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“ONE MILLION LEAGUE
FOR MANITOBA.” The purposes of the “Million for Manitoba League" are set out in the fact that Manitoba wants more peo ple. Today the population is less than five hundred thousand, and the de termination of the representative men of the Province to devote their best energies to increasing this to a mil lion is a worthy one. There is already a widespread interest in every munic ipality; committees are appointed, whose duties are to secure such a thorough knowledge of local condi tions that, whether the applicant for information be a laborer for the farm, a would-be tenant, a probable home steader, the buyer of a small improved farm or the purchaser of a large tract for colonizing farmers, the Informa tion is at hand, free. The advantages that Manitoba pos sesses are many, and with the ex ploitation that will be given them by the birth of this new acquisition to the settlement and Immigration prop aganda that Is being carried on by the Dominion Government, there is no doubt that the establishment of the bureau will very soon bring '.bout the results looked for. Manitoba Is prac tically the gateway of the great grain belt of the West. Its farm lands have demonstrated time and again that they have a yielding value that practically makes them worth over one hundred dollars per acre. Added to the yielding value of the land, there Is an increased value on account of its nearness to markets, and the mat ter of freight rates is carefully con sidered by the cautious buyer. But the information more valuable to the incoming settler is that it still has an Immense amount of vacant fertile land open for homesteads. This dispels the idea that free homesteads in Manitoba are about exhausted. In addition to this, the territory recently added to the Province wBl open up a home steading area which when filled shou’d fully satisfy the “Million for Manitoba League.” Within the old boundaries there is an area of 47,360.- 000 acres. less than six million acres of the 16% million acres occupied be ing under cultivation. At present there are over 20 million acres of available land capable of being put under the plough. If in every one of the 195,000 vacant quarter sections of the Prov ince an average family of four persons were placed, there would be added a rural population of nearly 800,000. So there is room for additional hundreds of thousands on the farms of Mani toba, without any possibility of con gestion. The population per mile in lowa is 39.4, in Minnesota it is 23.5. That in Manitoba is only 7.1. A glance at the map, copies of which wi;l be forwarded upon application to anv Canadian Government Agent, shows that Manitoba is wonderfully well supplied with railways. There are hut few farms that are more than ten or twelve miles from a railway line: elevators are convenient, and markets are always good. The grow ing of grain, while a big feature in the Inducements held out. Is w r ell re enforced by the great possibilities that exist In all portions of the Province, for the raising of stock, for dairying, for hogs, and for a successful class of mixed farming, and what gives addi tional interest is the fact that there is so much land In the Province open for free homesteading that Improved farms In almost all of the 98 munici palities can be purchased at very low figures. Many of the owners of these have made sufficient upon which to re tire and are becoming residents of the cities. In addition to the export mar ket for the produce of the farm, Man itoba has a number of large cities and towns providing a splendid local mar ket. Truck" and garden farming are highly profitable branches. Winnipeg is a city bordering on 200,000. Bran don is a splendid centre, Portage la Prairie is the hub of an excellent dis trict, and Yorkton, Minnedosa, Dau phin, Morden, Manltou and a dozen other towns are important help as con sumers. The Dominion and Provincial immi gration officials are working in strong sympathy with the “Million for Mani toba League.” and in addition to tae general literature sent out by the Gov ernment, the League has prepared pamphlets giving useful and concise information, which on addressing the Secretary, Million League, Winnipeg. Manitoba, will he forwarded free. The Child, Father of the Man. The late Thomas 11. Reed, when a lad. was requested to bail out a small boat that had been leaking badly, and was almost full of water. “I can't do it,” replied Tom. “It’s unconstitutional.” “What do you mean?” inquired the owner of the boat. “The constitution of the United States says," replied the future states man, “that ‘excessive bail shall not be required' of any man.” —Youth's Com panion. Unappreciative. “Ha!” mused Noah, as he looked upon the flood from one of the win dows of the Ark, “the folks who jeered at me for building this vessel, laugh ed at me when I told them It was the original water wagon, but they would have fared better had they appreci?ted in time the dry wit of my little Joke.” To be sweet arc! clean, every worn an should use Paxtine in sponge bath ijg. It eradicates perspiration and all other Irvdy odors. At druggists. 