tar is the best' rem edy for coughs, colds and lung trouble, and to my own personal knowledge holey’s Honey and Tar has accom plished many permanent cures that have been little short of marvelous ” Refuse any but the genuine in the yel low package. J. T. Bennett Where the Shoe Pinched. “If they don’t quit making that chfld cry,” sighed the flat dweller as his sobs echoed pitifully through the eenrt, “I am going to apply to the Ward of health and have it stopped. ’Phare's a limit to everything.” “Why the board of health?" asked her friend. “I should think you would apply to the Society for the Prevention of •raelty to Children.” “I am not thinking so much of him,” acknowl edged the flat dweller contritely, “as 1 am of my own health. His constant sobbing is getting on my nerves so that I can’t sl**ep ’• TiiT Blewet* Bros., Props. & TOM.* a Domestic and Imported Li quors and Cigars. Only one beer on draught here and that’s the brand that made Potosi famous. Other beers in bottle. Same treatment to all. Just call. >»BLEWETT BROS. Pure Wholesome Those believe in Jf use rirc baking C | !\v powder | 23 Ounces for 23 Cents BL KG . B i 'OVweSrp Made from pure, carefully tested materials. Get a can on trial £Bjr You never saw such cakes biscuit They’ll open . ' ' MADE HIS HOWIE A FORTRESS. Tenant Had Neat Way of Shutting Out Undesirable Visitors. ‘‘Alterations to suit tenant” was a part of the sign in a Philadelphia building, telling that a loft over the store was to let. One day lately a prospective tenant applied and ex pressed himself as pleased with the location and quarters, as well as the terms. As to alterations he had only one thing to suggest, namely, that the stair steps be fixed to the top flooi with a pair t>f stout hinges, and cords be attached so that they might be raised and lowered, in a way best il lustrated perhaps by the attachments of a fire escape. Anxious to get a tenant and seeing no particular objec tion to this arrangement, the land lord complied. His tenant, a quiet man, was wont to go to his quarters early in the forenoon and at once draw the steps up to the ceiling. A few only of his many visitors, those, in fact, who gave a peculiar whistle, were accommodated by the lowering of the steps. The others were ig nored. The landlord, fearful lest some unlawful transactions might be going on in his building, called upon the tenant for an explanation. “Oh,” was the reply, “my friends have the whistle. The other fellows are cred itors.” The hinges are still ‘ working If you suffer with indigestion, con stipation, feel mean and cross, no strength or appetite, your system is unhealthy. Hollistei’s Rocky Moun tain Tea*makes the system strong and -healthy. 35c, Tea nr Tablets. J. T. Bennett. Dissecting a Violin. Not one person in a hundred hat the slightest notion of how many parts or pieces there are in a violin. Here is a list of them: Back,. 2 pieces; belly, 2; coins and blocks, 6; sides, 5; side-linings, 12; bar, 1; purflings, 24; neck, 1; finger-board, 1; nut, 1; bridge. 1; string for tail-board, 1; guard foi string, 1; sound-post, 1; strings, 4; pegs, 4; total, 69 pieces. Three kinds of wood are used —maple, pine and ebony. Maple is used for the back, the neck, the side-pieces and the bridge. Pine is used for the belly, ths bar, the coins and blocks, the side linings and the sound-post. Ebony it used for the finger board, the tail board, the nut, the guard for string of taibboard, the pegs and the button Taking No Chances. Johnson (to wife) —“Well, Maria, I’m going to stay at home with you to day and help you to tidy up the house. I’ll tack down the carpets and hang up the pictures to begin with.” Mrs. Johnson (to the children) —“Chiliren, you may go over to grandma’s and stay all day. (Aside) I know my busband is a deacon of the church, but for all that he’s just as apt to hit his thumb with a hammer as any other man.” — Tit Bits. Simple Remedy for La Grippe. La grippe coughs are dangerous as they frequently develop into pneu monia. Foley’s Honey and Tar not only stops the cough but heals and strengthens the lungs so that no ser ious results need be feared. The gen uine Foley’s Honey and Tar contains no harmful drugs and is iu a yellow package. Refuse substitutes. J. T. Bennett. The Modern Woman. It was in a Lenox avenue subway train and a very tired and cross youngster of four, who had evidently spent the day shopping with his moth er, was keeping the car in a turmoil by a little pastime of his own. He sprawled all over his mother’s lap, at the same time keeping up a whimper ing cry, “Mamma, mamma, mamma.” This went on until an elderly man sit ting next suddenly turned to the child with: “Have you a father?” The youngster, startled out of his imagi nary grief, stopped crying and nodded his head, “Yes.” “Well, for Heaven’s sake, call him and give your mother a rest.” The boy sat up like a ram rod and never let out another whim per.