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XT FATHER'S HYMN BOOK.
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Faded and torn, the covers old.
The book my father used to hold
vVith reverent mien, so long ago.
The children clustered, all aglow.
For now the singing hour had Con e,
Dear to each heart in that sweet home.
The youngest sat, a babe, apart, /
Clasped warmly to the mother’s heart.
Yet lifting up those clear, gray eyes
(Long filled with light in paradise),
Yte adding then, with happy face.
Her s w eet voice, right In time and place.
We sang “On Jordan's Stormy Banks.’’
And where, in blooming, stately ranks,
Heaven's fairest fragrant flowers grow,
Untouched by time or frost, the glow
Upon my father’s face, when we
Sang of that land ye all should see.
We sang “My Soul, Be on Th y Guard,”
And then were gently told to ward,
With constant watch, the foes we meet; .
Then reverently, k *The Mercy Seat;”
Then, “When my righteous Judge shall
come
To call His ransomed chidren home.”
Then last we sang of “Home, Sweet Home,”
Ah, when shall we too thither come?
The questions answered, one by one.
The singers laid their armor down,
Even to the babe, whose heavenly eyes
Have smiled so long in paradise.
And we who stay (so small a band I)
Are gathering upon the strand,
Full pilgrim worn, but still the cheer
And courage from those hymns so dear,
The memory of those singing hours,
Have toned and strengthened all our pow
ers.
And often when depressed and sad.
Faint, far-off voices, sweet and glad.
In dim recesses of the soul,
Sing softly from the undying scroll
That memory keeps hid deep away,
immortal transcript of each day.
—N, O. Picayune.
LOST—
A KITTEN
By ELEANOR H. PORTER
(Copyright, 1905, by Joseph B. Bowleg.)
My sister, with whom I lived, had
gone a-summering. That may ac
count for my being outside the house
and on the piazza when the cat came.
ft was a tiny gray ball of fur that
bounded up the long flight of steps
and bounced into my lap with an un
mistakable gurgle of satisfaction.
“Well, well, upon my soul!” I
ejaculated.
A mellow rumble came from the
gray ball, and two amber eyes looked
confidingly into my face.
“Humph! Where did you hail
from?”
The rumble increased perceptibly.
f stretched out my hand and gently
stroked the soft fur. Instantly the tail
came upright and waved a joyful wel
come to the caress, while the back
arched itself hard against my hand.
I didn’t care for cats —that is, I
supposed I didn’t. My sister ab
horred them.
There was something extraor
dinarily fascinating, however, about
this curious Htftle creature in my lap.
She rubbed and sung, and sung and
rubbed, and winked her yellow’ eyes
ecstatically. My cigar went out —
she didn’t like the smoke; I couldn’t
even read —she objected to the rust
ling of the paper. She tugged at my
vest buttons and chewed awhile on
my watch charm, then curled herself
into an impossible ball and went to
sleep. 1 held her until nine o'clock,
f hen gently laid her in the hammock
and went, upstairs to my room.
In the middle of the night 1 was
awakened by a most extraordinary
noise. It resembled nothing so much
as the “thunder” we boys used to
make in our amateur theatricals out
in the barn. There was another re
sounding, vibrant rumble, then a soft
thud; next came a plaintive, long
drawn wail that brought me instantly
to mv feet. I knew then—it was that
kitten doing a cake-walk on the
screen door downstairs!
For just one hour 1 lay there listen
ing to the thumps and bangs and
wails ot woe from the piazza—then I
went downstairs in righteous wrath
and let that kitten in. For the rest
of the night I lay on the bed repent
ing what I had done.
It was not that the kitten was un
grateful—ker gratitude Was of the
deepest, and she show’ed it by chas
seing up and down my recumbent
form with what seemed to me a pro
digious roar for so slender a throat
to produce. She poked her little nose
into my ear and thrust her whiskers
into my nostrils; then she lay down
hard against my back and filled me
w’ith terror .lest I roll over and crush
her.
In the morning, heavy-eyed and un
rested, I arose to dress.
At last. I was ready, and. leaving
the kitten on the front porch with an
old watch chain for a plaything, I
hurried off to my bearding place.
All through breaktast I meditated.
Clearly, something would have to be
done. This was evidently some
body’s lost pet, and ought to be im
mediately returned. I would make a
few inquiries in the neighborhood.