23c a box or sent postpaid on receipt of price by The Paxton Toilet Cos., Bos ton, Mass. The Exception. “In one respect, a man is unlike a conflagration." “What Is that?” “When they put him out he is full of fire.’ Use Allen’s Foot-Ease [ra&'he nntisi-pttc powder to be shaken in*o tor itred, ♦en.tor. smarting. e!t- feet. It m.iaos >nn feet toe! ' walking : lh ' “f-c. For tree tru! '.eksg'. \".:. 1 e Hi'}, V \ Professional Bias. because our weather man L'd in local o> ain. a cut stops when spiled. It heals rs. Sc and 30c by ample write to River Falls, Wls, ced that about is to feel com a candidate for a muddy complex treeten the temper. may have its SYNOPSIS. Enid Maitland, a frank, free and un spoiled young Philadelphia girl, is taken to the Colorado mountains by her uncle, Robert Maitland. James Armstrong, Maitland’s protege, falls in love with her. His persistent wooing thrills the girl, but she hesitates, and Armstrong goes east on business without a definite answer. Enid hears the story of a mining engi neer, Newbold, whose wife fell oft a cliff and was so seriously hurt that he was compelled to shoot her to prevent tier be ing eaten by wolves while he went for help. Kirk by, the old guide who tells the ntory, gives Enid a package of letters which he says were found on the dead woman’s body. She reads the letters and at Klrkby’s request keeps them. While bathing In mountaing streata Enid is at tacked by a bear, which is mysteriously shot. A storm adds to the girl’s terror. A sudden deluge transform brook Into raging torrent, which sweeps Enid into gorge, where she is rescued by a moun tain hermit after a thrilling experience. Campers in great confusion upon diarov ing Enid's absence when the storm breaks. Maitland and Old Kirkhy go In search of the girl. Enid discovers that her ankle Is sprained and that she Is un able to walk. Her mysterious rescuer carries her to his camp. Enid goes to sleep In the strange man's bunk. CHAPTER X.—(Continued.) Have you ever climbed a mountain early in the morning while it was yet dark and ha mg gained some domi nant crest stood staring at the far horizon, the empurpled east, while the “dawn came up like thunder?" Or better still, have you ever stood with in the coll, dark recesses of some deep valley of river or pass and watched the clear light spread its bars athwart the heavens like nebu lous mighty pinions along the light touched crest of a towering range, un til all of a sudden, with a leap almost of joy, the great sun blazed in the high horizon? You might be born a child of the dark, and light might sear and burn your eye balls accustomed to cooler deeper shades, yet you could no more turn away from this glory, though you might hate it, than by mere effort of will you could cease to breathe the air. The shock that you might feel, Ihe sudden surprise, is only faintly sug gestive of the emotions in the breast of this man. Once long ago the gentlest and ten derest of voices called from the dark to the light, the blind. And it is given to modern science and to modern skill sometimes to emulate that godlike achievement. Perhaps the surprise, the amazement, the bewilderment, of him who having been blind doth now see, If we can imagine it not having been in the case ourselves, will be a bet ter guide to the understanding of this man's emotion when this woman came suddenly into his lonely orbit. His eyes were opened although he would not know it. He fought dowu his new consciousness and would have none of it. Yet it was there. He loved her! With what joy did Selkirk welcome the savage sharer of his solitude! Sup pose she had been a woman o. his own race; had she been old, withered, hid eous, he must have loved her on the instant, much more if she were young and beautiful. Tie thing was inev itable. Such passions are born. God forbid that we should deny it. In the busy haunts of men where women are as plenty as blackberries, to use Fal- |i ''] if ' ' He Stared From One to the Other. staff's simiie, and where a man may sometimes choose between a hundred, or a thousand, such loves are boru, for ever. A voice in the night, a face in the street, a whispered word, the touch of a hand, the answering thm'!) of an other heart —and behold! two walk to gether where before each walked alone. Sometimes the man or the wom an who is born again of love knows It not, refuses to admit it, refuses to recognize It. Some birth pain must awaken the consciousness of the new life. JAPANESE SILK IS REVIVED Chemical Process Has Discov ered That Strengthens the Fabric and Facilitates Spinning. According to the North China Daily News the ladies of America and Eu rope are to have the restoration of the popular Japanese silk fabrics in large supply and greater beauty tban ever before. It is claimed that an expert connected wltL the Fuji Spinning com pany has discovered a chemical proc- If those things are true and possi ble under every day conditions and to ordinary meo and women, how much more to this solitary. He had seen this