—N. Y. Sun. Why get up in the morning feeling blue, Worry others and worry you; Here’s a secret between you and me, Better take Ro< ky Mountain Tea. GRANT COUNTY HERALD, LANCASTER, WIS., FEBRUARY’*, 1908. Fighting Chance. By ROBERT W. CHAMBERS. Copyright. lIMXI, by the Curtis Publishing Company. Copyright. 1906. by Robert W.Chambers. “Sir?” “The sun. How do I hold it?” “On the p’int of your right shoulder, sir. You ain’t quittin’, Mr. Siward. sir’” anxiously. “That Shotover cup is easy yours, sir!” eagerly. “Wot’s a miss on a -old drummer, Mr. Siward? Wot’s twice overshootin’ cock, sir. when a blind dropper can see you are the cleanest, fastest, hard shootin’ shot in the hull county?” But Siward shook his head, with an absent glance at the dog, and motione; the astonished keeper forward. “Line the easiest trail for us,” hr said. “I think we are already a trifle tired. Twigs will do in short cover Use a hatchet in the big timber. And go slow til! we join you.” And when the unwill’j g and per plexed keeper had started. Siward. un orking his gun. drew out the smootl •-ellow cartridges and pocketed them. Sylyia looked up as the sharp metal lie click of the locked breech rang out in the silence. "Mr. Siward!” in quick displeasure. “Ves?” “What you do for your amusements cannot concern me.” “Kight, as usual.” he said, so gay!\ that a reluctant smile trembled on her lips. “Then why have you done this? It 1:- unreasonable if you don’t feel as 1 do about killing things that are having n good time in the world.” He stood silent, absently looking a. the fowling piece cradled hi his lei. arm. “Shall we sit here a moment an talk it over?" he suggested listlessly Her blue gaze swept him. His vagu< smile was indifferently bland. “If you are determined not to shoo* we might as well start for < pre Ledge.” she suggested. “Otherwise what reason is there lor our being hen together, Mr. Siward?” Awaiting his comment, perhaps ex pecting a counter proposition, she lean ed against the tree beside which h • stood, and after awhile, as his absent minded preoccupation continued: “Do you think the leaves are dr?, enough to sit on?” He slipped off his shooting coat and placed it at the base of the tree. Sin seated herself, and. as he continued to remain standing, she stripped off her shooting gloves and glanced up at him inquiringly. “Well, Mr. Siward. 1 an. literally at your feet.” “Which redresses the balance a lit tie,” he said, finding a place near her. He sat there, chin propped on hl. linked fingers, elbows on knees and though there was always the hint of a smile in his pleasant eyes, always the Indefinable charm of breeding in voice and attitude, something now was lack ing. And after a moment she con eluded that it was his attention, (.’er tainly his wits were woolgathering again. His eyes, edged with the shad ow of a smile, saw far beyond her. fai beyond the sunlit shadows where the; sat. In his preoccupation she had found him negatively attractive. She glanced at him now from time to time, her eyes returning always to the beauty of the subdued light where all about them silver stemmed birches clustered like slim shining pillars crowned with their autumn canopy of crumpled gold. “Enchantment!” she said under hei breath. “Surely an enchanted sleeper lies here somewhere.” “You,” he observed, “una wakened.” “Asleep? I?” She looked around at him. “You are the dreamer here. Your eyes are full of dreaming even now What is your desire?” lie leaned on one arm, watching her She had dropped her ungloved hand, searching among the newly fallen gold of the birch leaves drifted into heaps On the third finger a jewel glittered He saw it, conscious of its meaning, but his eyes followed the hand idlv heaping up autumn gold—a white slim hand, smoothly fascinating. Then the little restless hand swept near to his. almost touching it, and then instinc tively he took it in his own curiously, lifting it a little to consider its nearer loveliness. Perhaps it was the unex pectedness of it, perhaps it was sheer amazement, that left her hand lying idly relaxed like a white petaled bios som in his. After a little while the consciousness of the contact disconcerted her. She withdrew her fingers, with an invol untary shiver. “Is there no chance for me, Miss Landis?” The very revulsion of self possession returning chilled her; then anger came quick and hot; then pride. She delib erated, choosing her words coolly enough, “What chance do you mean, Mr. Si ward?” “A fighting chance. Can you give It to me?” “A fighting chance? For what?" very low, very dangerous. “For you.” Then in spite of her her senses be came unsteady. A sudden ringing con fusion seemed to deafen her, through which his voice, as if very far away, sounded again: “Men who are worth a fighting chance ask for it sometimes, but