Surely it ought to be a very simple
thing to find the little creature’s own
er! So it was xx ith a cheerful face
that I started home a little later bear
ing carefully in my hands the kitten’s
breakfast.
My walk was not altogether pleas
ant, for I attracted more attention
than I relished. People seemed to
think it very amusing to see a man
six feet tall carrying a saucer of
milk and a chicken wing through the
streets. I should Lave thought my
hair (it’s slightly gray) would have
taught them respect—but it didn't.
Ten minutes later I left the kitten
banqueting on the front walk —it was
well, indeed, that my sister was away
—and began my quest.
A sleepy-looking girl answered my
ring at the first house.
“Have you lost a kitten?” I asked,
pleasantly.
She shook her head.
“Do you know anyone that has?”
Another shake.
I paused hopelessly and she shut
the door. Somewhat crestfallen I de
scended the steps.
Two minutes later I rang the bell at
a small white cottage across the
street, and a woman whose skin was
like wrinkled parchment came to the
door.
“I called to see if—”
“Hey?”
”1 called to see if you”— I began In
a louder voice.
“Hey?” she interrupted, again. “I'm
a little hard o’ bearin’, sir.”
“I called to see if you’d lost a
cat.” I shouted.
“Oh—no, we don’t want none to
day,” she returned.
I drew a long breath.
“Have you lost —a cat?” I
bawled.
A sudden light of comprehension
came into the woman's eyes.
“We don’t keep cats,” she said,
frowning, and turned her back.
I didn’t try any more houses in that
immediate vicinity—l didn’t need to;
the entire neighborhood must have
been aware of my mission after that
last encounter. I hurried up the ave
nue and stopped at the corner house
on a cross street.
“Have you lost a kitten?” I aske-J,
mechanically.
“What color?"
I brightened up.
“Gray.”
“AU gray?" x
“No; white spot under chin and
white feet,” 1 gurgled.
“A kitten —a small one?”
“Yes, yes—l’ll go and get it," I
cried, turning away joyfully.
“Oh —I haven’t lost any kitten,” she
called after me.
“But you know some one that has,”
I urged.
She shook her head, and I turned
away, righteously indignant. How
ever, I bravely rang the next door
bell.
“Good morning, madam. I called
to see if you—”
“We don’t ever deal with peddlers,’*
snapped the woman, and closed the
door w’ith a bang.
I am not a patient man, but my
sister says I am stubborn. At any
rate, there seemed at that moment
to be nothing in the world worth
living for save to find the owner
of that ball of animated iniquity wait
ing for me on thb piazza steps at
home. With tightly compressed lips
I marched down the steps and out
the gate.
I interviewed the postman, the ice
man, four grocerymen, and a belated
milkman; all without result, save chat
each looked at me with a pitying
glance that plainly said: “He’s
slightly off—poor thing!” I hadn't
been able to translate the look until
I caught one Iceman calling to an
other, as he significantly tapped his
forehead: “Say, Bill, you don’t know
anyone what’s lost a cat, do ye? This
feller’s huntin’ fur him.”
Toward noon I found a small girl
crying.
“What’s the trouble?"! asked.
“800-hoo!—l’ve lost my kitty.”
My heart leaped within me.
“A gray kitty?”
“Y-yes—boo-hoo!”
“With a white spot on its neck?**
“Yes —yes!” cried the small girl,
her w’ailing silenced.
“And white feet?” I almost held my
breath.
“Yes. sir—and a little teenty bit
of a tail; mine’s a bob-tail, you
know,” she explained, eagerly.
Things grew black and swam be
fore me. Were my hopes to be
raised to this delirious height only
to be dashed to the ground? I drew
a discouraging sigh, and began again.
“Well, little girl, this kitty is a
long-tailed kitty, but if you’ve lost
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yours, perhaps you’d like this one,” I
suggested, hope struggling once more
in my heart.
The small maid shook her head and
assumed an Important air.
“No, I don’t want yours. Bobby was
a very s’perior kitty, papa says: and
if he is lost papa has made 'range
ments to get me another.”
Crushed and discouraged, I entered
a i.ear-by restaurant for a hurried
lunch: then I went down to my
neglected office.
The evening and the night were du
plicates of those before. The next
day was a holiday, and I was home
from morning until night; but before
two hours had passed. I wished that
it had not been a holiday and that
I had been gone from morning until
night.