woman, white breasted like the foam, rising as the ancient god dress from the Paphian sea. Over that recollection, as he was a gentleman and a Christian, he would fain draw a curtain, before it erect a wall. He must not dwell upon that fact, he would not Unger over that moment. Yet he could not forget it. Then he had seen her lying prone, yet unconsciously graceful in her aban donment, on the sward; be had caught a glimpse of her white face desperate ly uptOßsed by the rolling water; he had looked Into the unfathomable depth of her eyes at that moment when she had awakened in his arms after such a struggle as had taxed his manhood and almost broken his heart; he had carried her unconsciously, ghastly white with her pain-drawn face, stumbling desperately over the rocks in the beating rain to this, his home. There he had held that poor, bruised slender little foot in his hand, gently, skilfully treating it, when he longed to press his lips passionately upon it Last of all he had looked into her face, warmed with the red light of the fire, searched her weary eyes almost like blue pools, in whose depths there yet lurked life and light, while her golden hair tinged crim son by the blaze lay on the white pil low —and he loved her. God pity him, fighting against fact and admission of it, yet how could he help it? He had loved once before in his life, with the fire of youth and spring, but it was not like this. He did not rec ognize this new passion in any light from the past; therefore he would not admit it. Hence, he did not under stand it. But he saw and admitted and understood enough to know that the past was no longer the supreme subject in his life, that the present rose higher, bulked larger and hid more and more of his far-off horizon. He fe’t like a knave and a traitor, as if he had been base, disloyal, false to his ideal, recreant to his remem brance. Was he indeed a true man? Did he have that rugged strength, that abiding faith, that eternal conscious ness, that lasting affection, beside which the rocky paths he often trod were things transient, perishable, ev anescent? Was he a weakling that he fell at the first sight of another woman? He stopped his ceaseless pace for ward and backward, and stopped near that frail and futile door. She was there and there was none to prevent. His hand sought the latch. What was he about to do? God for bid that a thought he could not freely share with humanity should enter his brain then. He held all women sacred, and so he had ever done, and*this woman in her loneliness, in her help lessness, iu her weakness, trebly ap pealed to him. But he would look upon her, he would fain see if she were there, if It were all not a dream, the creation of his disordered imagin- ation. Men had gone mad in hermitages in the mountains, they had been driven insane in lonely oases in vast des erts; and they had peopled their soli tude with men and women. Was this some work’ug of a disordered brain, too too much turned upon itself and with too tremendous a pressure upon it. producing an illusion? Was there in truth any woman there? He would raise the latch and open the door and look. Once more the hand went stealth ily to the latch. The woman slept quietly on. No thin ess which will be a great boon to the spinners and also to the admirers of Japanese silk. While Japanese sericulture was yet in a p; Imitlve condition no chemical was used to soften the cocoon before it was spun into thread. Later the spinner succeeded in getting out & thin, soaplike substance, which ful filled the lor.g-felt want with some success; but the difficulty was that it weakened the ■fabric and took away -.be natural luster. Thus Japanese silk has been steadily losing the popularity We Cfa(k^X!ouT% ff Bein&l he Story Certain Persons / V M Ufcc Uranic dEjt and Conquered ; A Worn a nceTcf Coforttao ' Cyrus Bratlv *Cv "Vi Author n tstani of Setter Manrtfeartj and Osl tire HnrfNJatv,” " At* Xfcst Spark* V • Ffy OpwacjT, *' - .a _ <J S * - IT’ujrtra-ff o*r f>y Yound -- V W-o . p barricade easily unlocked or easily broken protected her. Something in tangible, yet stronger than the thick est, the most rigid bars of steel guard ed her; something unseen, indescrib able, but so unmistakable when jt throbs in the breast of those who de pend on it feel that their dependence is not in vain watched over her. Cherishing no evil thought, the man had power to gratify his desire which might yet bear a sinister construction should it be observed. It was her pri vacy he was invading. She had trust ed to him, she had said so, to his hon or, and that stood her in good stead. His honor! Not in five years had he heard the word or thought the thing, but he had not forgotten it. She had not appealed to an unreal thing; upon that her trust was based. His hand left the latch, It fell gently, he drew back and turned away trembling, a conqueror who mastered himself. He was awake to the truth again. What had he been about to do? Pro fane, uninvited, the sanctity of her chamber, violate the hospitality of his own house? Even with a proper mo tive, imperil Ills