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Wspuzal Agatha fd PICTURES BY Lv uMf J WALTERS ¥m § rmv \ WMrfTH^ \ V W. Jr x Aixsssim wh^son CHAPTER 111. Disappointed and somewhat cha grined at Mrs. Armlstead’s answer, I rose to my feet and prepared to join the young ladies in the drawing room. I had been so Interested in discussing Fletcher Boyd’s will with Mrs. Arm istead that I had completely forgotten Vincent. At first I thought he had al ready left the room, but in a moment I heard him laugh and discovered him actually sitting on the floor before the fire, playing a species of raurable-the pog with the secretary. Extremely un becoming conduct for both of them, I thought, and Mrs. Armistead thought so, too, for she spoke sharply to the secretary, who left the room with red dened cheeks. Vincent, however, was unabashed, and, after holding the door open for her, he followed me fo the drawing room, without heeding my re monstrances. He seldom does heed them, I may say. It was on the third day of our stay when Vincent and I had begun to feel thoroughly at home at Castle Wyck hoff, and when Vincent had begun to feel more than thoroughly at home with Agatha First, that I made an important discovery. The morning was rainy, and after breakfast there was nothing to do but to read—that is, until Agatha Sixth came down stairs. I had found her to be an un usually well-educated girl and had given her all my attention during the three days I have mentioned. So I wandered into the library and began to explore the tall bookshelves to find something that interested me. And I found it, though it wasn’t exactly for what I had been looking. On the lowest shelf I discovered three heavy but new-looking albums. From Idle curiosity to look at what I supposed were pictures of the dead barons of Wyckhoff I dusted the first of the big books and began to turn the leaves. I found It full of photographic repro ductions of oil paintings depicting the ladles of the family, and on the last page of the book I came upon a pic ture which thoroughly startled me. It was a copy of a full-length portrait of the last Baroness Wyckhoff, whose second husband had been Fletcher Boyd. The picture showed a slender little lady, with straight dark hair, an aquiline nose, and a dark complex ion, the living image of Agatha Sixth! Stunned by the Importance of my find I closed the book, put back the albums where I Mtid found them and stole from the room. I had a guilty feeling, almost as If I had done some thing wrong, yet It had been an acci dent for which no one could really blame mo. Full of excitement, I went to find Vincent to acquaint him with my good news, and discovered him In the morning room playing chess with Agatha First, or rather, he was show ing her how to play, for he was hang ing over the back of her chair and moving her hand with his hand when ever it was her move. I coughed as I entered, and frowned. 1 am always frowning at Vincent these days, it seems to me, but I really have to. He needs a little restraint. “Good-morning, Miss Agatha,” I said, pleasantly; "how does the game progress? Is Lord Wilfred an efficient teacher?” “Very,” replied the young lady, short ly, and both of them looked at me with such insolent hostility that I was obliged to leave the room, murmuring apologies for intruding. I was rather vexed with Vincent about this; he doesn’t show me quite the respect due an older man from a boy of his age. Not that I am old, or anywhere near middle age, but still I am Vincent’s senior, and this inci dent determined me not to communi cate my discovery to him. Why should I tell him and put a formidable rival into the field? Not that I’m afraid of Vincent exactly, for I have always found that when the girls tire of his fun they are very glad to fall back upon an experienced man like myself, who has seen the world and is ac quainted with Shakespeare and the musical glasses. Nevertheless, It seemed a pity to invite Vincent to en ter the lists against me, for I had fully made up my mind to win Agatha Sixth. Not that I am mercenary—not at all. But it had been some time since I seriously considered marrying, and, after all, I thought, why not con sider it now, and, as long as I was se lecting a wife, why not pick out one of these six girls? They were all beautiful and