It seemed that my fame had gone
abroad, and almost continuously my
door-bell rang. I would not have
believed there could have been so
many lost cats in the city. My little
gray ball of fur was gravely inspect
ed by one man, three women, five
bojs, and seven little girls, all of
whom had lost cats —yellow cats,
black cats, white cats, gray cats, and
—harlequin cats.
I was advised, to sell it; to kill it;
to keep it for luck; to give it away:
to rake it out and drop it; and to
write to the Animal Rescue league
and have them call for it. Not until
night did a sweet-faced little woman
suggest that I look in the paper;
then, marveling at my stupidity, I
looked, and read this:
“Lost —a small gray kitten; white
spot on neck, and white feet Finder
suitably rewarded at 24 Harold Ter
race.”
I went to Harold Terrace and there
I found the cat’s owner —and Mar
garet They are one and the same.
I have been to Harold Terrace many
times since then; the cat is there,
and Margaret Some day I shall not
go to Harold Terrace any more; the
cat will not be there, nor Margaret I
am building a big, big house next my
sister’s, and some day the cat will
live there instead —and Margaret
Some Aspects of
International Marriages
Perennial a Question Again Prominent —ln Spite of Fore
. boding* There Seems in the English Unions <
e Fair Average of Happiness.
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It is within the last quarter of a
century the international marriage has
become a subject of pronounced inter
est. It is within the last quarter of
a century the American multi-million
aire has had his rise, the daughter of
the American multi-millionaire had
her rise. But making an effort to be
fair, to put down prejudices old and
time-w’orn, let us call to mind that this
period has been marked by more
travel, more opportunity for acquaint
ance between the American girl and
titled foreigner; that not all the in
vasion has been from the other side,
not all the hunting been for the mil-
DUCHESS OF MARLBOROUGH.
Hons. And in fairness we must add
that undoubtedly some of these inter
national affairs were entered into with
Dan Cupid as agent, ambition not the
ruling motive. But far be it from us
to accept a classification on this basis.
Daniel, of New York. Surely a goodly
number of transplanted Americans.
We will keep to patent facts and fig
ures. Some statistician has been at
work and z tells us that no less than
43 great American heiresses and 100
lesser heiresses have mated with titled
foreigners in the last 25 years, that
the loss to America has amounted to
scores of maidens and some two hun
dred millions of dollars. Put to us
this way, it quite takes our breath
away; it is stupendous.
Let us name some names and dots,
some recent and earlier marriages.
The duchess of Roxburghe, born May
Goelet took her husband the neat sum
of $25,000,000. The fortune of Con
suello Vanderbilt, now duchess of
Marlborough, was $10,000,000. Bar
oness Halkett, born Sarah Phelps
Stokes, belonged in the multi-million
aire class, her fortune equal to that
of Consuelo Vanderbilt. The Leiter
girls—Lady Curzon, the countess of
Suffolk, and Mrs. Colin-Campbell—
each was richly dowered, possessed a
fortune of $5,000,000. That other
American duchess consuelo, Duchess
of Manchester (daughter of Signor An
tonio Yznaga de Valle, of Louisiana)
in her day was accounted rich with a
fortune of $1,000,000. Princess Col
onna (Eva Julia Mackay Bryant) had
a fortune of $2,500,000. The fortune
of Mrs. Arthur Paget (daughter of
Paran Stevens) was $2,000,000, of Mrs.
Vivian (Mrs. Marshall O. Roberts),
$12,000,000, the fortune of the countess
of Craven (Cornelia Martin), $1,000,-
(Miss Thaw, of Pittsburg), $1,000,000.
Mrs. Michael Henry Herbert (Belle
Wilson) took her husband $5,000,000.
Among other American women that
have made international marriages,
we must mention Mrs. George Corn
wallis West (Lady Randolph Chuchill,
born Jennie Jerome); the countess of
Tankerville, daughter of J. G. Van
Martin, of New York; the countess of
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LADY CURZON.
Strafford (Mrs. Colgate, of New
York); Lady William Beresford, form
er duchess of Marlborough, daughter
of Commodore Price, U. S. N.; the
marchioness of Dufferin, born Flora
Davis, of New York; the countess o’s
Essex, Adele Grant, of New York;
Viscountess Deerhurst born Virginia
Daniel, of New York.