self-respect, shatter her trust, endanger that honor which so suddenly became a part of him on demand? She would not probably know; she could never know unless she awoke. What of that? That an cient honor of his life and race rose like a mountain whose scarped face cannot be scaled. He fell back with a swift turn, a feeling almost womanly; and more men, perhaps, if they lived in fem inine isolation, as seif-centered as women are so often by necessity, would be as feminine as their sisters — influenced him, overcame him. His hand went to his hunting shirt. Nerv ously he tore it open; he grasped a bright object that hung against his breast. -As he did so, the thought came to him that not before in five years had he been for a moment uncon scious of the pressure of that locket over his heart, but now that this oth er had come, he had to seek for it to find it. The man dragged it out, held it in his hand and opened it. He held it so tightly that it almost gave beneath the strong grasp of his strong hand. From a nehrby box he drew another object with his other hand. He took the tw'o to the light, the soft light of the candle upon the table, and stared from one to the other with eyes brim ming. Like crystal gazers, he saw other things than those presented to the casual vision. He heard other sounds than the beat of the rain upon the roof, the roar of the wind down the canon. A voice that he had sworn he would never forget, but which, God forgive him, had not now the clearness that it might have had yesterday, whispered awful words to him. Anon he looked into another face. red, too, with no hue from the hearth or leaping flame, hut red with the blood of ghastly wounds. He heard again that report, the roar louder and more terrible than any peal of thun der that rived the clouds above his head and made the mountains quake and tremble. He was conscious again of the awful stillness of death that su pervaded. He dropped on his knees, buried his face in his hands where they rested on picture and locket on the rude table. Ah, the past died hard, for a mo ment he was the lover of old—remorse, passionate expiation, solitude—he and the dead together—the world and the living forgot! He would not be false, he would be true, there was no power in any feeble woman's tender hand to drive him off his course, to shake his purpose, to make him anew, another man. Oh, Vanitas, Van itatum! On the other side of the door the unconscious woman slept quietly on. The red firelight died away, the glow ing coals sank into gray ash. Within the other room the cold dawn stealing through the unshaded window looked upon a field of battle —death, wounds, triumphs, defeats —portrayed upon one poor human face, upturned as some times victors and vanquished alike up turn stark faces from the field to the God above who maj pity but who has not intervened. So Jacob may have looked after that awful night when he wrestled un til the day broke, with the angel, and would not let him go until he blessed him, walking, forever after with halt ing step as memorial, but with hiß blessing earned. Hath this man's bless ing won or not? And must he pay for it if he hath achieved it? And all the while the woman slept | quietly upon the other side of that door. CHAPTER XI. The Log Hut In the Mountains. What aw akened the woman she did not know; in all probability it was the bright sunlight streaming through the narrow window before her. The cabin was so placed that the sun did not strike fairly into the room until it" was some hours high, consequently she had her long sleep out entirely un disturbed. The man had made no ef fort whatever to awaken her What ever tasks he had performed since day break had been so silently accomplish ed that she had not been aware of them. So soon as he could do so, he had left the cabin and was now busily engaged in his daily duties outside the cabin and beyond earshot. He knew that sleep was the very best medicine for her. and it was best that she should It once enjoyed and its market has from time to time been encroached upon by the Italian product. Mr. Inouye has now hit upon a meth od of strengthening the elasticity and strength of the fabric, and at the same time greatly facilitating the spinnipg into thread. One more bene St from this process will be that man ufacturers will be able to obtain 15 per cent, more produce than by ’.be cld-fashioced way. Furthermore, the new substance has an antigerm and anticorrodiDg effect, not be disturbed until in her own good time she awoke. The clouds had emptied themselves during the night, and the wind had at last died away toward morning, and now there was a great calm abroad in the land. The sunlight was dazzl'ng. Outside, where the untempered rays beat full upon the crests of the moun tains, It was doubtless warm, but with in the cabin it was chilly. The fire had long since burned completely away, and he had not entered the room to replenish It. Yet Enid Maitland had lain snug and warm under her blan ket. She presently tested her wound ed foot, by moving it gently, and dis covered agreeably that it was