take It always. I take it” Her pallor faded under the flood of bright color. The blue of her eyes darkened ominously to velvet. “Mr. Siward.” she said very dis tinctly and slowly. “1 am not —even- sorry—for you.” “Then my chance is desperate in deed,” he retorted coolly. “Chance! Do you imagine”— Her anger choked her. “Are you not a little hard?” he said, paling under his tan. “I suppose wo men dismissed men more gently—even such a man as I am.” For a full minute she strove to com prehend. “Such a man as you?’ she repeated vaguely. “You mean”— A crimson wave dyed her skin to the temples, and she leaned toward him in horror stricken contrition. “I didn’t mean that, Mr. Siward! I —l never thought of that! It had no weight It was not in my thoughts. I meant only that you had assumed what is unwarranted—that you your question humiliated me, knowing that I am engaged—knowing me so little—so”— ‘Yes, I knew everything. Ask your self why I risk everything to say this to you ? There can be only one answer.” Then, after a long silence, “Have I ever,” she began tremblingly—“ever by word or look” “No.” “Have I even”— “No. I’ve simply discovered how I feel. That’s what I was dreaming about when you asked me. I was afraid I might do this too soon, but I meant to do it anyway before it be came too late.” “It was too late from the very mo ment we met. Mr. Siward.” And, as he reddened painfully again, she added quickly, “I mean that I had already decided.” And, as he said r nothing: “You were a little rough, a little sudden with me, Mr. Siward. Men have asked me that question—several times, but never so soon, so unreasonably soon never without some preliminary of some sort, so that I could foresee —be more or less prepared. But you gave me no warn ing. I—if you had I would have known how to be gentle. I—l wish to be now.” Still he said nothing. He sat there listlessly studying the sun spots glow ing, waxing, waning, on the carpet of dead leaves at his feei. “As for what you have said.” sht added, a little smile curving the sensi tive mouth, “it is impulsive, uncon sidered, a trifle boyish. Mr. Siward. I; pay myself the compliment of your j sincerity. It is rather nice to be a ’ girl who ran awaken the romance in a man within a day or two’s acquaint- I ance. We shall not misunderstand each other again, shall we?” He raised his head, considering her forcing the smile to meet her own.* “We shall be better friends that j ever,” she asserted confidently. “Yes. better than ever.” “Because w’hat you have Acne means the nicest sort of friendship, you see You can’t escape Us duties and re sponsibilities now, Mr. Siward. I shall expect you to spend the greater part ; of your life in devotedly doing things! for me. Besides. I am now privileged to worry you with advice. Oh, you; have Invested me with all sorts of powers now!” He nodded. She sprang to her feet, flushed, smik . ing, a trifle excited. “Is it all over, and are we the very ideals of friendsT’ she asked. “The very ideals.” “You are nice!” she said impulsively, holding out both gloveless hands. He held them, she looking at him very sweetly, very confidently. “And you are content?” persuasively. “Of course not.” he said. “Then I am sorry for you. Look at that!” turning her left hand in his so that the jewel on the third finger caught the light. “I see it.” “And yet”— “And yet.” “That,” she observed, with compo sure, “is sheer obstinacy. How can you really care for me? Do you actually believe that devotion comes like that?” “Exactly like that.” “So suddenly? It is Impossible?’ with a twist of her pretty shoulders. “How did it come to you?” he asked between his teeth. Then her face grew scarlet, and her eyes grew dark, and her hands con- S traded in his— tig htened, twisted fingers entangled, un til, with a little sob, she sway ed toward him, and he caught her. An Instant, a minute—more perhaps she did ■ot know—she half lay in his arms, her un taught lips close against his. Lassitude, faint consciousness, then tiny shock en shock came the burning re- She swayed tevard vulsion, and her Mm, and he caught voice came bcr- back, too, sounding strangely to her, a odorless, monotonous voice. He had freed her. She remembered that somebody had asked him to—per haps herself. That was well. She needed to breathe, to summon strength and common sense, find out what had been done, what reasonless madness she had committed in the half light of the silver stemmed trees clustering in shameful witness on every hand. Suddenly the hot humiliation of it overwhelmed her, and she covered her face with her hands, standing, almost swaying, as yvave on wave of incredu lous shame seemed to sweep her from knee to brow. That phase passed after awhile. Out of it she emerged flushed, outwardly c<ai eased, late saotber phase. In full self possession once more, able to understand what bad happened