Has qur loss been their gain, the
American girls?. Let us inquire into
the matter, with that fairness we.as--
sert we are so persistent of. In look
ing over the long list of widely chron
icled international marriages we find
few that have resulted in divorce. Of
course, it does not necesasrily follow
that the others have all been happy
unions; but the great majority have
not come to the public shipwreck ex
perienced by Nellie Grant-Sartoris,
Anna Gould Castellane, Mrs. Burke-
Roche (Fanny Work, of New York),
Countess Festitics (Ella Haggin),
Baroness Halket.
The author of a recent article in the
Cosmopolitan on the subject, “The
American Wife In Europe/* seems to
think socially ambitious American
women may there enjoy just the oppor
tunities they long for, and that on the
whole, in marrying foreigners, they
arrive at the average amount of hap
piness. This author, referring to the
number of American girls that have
married into conspicuous noble fam
ilies abroad, emphasizes the fact that
few’ have been divorced, and asks:
“To how many can you point who
camelback to America to live, or who
took an American husband for a new
adventure?”
But the writer just quoted had spe
cial reference to British unions. Let
us now turn our attention to other
titled foreigners. Have you ever heard
that American fathers are more nig
gardly in yielding family fortunes to
daughters making alliances with no
bility than rich plebian fathers in Ger
many? And have you ever heard why
the German noblemen are wont to pre
fer the less-richly dowered American
girl? An American girl wedded to a
foreign nobfcman, Baroness von We
del!, tells us with the convincingness
of a judicial oversever: “Unless a na
tive German girl without rank has
genteel relations who are possessed of
landed property or military titles, a
nobleman loses caste by union with
her. H* descends from the aristocrat
ic sets 1* towns to the ‘financial’ or
mixed set, or is excluded from his
class altogether. So it is just these
men who aim to avoid such a descent,
who retain their self-respect, and
mean to sustain their family traditions
intact, that resist the temptation of
great native plebian dowries to take
up with the smaller dowries of Amer
ican girls. Though having no class
ification at home, republicans are re
ceived into any class abroad. No man
sacrifices his caste by marriage with
an American.” Long live the Ameri
can republic!
The fortune-hunter exists both in
America and Europe, perhaps if we
will lean for a moment to the philo
sophic attitude we may be willing to
grant that there is more excuse for
the latter. The baroness whom we
have quoted above, says, in defense of
the non-mercenary foreigners that
Lave made marriages with Americans,
and also to incline the reader to believe
in the existence of extenuating circum
stancs for those looking for dowried
brides, says: “It is a false prejudice
to suppose that the titled gentlemen
are mere fortune hunters and degen
erated specimens of nobility. They are
often men, it is true, who could not
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COUNTESS DE CASTE LLANE.
marry women without dowries; for
gentlemen on the continent, as it
must be kept continually in mind, are
excluded from the chances of making
money. They are brought up for the
royal army or the royal civil service,
■where the honors they may attain to
are the highest in the land, but where
the salaries attached to rank or
office are small and long in coming.
Dowry giving and taking has remained
under the circumstances a hoary, un
questioned custom, so that the love:
who looks for a wife with money may
be totally unconscious of his expecta
tion being an unworthy one.”
We are able better to appreciate the
extenuating circumstances after read
ing the baroness’ words, but there eas
ily comes a limit to our good nature;
and we avow nothing but scorn for
such brazen fortune hunting as that
followed by Boni Castellane —his title
being a dubious one, we’ll not be par
ticular about naming it, every time
we make reference to the “bad Boni"
of that indulgent family over in
France. How did this fibedy gentle
man pursue his profession when in
America on his fortune hunt, what
were his assets? Under the latter we
may list the afore-mentioned dubious
title, carefully selected clothes, un
limited nerve. Introduced to Newport,
he at once looked the field over, with
precipitation made known his search
for the golden girl. But not all the
golden girls approved the precipita
tion; they called him “Powderpuff,”
laughed at his pretensions. But pres
ently he met with success. After a
brief courtship, he married Jay
Gould’s daughter; returned to France
with a bride, possessor of an estate
valued at $17,000,000.
In America it is the wife that is
expected to be extravagant;. In Europe
the husband. And this makes a great
deal of the trouble; the American girl
thinks she has undisputed right to
spend her own; the titled husband is
sure he, as head of the family and rep
resentative of the rank, has undisputed
right to spend munificently. The bar
oness tells us German wives ecoryomize
the more in ..proportion as their bus
bands spend.
KATHERINE POPE.