accomplished. “And why not,” I asked myself, “while 1 am about it. make it that one of the Agathas, whose title was the honor able, with twenty millions?” Twenty millions, when you think of it. ought to keep a careful man comfortable for life, and Vincent was smart enough—let him look out for himself. And thus I decided not to tell him of my discovery. We spent the evening of that day each according to his fancy—Vincent playing tag and blind-man’s buff with four of the girls, while the fifth played on the piano, and I in the next room reading Edmund Burke’s speeches aloud, while my adored Agatha Sixth did fancy-work. She really did every thing very well. Finally Vincent and I took our leave, and when we were in our own rooms and Vincent had wrapped himself in my favorite bath robe and appropriated my armchair, I was almost tempted to tell him all about It. Just as I was about to begin he spoke. "Arch, my boy,” he said —a disre spectful method of address, by-the-way, but I let him proceed—" Arch, my boy, do you know I like that girl, Agatha First? She's a true sport, and that plump little one with the blue eyes is a pace-setter.” “Agatha Third, you mean?” I asked. “I was not aware that you had got any further than our introduction with her.” “Oh. yes.” said Vincent, as though it were tne easiest thing in the worm; “I told fortunes with her all after noon and played tag with her most of the evening yesterday.” “Really, Vincent,” I said sarcastical ly, “that fortune-telling game of yours is a little old. Can’t you find some thing new?” “What’s the use, so long as It works?” he replied, watching the smoke from that nasty pipe of his curl upward to the ceiling. “But I tell you what,” he pursued, reflectively, “that girl with the fair hair who played the piano, Agatha Fourth, she’s a stun ner.” “Upon my word, Vincent,” I expostu lated, “where do you find time for so many of them at once? Doesn’t Agatha First feel neglected?” "I suppose so,” replied the young in solent, “but I can’t help that. I’m going to give them all a whirl—but Arch bald” —he was getting sleepy and his pipe bad gone out —“I really do like red hair best.” “I don’t know what you are talking about,” I said, impatiently—“but, Vin cent. I want to tell you something. I’ve made a discovery.” “What is it?” he said, without the slightest interest, and 1 changed my mind again. “Nothing,” I said. “I’ve forgotten what it was.” Vincent rose, and, stretching him self mightily, went toward his own room. At the door he turned and smiled one of the smiles he does not often give to men, and I felt that this one was not meant for me. “I’ve made a discovery, too, Arch,” he said. I stared at him in amazement, won dering what was coming. “What’s that?” I asked. “I’ve discovered that Miss Marsh’s eyes are gray, as gray as stars.” he said, only half aloud, and disappeared into his room. “Poppycock!” I shruted as the door closed behind him. Vincent’s vagaries are hard to follow at times—stars cer tainly 1 are not gray. That I knew to be absurd. My new knowledge, while it robbed the affair of Its piquant mystery—for 1 had decided that Agatha Sixth was in truth the real Honorable Agatha— made my game even more exciting, now that the stakes were assured. I read with Agatha Sixth, walked with her, talked with her, and played chess with her all the first week; and as nearly as I could make out Vincent’s program ran something like this; Be fore breakfast he took a horseback ride with Agatha Fifth; after break fast he played golf with Agatha First; tennis wuth Agatha Third; and took Agatha Second out sketching. In the afternoon Agatha Fourth played Chopin to him by the hour. Agatha Sixth he had not approached, fearing me, as was natural. In the evening he played games with them all or re tired into the library with Agatha Fifth, who seemed to have lost her head over him completely. This program he repeated day after day with reckless lack of generalship and yet every now and then, to my surprise and disgust, I caught him deep in his unfortunate flirtation with Mrs. Armistead’s secretary. It wasn’t fair t the poor girl, and I told Vin cent so plainly. We were sitting on the low stone balustrade of the castle —Vincent In riding clothes and look ing as fine a lad as any in old England. He was waiting for Agatha Fifth to go