much less painful than she had anticipated. The treatment the night before had been very successful. She did not get up immediately, but the coldness of the room struck her so soon as she got out of bed. Upon her first awakening she was hardly con scious of her situation; her slrep had been too long and too heavy, and her awakering too gradual for any sud den appreciation of the new condition. It was not until she had stared around the walls of the rude cabin for some time, that she realized where she was and what had happened. When she did so she arose at once. Her first impulse was to call. Never in her life had she felt such death like stillness. Even in the camp al most always there had been a whis per of breeze through the pine trees, or the chatter of water over the rocks. But here there were no pine trees and no sound of rushing brook came to her. It was almost painful. She was keen to dress and go out of the house. She stood upon the rude puncheon floor on one foot, scarcely able yet to bear even the lightest pressure upon the other. There were her clothes on chairs and tables before the fireplace. Such had been the heat thrown out by that huge blaze that a brief inspec tion convinced her that everything was thoroughly dry. Dry or wet, she must needs put them on, since they were all she had. She noticed that there were no locks on the doors, and she realized that the only protection she had was the sense of decency and the honor of the man. That she had been allowed her sleep unmolested made her the more confident on that account. She dressed hastily, although it was the work of some difficulty in view of her wounded foot, and of the stiff con dition of her rough, dried apparel. Presently she was completely clothed, save for that disrobed foot. With the big clumsy bandages upon It, she could not draw her stocking over it, and even if she succeded in that, she could in no way make shift to put on her boot. The situation was awkward, the pre dicament annoying. She was wearing bloomers and a short skirt for her mountain climbing, and she did not know quite what to do. She thought of tearing up one of the rough, unbleach ed sheets and wrapping it around her leg, but she hesitated as to that. It was very trying. Otherwise, she would have opened the door and stepped out into the open air. Now she felt her self virtually a prisoner. She had been thankful that no one had disturbed her, but now she wished for the man. In her helplessness she thought of his resourcefulness with eagerness. The man, however, did not appear, and there was nothing for her to do but to wait for him. Taking one of the blankets from the bed, she sat down and drew it across her knees and took stock of the room. The cabin was built o'f logs, the room was large, perhaps 12 by 20 feet, with one side completely taken up by the stone fireplace; there were two windows, one on either side of the outer door, which opened toward the southwest. The walls were unplaster ed save in the chinks between the rough hewn logs of which it was made. Over the fireplace and around on one side ran a rude shelf covered with books. She had no opportunity to ex amine them, although later she would become familiar with every one of them. Into the walls on the other side were driven wooden pegs; from some of them hung a pair of snow shoes, a heavy Winchester rifle, fishing tackle and other necessary wilderness para phernalia. On the puncheon floor wolf and bear skins were spread. In one corner against the wall again were piled several splendid pairs of horns from the mountain sheep. The furniture consisted of the jingle bed or berth in which she had slept, built against the wall in one of the corners, a rude table on which were writing materials and some books. A row of curtained shelves, evidently made of small boxes and surmounted by a mirror, occupied another space. There were two or three chairs, the handiwork of the owner, comfortable enough in spite of their rude construc tion. On some other pe 0 s hung a slicker and a sou’wester, a fur over coat, a fur cap and other rough clothes; a pair of heavy boots stood by the fireplace. On another shelf there were a number of acientiflc instruments, the j nature of which she could not deter i mine, although she could see that they ! were fill in a beautiful state of pres | ervatlon. There w as plenty of rude comfort in i the room, which w as excessively man ! nish. In fact, there was nothing any where which in any way spoke of the : existence of woman—except a picture |in a small, rough, wooden frame which ! stood on the table before which she sat dewn. The picture was of a hand ! some woman —naturally Enid Maitland saw that before anything else. She and will not injure the hands of oper atives. Some time ago an American is reported to have discovered a chem ical compound which would preserve silk; and this is said to be something simhar in composlTion to the Japanese invention. Feeding a Convalescent Child. When my small son was convales cing from a recent illness the doctor ordered hot gruels, broths, etc., and I realized