Sue Was Willing.
Said the lad to the lassie: “We two
Will marry some day, won’t we, Swo?*'
She hung down her head _
And bashfully sead:
“I don’t care a darn if we dwo.”'
—Houston Post.
An Idea of Vivisection.
Bacon—Do you believe in the vivi
section of dogs?
Egbert—Well, if we have to have ’em
in sausage meat, the finer they are ent
up the better. —Yonkers Statesman.
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PECK’S BAD
BOY WITH
THE CIRCUS
By HON. GEORGE W. PECK
Author if “Feck's Bad Boy Abroad.” Etc.
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(Copyright by J. B. Biwles.)
The Bad Boy and the Senator's Son
Go on an Elephant Chase —The Sen
ator’s Son Gets His Friend a Bid to
Dinner at the White House—The
Trained Seal Swallows
Clock.
The show remained in Washington
two days, cause it took all one day and
night to catch the elephants, after the
senator’s boy and I turned the rats and
mice loose in the ring while the ele
phants were forming a pyramid. Pa
and all the circus hands had to go
away down towards the Bull Run bat
tlefield to round them up, and young
Mr. Senator let me ride one of his
ponies and he and I went along to help
catch the elephants. •
We went out through Alexandria to
wards Bull Run battlefield. There we
overtook pa and the boss canvasman
and the elephant handler, and we met
some farmers coming into Alexandria
with their families,' stampeding like
people out west when the Indians go
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We Met Some Farmers.
on the warpath. They had got up in
the morning to milk the cows and
found about 20 elephants in the barn
yard, making the cows do a song and
dance. Pa told them there was no dan
ger at all, cause he would take any
elephant by the tail and snap its head
off, like boys snap the heads off garter
snakes, and I told them that me and
the senator’s boy stp.mpeded the ele
phants and we could drive them back
to town like a drove of sheep.
The farmers thought we were great
and they followed us back to the farm,
where we found the herd of elephants
had taken possession and were having
the time of their lives. About a dozen
of the big elephants had found a couple
of barrels of cider in a shed aqd had
been drinking it, and when we got
there they were like section hands with
jags on.
Bolivar, the big elephant, was the
drunkest, and when he saw pa coming
with the gang of hands, with ropes and
spears, he winked at the other ele
phants and seemed to say: “Watch
me tree ’em,” for he came out of the
gate and bellowed, and made a charge
at the gang, and pa beat them all go
ing up crab apple trees. The senator’s
sou saw pa up a tree, and he said: “Old
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Old Gentleman, You Ought to Come Down Off Your Perch.
gentleman, if these are your animals,
or insects, or whatever they are, you
ought to come down off your perch
and take them to a Keeley cure, be
cause they are intoxicated.”
And pa came down ana took a fence
rail and sharpened it with an ax, and
he run it into Bolivar about a foot,
and Bolivar trumpeted for surrender,
and that settled the elephant strike,
for pa ordered Bolivar into the road,
and in five minutes the whole herd of
elephants Mas following Bolivar back
to Washington, as meek as a drunken
husband being led home by his wife.
Gee, what do you think? The presi
dent heard how the senator’s boy and
I stampeded the elephants and invited
the senator's boy to bring his young
circus £riend around to the white house
to suj.iper. Well, we went.
I forgot what we had to eat, £ was
so interested in the president’s conver
sation. He talked about the show busi
ness as though he had been a ring
master in a circus. He said he was in
the show the day before when we
stampeded the elephants, and he told
us about his hunting trips in the west,
until I could smell bacon cooking at
the camp fire, and I could smell the
balsam boughs they slept on, on the
ground.
When he let up a little on his talk,
I braced up and asked him if he had
rather shoot wild cats and bears than
be president He hedged and said both
occupations worked pretty well togeth
er and he had enjoyed ’em both. Then
I asked him if he was going to run for
president again, and he winked at his
wife, and then he asked me what made
me ask the question. I told him pa
■wanted me to find out. I told him all
the boys wanted him to run, cause he
was a good feller, and not afraid of
the cars.
The president laughed and said:
"Well, it’s this way. The president
business is a good deal like bear hunt
ing. You get on a fresh track, either
in politics or bear hunting, and follow
the game with dogs, or politicians, as
the case may be. The trail keeps get
ting fresher and by and by the game
is in sight, and the dogs are nipping
its hind legs, if it is a bear, or chew
ing big words if it is an opposing can
didate, and nipping him in exposed
places. You ride like mad. your clothes
or your reputation torn by briars if it is
a bear, or by opposition newspapers if
it is a wolitical campaign, and you
wish it was over, many times, and are
so tired you wish you were dead.