riding with him, although it was later than usual, all of us having break fasted. For myself, I wore my tennis things, which become me greatly, if I do say it, for I intended to play a set with those tennis fanatics, Agatha Second and Agatha Third, as the aris tocratic Agatha Sixth was a late riser and had not yet come downstairs. “No, Vincent,” I said, “it won't do. Flirt with all the Agathas, if you must, but when it comes to the secretary, let her alone. To say nothing of what is due her, think of the time you’re wasting. We have only six weeks — think of it —six weeks to make a try for twenty millions of dollars!” “You forgot to say that a wife goes along with the filthy lucre,” he said, and somehow I felt uncomfortable. Vincent has a faculty for making one feel uncomfortable. It makes me quite angry—he's no better than the rest of us, but he’s so confoundedly innocent about some things. I was going to explain to him that he needn’t speak as if he thought that I were the sort of a man to marry a girl merely for her money—when his face lighted and he spoke more ration ally. “Gad,” he said, “what a rare lark it would be to toss up a coin and take a chance at it. Six to one only—you'd have a good show to win out!” “How foolish you are, Vincent!” I responded. “Suppose you took a chance at it, as you say, and just pro posed to any one of them, when you had made no attempt to win her — wouldn’t she know you were fortune hunting? And if it should happen tc be the real Agatha she’d refuse you on that account because tt would de feat the object of her father’s will; and If It were not the real Agatha she'd refuse you, too, because she'd know she had no fortune to give you.” “Of course,” said Vincent, sighing, “you’re right about that. But I tell you, Archibald, I’m not flirting with Miss Marsh. She's an awfully sensible little girl, and I go to her for advice about the course I’m pursuing with the Agathas. I need encouragement, you know; It’s all such a beastly mess. One doesn’t know with which one of the attractive young ladies to fall in love. It’s so difficult to decide with that twenty millions hovering in the background. Just think, Arch, what the governor would say If his penniless younger son should bring that amount Into the family. And the daughter of a baroness, too. It would be such a match! I can Just see how tickled he’d be to have his youngest so well pro vided for. The dear old governor!” And Vincent’s eyes moistened. “So you see,” he went on hurriedly, “Miss Marsh’s attitude toward me is entirely friendly. "She is merely the confidante of my difficulties of the heart, and her taste, I find, is excellent.” “It is also changeable,” I said dry ly, “if the course you have been pur suing is through advice of hers.” Vincent smiled. “And then you know,* he went on, ignoring my thrust, “she’s writing a very interesting book, the history of the barons of Wyckhoff, and I’m helping her. I'm awf’ly interested in genealogy, y’ know.” This was true. Incongruous as it may seem, Vincent’s one serious hob by—l don’t consider his paint-dabbling serious—which had to do with re search and scholarship, was his love for things ancient in general, and family trees in particular. It had been Baroness Wyckhoff’s wish that some review of the lives of the barons of that name should be made, since the last one had died, and Mrs. Arm istead had given her secretary this work to do. I eyed Vincent searching ly as he spoke, but his face was so thoroughly unconscious that my sus picions were disarmed completely. “Yes,” he said, “there are a lot of very interesting old books in that library.” “Yes,” I said, “that’s w r hy you and Miss Marsh spend so much time there. jf . AGATHA THIRD. i suppose, rm glad to hear it. I really couldn’t see what you thought was so attractive —” A sharp blow in the chest interrupted my speech. “Shut up,” Vincent hissed in my ear; “don’t you see Miss Marsh?” As he spoke that young person tripped lightly up the wide stone steps of the veranda and was about to pass on when Vincent stopped her. “'Jrood morning,” he said, his hat in his hand. “Are you beginning work so early?” and he looked at the papers carried under her arm. "Yes,” she said, “I have anew idea about that last chapter vre wrote.” “I’m sorry I can’t be with you this morning,” he