that It would require some finesse to get him to take them. would not have been a woman If that had not engaged her attention more forcibly than any other fact in the room. She picked it up and studied it long and earnestly, quite uncon scious of the reason for her interest, and yet a certain uneasy feeling might have warned her of what was toward in her bosom. This young woman had not yet had time to get her bearings. She had not been able to realize all the circum stances of her adventure. So soon as she did so she would know that into her life a man had come, and what ever the course of that life might be in the future, he would never again be out of It. It was therefore with mingled and untranslatable emotions that she stud ied this picture. She marked with a He Caught It Up .'ddick!/. certain resentment the bold beauty quite apparent, despite the dim fading outlines of a photograph never very good. So far as she could discern, the woman was dark haired and dark eyed —her direct antithesis! The casual viewer would have found little of fault in the presentment, but Enid Mait land's eyes were sharpened by what, pray? At any rate, she decided that the woman was of a rather coarse fiber, that, in things finer and higher she would be found wanting. She was such a woman, so the girl reasoned acutely, as might inspire a passionate affection in a strong hearted, reckless youth, but whose charms being large ly physical, would pall in 'onger and more intimate association; a danger ous rival in a charge, but not so for midable in a steady campaign. These thoughts were the result of long and earnest inspection, and it was with some reluctance fiat the girl at last put the photograph aside and looked toward the door. She was hun gry, ravenously so. She began to be a little alarmed, and had just about They Had Plenty of Ciubs Postmaster of Cherrydale Village Names Over Its Various Organi zations for the Stranger. “I suppose that your town Is almost too small for the club movement to have affected it much. A town of only eight hundred inhabitants seldom has many clubs, I believe.” raid the stranger within the gates of Cherry dale to tae postmaster. “Well, we ain’t clubbed to death as some places seem to be, but when you come to count 'em up we got consia erable many clubs for a town of our size. We got a Woman’s Club o’ two hundred members, an' a \ illage Im provement Club, an’ a Ladies Social Club, an' a Friday Afternoon Club, an’ a big Choral Club, an' a Current Events Club, an 'a Library Club, an’ a Dit kens Club, an’ a Thought an' Work Club, an' a Art Club, an’ a mixed club that calls Itself the 1 rog re*s Club, an' a Dancing Club. an| five whist clubs an’ a Euchre Club, an’ a Saturday Night Club. Then the W. C. T. U., an’ the Odd Fellows, an' the masons, an’ Knights o Phythias. an the D. A. R, an’ the G. A. R., an the Ancient Order o’ Hibernians, an’ the Eastern Stars, an’ the Sons o' Tem p’rance arf the Christian Endeavorers all have societies here, an' they are tryin’ to start a Y M. C. A., an' a ’i W. C. A Then with the Grange, an’ the Boys’ Brigaae, an’ five churches, an’ some Boy Scouts, an a Lend a Hand Society, an’ a Handicraft So ciety, an’ the Good Samaritans, an ? be Helpers’ Guild, we got cousiddable many clubs, after all. Each of em has a fair an' a couple o’ entertain So after I had prepared the little dishes for the tray I ro.’.ed paper into cones and stood one up over each lit tle cup.- Then I plan'd a penny fla.g onto one cone and, lo! I h ad ( pany “D" in camp and sonny and I went visiting. We stopped first at th r - captain s tent (where the flag wag) and be partook of the treat offered. Then he went gayly from tent to tent, eagerly lifting up the paper cones to see what was beneath. The next day I made a leg cabin made up her mind to rise and stum ble out as she was, when she beard steps outside and a knock on the door. “What Is it?” she asked In response. “May I come in?” “Yes,” was the quick answer. The man opened the door, left It ajar and entered the room. “Have you been awake long?” he began abruptly. “Not very.” “I didn't disturb yoji, because you needed sleep more than anythiug else. How do you feel?” “Greatly refreshed, thank you.” "And hungry, I suppose?” “Very.” “I will soon remedy that. Your foot?” “It seems much better, but I—” The girl hesitated, blushing, "i can't get my shoe on, and—" “Shall I have another look at it?” “No, I don’t believe it will be neces sary. If 1 may have some of that lini ment, or whatever it was you put on it, and more of that bandage, 1 think 1 can attend to it myself, but, you see, my stockings and my boot—” The man nodded; he seemed to un derstand. He went to his cracker box chiffonier and drew from it a long, coarse woolen stocking. “That is the best that 1 can do for you,” he said. “And that will do very nicely,” said the girl. “It will cover the bandage, and that Is the main thing." The man laid on the table by the side of the stocking another strip of bandage torn from the same sheet. As he did so, he noticed the picture. He caught it up quickly, a dark flush spreading over his face, and holding it in his hand, he turned abruptly away. (TO BE CONTINUED.) ments a year, so there’s something go in’ on a good deal o : the club time, even if the club movement ain’t bit us very hard yet.”