Finally your bear or your opponent in
politics is treed and the dogs are try
ing to climb the ♦ree, and your bear
or your political opponent is up on a
limb snarling and showing his teeth
at the dogs or the politicians, and then
you ride up, look the ground over, wait
till your heart stops beating and fire
the shot at a vital part, and your bear
or your political opponent comes tum
bling to the ground. When he ceases
to kick you put your foot on his neck
and feel sorry you killed him, but you
go to work and skin him and hang his
hide on the fence. Then you have got
to ride all night to get to camp, if It is
a bear, and work harder than a man on
a treadmill for four years, if it is a
presidential candidate you have skun.”
I had sat with my mouth open while
the president talked, and never said a
word, but when he unit I said: “Yes,
but suppose when you got your bear
skun, another bear should come after
you, and dare you .o knock a chip off
his shoulder, and growl, and walk side
ways with his bristles all up, would
you run. or would you stand your
ground?” »
“We better change the subject,” said
the president, and rose from the table,
and we all got up. He patted me on
the head, and said: “Tell your pa I
will see him later, and in the mean
time, you run your circus and I will
try to run mine.”
The queerest thing happened that
night. The senator’s boy spoke of our
trained seals, that catch a fish if you
throw it to them and swallow it whole.
He said it would be fun to take a lit
tle alarm clock and sew it up in a fish,
and set the alarm at seven o’clock p.
m., when the crowd is watching the
seals swallow fish, and throw it to the
big seal, and the alarm would go off in
side him.
Well, I bit like a bass, and said we
would do it, so he took a little alarm
clock and set it for seven o’clock. We
got it into a fish, and I am ashamed to
tell what happened. Gee, but that seal
grabbed the fish with a clock in it,
and tried to swallow it, but the brass
ring caught on one of his teeth, and he
was trying to get it loose when the
alarm went off. and the seal jumped
out of the tank and began to prance
around the crowd scaring the women,
and making all the animals nervous.
He stood on his head and bellowed;
and all the circus hands came rushing
up. Finally the alarm clock quit jing
ling, and they caught the seal and
pulled the clock off his tooth, and just
then pa came up to me, and said:
“What deviltry you boys up to now?
Suppose that seal had swallowed that
clock, and you couldn’t wind it up; it
might kill him. Now, go to the car,
cause we are going to get out of this
town right off. You make me tired.”
And pa helped to lift the slippery seal
into the tank, and looked mad at his
little boy, and hurt the feelings of the
senator’s boy.
Where You’re Itost Likely to Be Hurt
Twelve per cent, of all the acci
dents to people in cities happen on the
streets. Statistics show that the aver
age citizen, if he should meet with
100 serious mischances on his walks
abroad, would slip on the ice, and fall
down under other circumstances, 68
dmes; he would get hurt ten times in
boarding or dismounting from cars; he
would be knocked down, or otherwise
injured, by horses and wagons six
times; he would be bitten by dogs four
times, and he would step disastrously
upon banana-peels twice. The remain
ing mishaps would be miscellaneous,
and might' include one or two col
lisions with motor cars, which have
taken the place of bicycles as perils
to the pedestrian.—Pearson’s Maga
zine.
r-
Slow Travel.
Few Russian trains ti.ivel at a fastei
rate than 22 miles an hour.
Bobbed in Church.
Just think what an outrage it la to bl
robbed of all the benefits of the services
by continuous coughing throughout th«
congregation, when Anti-Gripine is guar
anteed to cure. Sold everywhere. 25 cts.
F. W. Dienier, M. D., Manufacturer,
Springfield, Mo.
If politics is an unclean game it. is be
cause unclean men have been permitted
to run it so long.
Eadies Can Wear Shoes
O) e size smaller after using Alien’s Foot-
Ease. A certain cure for swollen, sweating,
hot. aching feet. At all Druggists, 25c. Ac
cept no substitute. Trial package FREE.
Address A. S. Olmsted, Le Roy, N. 1.
Quite a number of eminent gentlemen
. have lately inaugurated reforms without
meaning to do it. \
A Guaranteed Cure for Piles.