answered, and she passed into the house. She wore a white frock and a natty little blue apron, and I must admit looked very fresh and dainty, but Wilfred’s tone was so cool and conventional that I mentallly freed him again from my accusation that he was in the midst of a warm flirtation, though you will agree with me that appearances had been very much against him. But that evening when he and I were having our nightly bedroom col loquy I was obliged to admit that Vincent, considering his methods, had accomplished a great deal. With some embarrassment he related to me the tale of his horseback ride in the morn ing. and I must say it completely un settled my belief in the discovery I had made as to the identity of the real Honorable Agatha Wyckhoff. Neither Vincent nor I knew what to make of it. “Do you know. Arch,” he said, stri ding up and dowm my room, “I’ve been through a horrible experience to-day? It was an awful shock to me, and a lesson.” “I’m glad it was a lesson,” said I. There are so few lessons in Vincent’s life. “Yes,” he said, “I felt like a beastly cad. And I don’t see what I’ve done to deserve it. Of course, I’ve held her hand a couple of times—” “That bad habit of yours again,” I murmured. “And I’ve locked at her a lot—she’s got the most soul-moving eyes y’ know.” I didn’t know, but I nodded. The boy was very much In earnest. "But 1 never thought,” he went on —“I never thought she—she—” He stopped and the words seemed to stick in his throat. ‘‘Great heaven, man,” I cried in my Impatience, “get it out. What didn’t you think she’d do?” “I never thought she’d really care for me,” he muttered, shamefacedly, and turned his back on me. “What do you mean?” I demanded, impatiently. He is most exasperating. “Why, this. He ceased his restless walk and stood on the hearth rug, fa cing me. “We’d been out about an hour this morning, Agatha Fifth and I, and we'd been getting up into the hilly country, when suddenly we came out of the woods and saw below us the grandest stretch of country you can imagine.” Here he broke off and went into a rhapsody over the sky-line and the grazing sheep, and said something about Utopia and Eden and other things like that, until he got through at last and came to the interesting part. They can’t help going on like that, these artist fellows, and Vincent never losses an opportunity to get in a bit of description. “Well.” he continued, “I was just enjoying that view' and saying nothing, when she stopped switching the tops off the harebells with her crop and, turning those warm hazel eyes of hers on me, she said in a low voice, as if what she said didn’t matter at all, ’I love you!’” “What!” I shouted. “She didn't?” “She did,” asserted Vincent ruefully, but with firmness —“She did. Just like that, out of a clear sky. Simply folded her hands and looked at me and told me she loved me.” “Angels and ministers of grace, de fend us!” I ejaculated. Nothing else seemed adequate. “What under the sun did you do?” “Why, I told her simply that I didn’t love her, and couldn’t marry her, and I was very sorry, but I thought we’d better get on our horses and go home.” “Quite right, if you don’t really care,” I said, “but oh, Vincent!” as a thought struck me, “just think, she might have been the Honorable Agatha —the reak and only honorable!” “She was!” said Vincent. I was speechless. This was the end of it, then. I saw' the millions taking unto themselves w'ings, and my pan of milk spilled. The real Honorable Agatha had been discovered, the secret was out, but she had avowed herself as loving Vincent and he had spurned her. After such a perform ance there was no chance for either of us. “How do you know she was?” I asked, weakly. “She told me so nerself,” he an swered. “But after you refused her, I sup pose?” “Of course,” said Vincent, resign edly. “But, Wilfred, my boy,” I cried, springing up, and knocking off my glasses in my excitement, “couldn’t you change your mind, couldn’t you fix it up? If she really cared I should think you could!” Though this event would have proved the deathblow to my own hopes, stili my interest in Vincent’s welfare is so genuine that I couldn’t help this anxious expostulation. But again he misunderstood. “You don’t mean that, I know, Arch,” he said. “Of course I wouldn’t marry the girl when I really don’t