—Judge. The Mind Reader. He gave a marvelous performance in the Myrtle room at the Waldorf hyphen-Astoria—could tell blindfolded what card you drew- from the pack, could hold you by the hand and open a book to the very passage you were thinking of, and could find rings and > Ins hidden in impossible places, all by mental process. After the entertainment the marvel ous mind reader stood In the lobby at the cloak-room door, and made a big row. “I’ve mislaid that measly hat check you gave me,” be shouted, “and I can't find my hat anywhere. If some body don’t get it for me without fur ther delay I’ll sue for damages!” Eager for Cupid’s Business. Justice John F. Boyer of Evanston. 111., is not to have a monopoly of the larrving business of that Chicago suburb simply because he offers to marry free of charge girls who “pop the question” during leap year. Jus tice Samuel Harrison, of the same suburb, has announced that he will give a pound of tea free of charge to every couple he marries. Further rate cutting is expected. - * Much In the Minority. Many men ask more than they are entitled to, but the number getting It Isn’t large.—Atchison Globes out of toasted bread strips piled log cabin fashion. It inclosed a cup of beef tea, which he drani because it was presented in a way that appealed to his imagination. We played soda fountain and he paid for his hot drinks with toy money, and thus I accomplished my purpose without friction. —Harper’s Bazar. A woman purrs at berne t-nried kitten but scratches when called a cat CAMPAIGN IS HAVING EFFECT Already the Death Rate From Tuber culosis Is Showing a Gratifying Decrease. In certain cities, such as New York, Boston, Cleveland and Chicago, and in states like Massachusetts, Rhode Is land and Connecticut, the decline In the death rate from tuberculosis Is more marked than in the countr? at lurge, which declined 15.7 par cant, in the ten years from 1901 to 1910. The National Association for the Study and Prevention of Tuberculosis says that there are many factors working to gether to cause the decline in the tu berculosis death rate, such factors as the change in the character of our ur ban population, increased sanitation, and better housing, but probably as potent a factor as any has been the na tion wide anti-tuberculosis campaign. “It may be foretold with considerable certainty,” the association says, “that when the effects of the present rapid ly increasing provision for the care of tuberculosis patients shall have be come evident, the decline In the death rate from consumption in the coming decade wi *ven more marked than that in the lon. one.” PHYSICIAN ADVISES CUTICURA REMEDIES “Four years ago I had places break out on my wrist and on my shin which would itch and burn by spells, and scratching them would not seem to five any relief. When the trouble first began, my wrist and shir itched like poison. I would scratTi those places until they would bleed tefrre I could get any relief. Afterwards the places would scale over, and the flesh un derneath would look red aud feverish. Sometimes It would begin to itch until it would waken me from my sleep, and I would have to go through the scratching ordeal again. Our physician pronounced It “dry eczema.” I used au ointment which the doctor gave me, tut it did no good. Then he advised mo to try ihe Cuti cura Remedies. As this trouble has been in our family for years, and is considered hereditary, I felt anxious to try to head it off. I got the Cuti cura Soap. Ointment and Pills, and they seemed to be just what I needed. “The disease was making great headway on my system until I got the Cuticura Remedies which have cleared my skin of the great pest. From the time the eczema healed four years ago, until now, I have never felt any of Its pest, and I nm thankful to the Cuticura Soap and Ointment which certainly cured me. I always use the Cuticura Soap for toilet, and I hope other sufferers from skin diseases will use the Cuticura Soap and Ointment.” (Signed) Irven lutchlson, Three Riv ers, Mich., Mar. 16, 1911. Although Cuticura Soap and Ointment are sold by druggists and dealers everywhere, a sample of each, with 32-page book, will be mailed free on application to | “Cuticura,” Dept. L. Boston. Her Natural Protector. “O Clara, we had a dreadful scare this morning, a burglar scare!" said / Mrs. Fink. “There was a frightful noise about two o’clock, and I got up. I turned on the light and looked dowu, to see a man's legs sticking out from under the bed.” “Mercy, how dreadful! The burg lar’s?” “No, my dear, my husband’s. He had heard the noise, too.”--Youth’s Companion. Cuts Down Sentw.'.ce. Slllcus —Do you believe in long en gagements? Cynlcus —Sure. The longer a man is engaged the less time he lias to be married. T° • ay young or to grow young, Garfield Tea can help. 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