Itching, Blind, Bleeding, Protruding Piles.
Druggists are authorized to ref und money n
P azo Ointment fails to cure inti to 14 days. 50a
A bad man is naturally suspicious of
every good man he meets.
HOSPIT ALSCRO WDED
MAJORITY OF PATIENTS WOMEN
Mrs. Pinkham’s Advice Saves Many
From this Sad and Costly Experience.
Elt is a sad but
certain fact that
every year
brings an in
crease in the
nr.uiberof ope ra
tions performed
upon women in
ou r hospitals.
More than three
fourths of the
patients lying
on those snow
white beds are women ana girls who
are awaiting or recovering from opera
tions made necessary by neglect.
Every one of these patients had
plenty of warning in that bearing down
feeling, pain at the left or right of the
abdomen, nervous exhaustion, pain in
the small of the back, pelvic catarrh,
dizziness, flatulency, displacements or
irregularities. All of these symptoms
are indications of an unhealthy con
dition of the female organs, and if not
heeded the trouble may make headway
until the penalty has to be paid by a
dangerous operation, and a lifetime of
impaired usefulness at best, while in
many cases the results are fatal.
Miss Luella Adams, of Seattle, Wash.,
writes:
Dear Mrs. Pinkham :
“About two years ago I was a great suf
ferer from a severe female trouble, pains and
headaches. The doctor prescribed for me and
finally told me that I had a tumor and must
undergo an operation if I wanted to gut well.
I felt that this was my death warrant, but 1
spent hundreds of dollars for medical help,
but the tumor kept growing. Fortunately I
corresjionded with an aunt intheNew England
States, and she advised mo to take Lydia E.
Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound, as it was
said to cure tumors. I did so and immediately
began to improve in health,and I was entirely
cured, the tumor disappearing entirely, with
out an operation. I wish every suffering
woman would try this great preparation."
Just as surely as Miss Adams was
cured of the troubles enumerated in
her letter, just so surely will Lydia E.
Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound cure
other women who suffer from fe
male troubles, inflammation, kidney
troubles, nervous excitability or ner
vous prostration.
Mrs. Pinkham invites all young
women who are ill to write her for free
advice. She is daughter-in-law of
Lydia E. Pinkham and for twenty-five
years has been advising sick women
free of charge. Address, Lynn, Muss.
W. L. Douglas
W. L. Douglas $4.00 Gilt Edge Line
cannot bo equalled at any price.
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W. L. DOUGLAS MAKES « SELLS MORE
MEN'S 98.50 SHOES THAN ANY OTHER
MANUs AOTURER IN THE WORLD.
♦ 1 ft nnn REWARD to anyone who can
$ I UjUUU disprove this statement.
Hl could take you Into my three large factories
at Brockton, Mas*., and show you the infinite
care with which every palrof shoes Is made, you
would realize why w. L. Douglas 53.50 shoes
cost more to ruak'.. why they hold their shape,
lit better, wear longer, and are of greater
fntrinsi *olue theu any other $3.50 shoe.
W. L. ‘Jouglaa Slrona Mado Shoao for
92.50, 92.00. Boya’ Sotetol A
L'resefhnos, .*2.50, 92, 91.75,91.50
CAUTION, -insist upon having W.L.Doug
las shoes. Take nc subHtitutj. None genuine
without his name and price stamped on bottom.
Fast Color Eyelet* used; they will not wear brassy.
Write for 11l nitrated Catalog.
W. I~ DOUGLAS, Brookton, Mam.
NIXED FARMING
imiilWMUPjri WHEAT
W’HJSSrW raising
P7&5L48& RANCHING
results ou the
ITDITir Homestead Lands of
rH£/£d WESTERN CANADA
Magnificent Climate—Farmers plowing in their
shirt sleeves In the middle of November.
“All are bound to be more than pleased with the
final results of the past season’s Harvests."—
Extract. ,
Coal, wood, water, hay in abundance—schools,
churches, markets convenient.
This is the era of 51 DO wheat. Apply forlnforma
tlon to Superintendent op immigration,
Ottawa, Canada, or to authorized Canadian Gov
ernment agents:
Chas. Pilling, Clifford Blk., Grand Forks, N. Dak.
J.M.MACHLAN, BffxllS. Watertown. 8. Dakota.
E. T Holmes, 315 Jackson Street, St. Paul, Minn.
Mention thie paper.
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