care for her. But wasn’t it the deuce of a position to be in?” “Oh, Wilfred, Wilfred!” I mourned, “twenty millions right in your grasp, and you threw them away. I wish I’d oaa your chance. Your poor father, how r disappointed he’d be if he knew.” “He’d be more disappointed in me if I had changed my mind and said I would many her just for the sake of the money," said the young man. cross ly, and turning on his heel he left the room. Vincent’s getting more quick tempered every day lately, and he used to be so good natured. I’m sure It was only natural and very disinter ested in me to bew'ail for him the re sult of the unfortunate affair that morning. ( TO BE CONTINUED ) DOINGS THURSDAY wiliflliiß ALL ENTHUSIASTIC Party of Democrats Return from the West—C. a. Kad ing Among the Number. Dodge county democrats, including Attorney C. A. Kading of this city, have returned from the Denver con vention. They stopped off at Salt Lake City on their way home and among the diversions afforded the guests during their brief stop was a visit to the anti-saloon massmeeting in the Mormon temple, a swim in the Great Salt lake, a ride on the famous Salt Lake City bicycle path, a ban quet at the Commercial club, and a street car trip around the city. Or the trolley ride the special car con taming the visitors and their hosts collided with another car and every member of the party sustained a slight injury. An organ recital w r as given for their benefit on the mam moth pipe organ in the Mormon tern pie. The party consisted of Frank B Schutz, John Behling, Milwaukee; Byron Earwig, C. W. Lamoreaux, L S. Keeley, August Bosin, Mayville; L E. Malone, Frank Malone, Paul A. Hemmy, John Kelly', Judge M. L. Lueck, Juneau; C. A. Kading, Water town; Louis E. Schulze, Beaver Dam; M. S. Pluck, Horicon; H. A. Sawyer A. .1. Hemmy, Hartford; Henry Schwalbach, South Germantown and William Schanen, Port Washington. PR9CFFDINGS IN COUNTY COURT Special Term He.d in Water town Wednesday. Judge Rogers Presiding The following matters were dis posed of at a special term of the county court for Jefferson county held at the city hall in this city yesterday, Judge Charles B. Rogers presiding: Estate of Margaretha Hoeffner, de ceased. Proofs of will taken and will admitted to probate. Letters testa mentary issued to Frank Hoeffner of the city of Watertown. Time for fil ing claims limited to January 15, 1909 and hearing on claims set for January 20, 1909 at Watertown. War rant issued to appraisers. Estate of Charles A. H. Gauerke, deceased. Proofs of will taken and will admitted to probate. Letters tes tamentary issued to Wilhelmina Gau erke of the town of Ixonia. Time for filing claims limited to January 15, 1909 and hearing set for January 20, 1909 at Watertown. Warrant issued to appraisers. Various papers field. In Social Realm Mr. and Mrs. Herman Schoechert, route 5, entertained yesterday in honor of Alfred and Elma Buchholz of Grand Rapids, brother and sister of the hostess. A pleasant time was enjoyed by all. The guests of honor will leave Monday' for their home in Grand Rapids. Refreshments were served during the evening. Present were Misses Cora Vincenz, Hilda Puhle, Emma Else, Martha Zoellick, Edna Vincenz, Edna Else,, Elma Buchholz, Meta Puhle, Mina Bruck, Amanda Rettig; Messrs. Oscar Ret tig, Willie Sauerhammer, Edwin Puh le, Walter Else, Roy Vincenz, Arthur Maas. A. Flath, Edward Strauss, Ot to Kentbach, Emil Schroeder, Eddie Trachte, Ernst Trachte, Alfred Buch holz, Louis Puhle, Mr. and Mrs. Aug ust Gruhlke, Mr. and Mrs. Edward Wiegand, Mr. and Mrs. Herman Schoechert. Mr. and Mrs. William Sproesser entertained a number of relatives in formally at their home in Eighth street last evening in honor of the birthday anniversary of the host. Fish Sui prised Them While fishing at Hahn's lake yes terday afternoon a party of Water towm fishermen had a rather novel and queer experience. As they were paddling their boat to shore, a big pickerel left its home among the weeds in the water and with a spring landed into the boat, much to the astonishment of the occpants. The story can be vouched for by B. W. Smith, Edward Schultz or James Spear, the fishermen mentioned above, and they all stick to the same story and as the bait was the same as is usually carried, the story must be accepted in lieu