without the disproportion of emotional exaggeration. After all. she had only been kissed. Besides, she was a novice, which probably account ed in a measure for the unreasonable emotion coincident with a caress to which she was unaccustomed. With out looking up at him she found herself saying coolly enough to surprise her self: “I never supposed I was capable of that It appears that I am. I haven’t anything to say for myself ex cept that I feel fearfully humiliated. Don’t say anything now. I do not blame you: truly Ido not. It was con temptible of me—to do it—wearing this”— She stretched out her slender left hand, not looking at him. ‘‘lt was contemptible!” She slowly raised her eyes, summoning all her courage to face him. But he only saw in the pink confu sion of her lovely face the dawning challenge of a coquette saluting her ad versary in gay acknowledgment of his fleeting moment of success. And as his face fell, then hardened into brightness, instantly she divined how he rated her and in a flash realized her weapons and her security and that the control of the situation was hers, not in the control of this irresolute young man who stood so silently considering her. Strange that she should be ashamed of her own innocence, willing that he believe her accomplished in such arts, enchanted that he no longer perhaps suspected genuine emotion in the swift, confused sweetness of her first kiss. ‘‘Why do you take it so seriously?” she said, laughing and studying him, certain now of herself in this new dis guise. ‘‘Do you take it lightly?” bi asked, striving to smile. “I? As I must, you know. You don’t expect to* marry me, do you, Mr. Si ward?” “I” He choked up at that grimly for awhile. Walking slowly forward together she fell into step frankly beside him, near him—too near. ‘‘Try to be sensible,” she was saying gayly. ‘‘l like you so much, and it would be horrid to have you mope, you know. And, besides, even if I cared for you there are rea sons, you know—reasons for any girl to marry the man I am going to mar ry. So, you see. I could not marry you even if I”—her voice was inclined to tremble, but she controlled it-; would she never learn her role?— “even if I loved you.” Then her tongue stumbled and was silent, and they walked on side by side through the fading splendor of the year, exchanging no further speech. Toward sunset their guide hailed them, standing high among the rocks, a silhouette against the sky. And be yond him they saw the poles crowned with the huge nests of the fishhawks, marking the last rendezvous at Osprey Ledge. i L® FIVE, THE week passed swiftly, day after day echoing with. ' the steady fusillade from marsh tc covert, from valley to ridge. Lord Alderdene. good enough on snipe and cock, was driven almost fran tic by the ruffed grouse: Voucher did better for a day or two and then lost the knack; Marion Page attended to business in her cool and thorough style, and her average on the gun room books was excellent and was also adorned with clever pen and ink sketches by Siward. Leroy Mortimer had given up shoot ing and established himself as a haunt er of cushions in sunny corners. Tour O’Hara had gone back to Lenox; Mrs. Vendenning, to Hot Springs. Beverly Plank, master of Black Fells, began ta pefvade the house after a tentative ap pearance, and he and Major Belwethei pottered about the coverts, usually aft er luncheon, the latter doing little dam age with his fowling piece and nobody knew how’ much with his gossiping tongue. Qua trier appeared in the field methodically, shot with judgment, tak ing no chances for a brilliant perform ance which might endanger his re spectable average. As for the Page boys, they kept the river ducks stir ring whenever Eileen Shannon and Rena Bonnesdel could be persuaded to share the canoes with them. Other wise they haunted the vicinity of those bored maidens, suffering snubs sor rowfully, but persistently faithful. They were a great nuisance in tha evening, especially as their sister did not permit them to lose more than $lO a day at cards. Cards—that is, bridge and preference —ruled, as usual, and the latter game, being faster, suited Mortimer and Fer rall, but did not aid Siward toward re couping his bridge losses. Two matters occupied him. Since cup day he had never had another op portunity to see Sylvia Landis alone; that was the first matter. He had touched neither wine nor spirits nor malt since the night Ferrall had found him prone, sprawling in a stupor on his disordered bed —that was the second matter, and it occupied him, at times required all his attention, particularly when the physical desire for it set in steadily, mercilessly, mounting inex orably like a tide. But. like the tide, It ebbed at last, particularly when a sleenless niirht had exhausted bloi. [to be continued.’! 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