of anything bet ter. Musi Tie Horse Jake Tolden, a horse buyer and trader, was taken into custody yes terday and was fined one dollar and costs, amounting to $5.95, for allow ing his team to remain untied on Madison street yesterday. He paid the fine. People residing in the Sev enth ward complain that some of the horse dealers w'ho camp in that vi cinity often allow their horses to run at large at night. Tolden denied that he had done so when asked by a police officer. Fountain to Remain Owing to the fact that the street car tracks in '.Vest Main street will pass by the drinking fountain it was found necessary to make some pro vision to secure more room. It has been decided to turn the figure of the Indian so that drinking troughs for horses will be placed east and west and not ns at present, north and south. This it is deemed will give a sufficient roadway on both sides to accommodate all the traffic. Personal Mention W. C. Hermes was a Milwaukee visitor yesterday. R. H. Breniucke transacted busi ness in Lake Mills today. W. A. Reurhaus transacted busi ness in Milwaukee yesterday. Miss Mabel Bennccke of Johnson Creek visited in the city today. Miss Lizzie Pa vies of Chicago has been visiting in the city for the past two days. She expects to visit rela lives at Randolph before her return home. Mrs. J. M. Lounsbury, Mrs. M. L. Eversz and Miss Sarah Goetsch at tended the Piptrsville M. E. church Sunday school picnic at that place oday. A WOMAN OF QUICK WIT. Susan B. Anthony Never Lacked ■ Ready Reply. Few lives so lend themselves to dra matic narration as Susan B. Anthony’s, says the Delineator. It ranged from tragedy to comedy, with scattered bits of melodrama, she ever in the center of the stage. With her everything was always Intensely realistic—-not acting. Miss Anthony had a peculiar faculty of condensing a whole speech into a single sentence. For instance, when she heard men lamenting that the pro fession of teacher was not respected as much as the other professions, "Do you not see that so long as society says woman has not brains enough to be a doctor, lawyer or minister, but has plenty to be a teacher, every man of you who condescends to teach tacitly admits before all Israel and the sun that he has no more brains than a wo man?” And when Horace Greeley said to her at Albany, “You know the bal lot and bullet go together—lf you vote, are you ready to fight?” instantly she retorted, “Yes, Mr. Greeley, just as you fought In the late war—at the point of a goose quill!” Again, when she was talking on divorce and the Rev. A. D. Mayo, thinking to annihilate her, said, “You are not married; you have no business to be discussing marriage,” “Well, Mr. Mayo,” she answered, “you are not a slave; suppose yon quit lec luring on slavery!” His Support. A young colored man in Washington who passed with credit a civil service examination was immediately certified for appointment to the treasury de partment. His old mother, a darky of the antebellum type, insisted upon ac companying him to witness his taking of the oath of office. When the official charged with the swearing in of the new clerk put to him the usual formula with reference to “supporting the con stitution of the United States” the old lady’s eyes were seen to bulge with as tonishment. But she said nothing till she and her sou were outside, when, turning to him, she solemnly observed: “I didn’t wanter say nothin’ in there, Joe, but ’deed, honey, I don’t see how youse goin’ to suppote de United States when you ain’t been able till now to suppote your folkses.”—St. Paul Pio neer Press. Bird Structure. Birds belong to the vertebrates, or backboned animals. They are distin guished from the rest of the verte brates by the graceful outlines of their bodies, by their clothing of feathers, toothless jaws and the fore limbs, or wings, be.ug adapted to flying. Nature has made many wonderful provisions in the bird, especially in the formation and arrangement of the bones. These are compact and in many cases hollow, thus combining lightness with strength. The first bone of the backbone is so freely jointed to the skull that birds can turn their beads around and look directly back. Alms From a Tomb. A remarkable custom which has been uninterruptedly in force for 300 years is yearly observed at Ideford, a secluded parish a few' miles from Chndleigh. It is that of picking up alms from the donor’s tomb in the church3’ard. The rector and church warden stand at one end of the t( mb, upon the flat top of which they place coins. The recipients of the charity come np one by one to the other end of the tomb and pick up the money.— London Standard. Oh, Wait Till He Returns. “Why, dear,” exclaimed the good friend on finding Mrs. Newed in floods of tears, “what is the matter?” The young wife wiped her e3 - es and tried to compose herself and be in humanly calm. “Well,” she began, with folded hands, “you know John is away for a week.” “Yes. dear,” helped the lady friend. “Well, he wiites to me regularly, and In his—his last letter he tells me be gets my photo out and kisses it ev ery day.” “But that is nothing for you to cry about!” exclaimed the good friepd. "Yes. It is.” cried Mrs. Newed, bursting into tears afresh, “be-because I took my picture out of his ba-bag be before he started ju just fqy a Jo-joke and put one of mo-mo-mother’s in Its place!” Why They Don’t Desert. “Instances of desertion from the army in Mexico are very rare and for the best of reasons,” said Senor Jose de Minaldez of Nueva Leon. “The reason lies in the almost sure capture of the fugitive and the certain ty that he will get not one but numer ous floggings on his bare back. These lashings are done In the presence of the comrades of the deserter, and when the men see how great is the suffering of the miserable wretch who tried in vain to quit his military obligations they are forced to conclude that it Is better to stick to the army than to un dergo such a terrible ordeal.”—Baltl more American. The Groceries CARRIED in our establishment are, from every standpoint, perfect I y satisfactory. Their excellent quality is conceded by all who have tried them and we can guarantee their purity as it is guaranteed to us by the manufacturers. It will be money in your pocket to deal lure, be cause you not only get the highest grade of goods but pay the lowest price for them FRED BITTNER THE UP-TO-DATE GROCER 501-3 North Fourth Street Telephone 135-y Schmulzler Cos FURNITURE and UNDERTAKING. Mam and Fourth St. WfITL.JiOWN, WIS Residence Telephones Nos. 1702 and 1703 Phone Store 46-7. The Markets. RETAIL BUTTER AND EGGS. Eggs- Strictly fresh, 16c. Butter—Dairy, 21 to 22c; creamery 25-26 c. The following quotations on butter, eggs vegtables and fruit are up-to date and furnished the Leader by the best local authorities: VEGETABLES New potatoes 45c per p^ck. Old Potatoes —90c bu. New Cabbage—3c lb. New Onions—7c lb., 4 lbs. 25c. FRUITS. Waterrnellons—3s and 40 cts. Mushmellons—s-8 and lo cents. Lemons—Dozen 20c to 25c. Oranges—Dozen, 20c to 40c. FARM PRODUCE. J he following quotations are report ed by H. L. Kerr, 300 West Mum street: Oh. Potatoes- 60 to 70. Leans—l.so to 2.00 Butter, fresh 15 to 20. Eggs—ls. iiv ’ Chickens, g to 9c. r> ng chickensl4-19c per Ih. VV jil, washed, 16 to 18c per lb. Wool, unwashed, 14 to 17c per lb. Plymouth, Wis , July 6—On the call board here today twenty-six fac tories offered 3,973 boxes of cheese: 400 daisies withdrawn. Balance sold as follows: 2.240 daisies at lljc; 142 Young Americas at 11 J; 63 Young Americas at lljc; 689 Longhorns at 112 c; 85 twins at 11c 221 Twins at 102 c; 133 boxes square prints at 21 £c. OFFICIAL BUTTER MARKET. Fond du Lac, Wis., July 6—Sales ot cheese on dairy board today were 97 twins at 10J *, 28 Twins at lOJjc, 98 twins at lOJc, 125 C daisies at Market active. Elgin, 111., July 6—Elgin butter market ruled firm at 22c on the board of trade today. Total output for the week, 1,0“2,300 lbs. BARLEY The following quotations for barley is reperted by H. Wertheimer, Barley Headquarters, Main Street. Harley—4B to 52. GRAINS AND FLOUR. Red winter wt eat— 88c White winter wheat-88c Soring No I—BBc Spring Nc. 2—B6c Spring No. 3—84 Corn—7o. Rye—72. Oats—s2c. Patent Flour—sl.so sack ; $6.00 bbi. Straight Flour—ss.4o per bbl; $1.35 per sack. Middlings—Per cwt. f 1.25. Bran 1.10 Rye Feed— 95 WISCONSIN WOOL. Following are quotations of Mil waukee houses: Medium combing; 19c ao, clothing 18c; quarter blood combing, 17Jc; do, clothing 16c; mer ino, 12 tu 17c; >ommon braid, 15c; seedy burry, cotted, black, etc.. 3 to 4c per pound less. Smoke “Latest Out.” 5c ;igar.