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HURDY Ay GELETT DURGESSI ILLUSTRATED 6y RAY 'VS2ILTEES coor/trcnr by crijcrr AOHGS3S \ 1 J SYNOPSIS. Hall Bonistelle, artist-photographer, prepares for the day’s work In his studio. Ha Is reminded by Flodle Fisher, his as sistant, of a party he Is to give In the atudto that night, and warned that; his business is In bad financial shape. Mr. Doremus, attorney and justice of the peace, calls and Informs Hall that his Uncle John’s will has left him *4.000,000 on ■condition that he marry before his twen ty-eighth birthday, which begins at mid night that night. CHAPTER ll—Continued. Flodle tried to speak, hesitated, couldn't. “I—think so—” she finally got out. Then, timidly: "Yes, I’m sure she would!” “By Jove, I’ll try It!” he exclaimed. "Who Is she?” Flodle almost broke down. She crept up to him timidly. “Why—why, you know, Mr. Bonistelle, don’t you? —why, you must know! It’s some one”—she stopped and swallowed — "someone you see —very often.” She couldn’t look him Ip the face, but stood waiting fearfully, trembling. “Lord, if I could do it!” Hall went on to himself. “Four millions! Be fore midnight.” He paused, gazing at ■a corner of the ceiling. “Oh, by Jove!” he exclaimed suddely, “I know now! Yon mean Rena Royalton! Why, I never thought of her, before! Of course. Yes, that’s a fact! She did call me Hall, the last time I saw her, didn’t she?” He turned to Flodie. "See here, Flodie, you’re clever—how the deuce did you know?” Flodie clutched at her heart and bit her lip to keep back the tears. He put it to her direct. “Is it Mrs. Royalton, Flodle?” Flodle’s smile was a triumph; it had in it a dozen different meanings, It was wonderful in its beautiful renun ciation; but It took a full minute for her to control herself, and, meanwhile, she busied herself with the tray. “Yes,” she managed to say finally, and choking, she walked rapidly back into the office. Hall stood and thought it over. He took out his watch and looked at it anxiously. It was already ten o’clock. Once he shook his head. It was too outrageous; then the humor of the af fair seized him and he laughed harsh ly, aloud. Flodie’s white face appeared in the doorway. “What is it?’’ she cried. “I’ve got it!” he shouted, “we’ll have the wedding tonight. The guests are invited already, and they can’t get at "Yes, I’m Sure She Would!" the rice. How’s that? Won’t that be great? Flodie Fisher, you’ve saved my life! ” He grabbed her and whirled her round In a crazy waltz, till she broke away in anguish. "Oh, Mr. Boni stelle," she began, “I'll just have to tell you. I can’t bear it —” At that moment there was a sound of the hall door opening. “What Is it?” Hall said. “Anything I can do for you? Want to be a brides maid, or what?” Flodie turned, looked, and saw. “Oh, nothing!” She put her hand to her head, as if it were aching. “Thers she is, now!” she sighed. “Mrs. Roy alton!” “Good! Tell her I’ll be ready In just a minute!” Hall rushed into the dark room to load his plate-holders. Flodie went wearily into the office with a curt “Good morning, Mrs. Roy alton.” and made a brave attempt to smile. CHAPTER 111. Mrs. Royalton was plump and flam boyant. handsome, if one didn’t mind her pop eyes, which were brown and brilliant. She was a sleek and glossy woman dressed In the extreme of style, apparently quite assured of her own charms. Her motions were pleas antly slow —she moved about with a stately swanlike carriage. Her vocal tones, too, were slow and smooth; full of a sort of sentimental unction. IT WASN’T THE SAME WOMAN Nevertheless, tno British Soldier's De sire to Marry Lasted Through the Year of Probation. There is a famous British general who hates to see his soldiers wed. One day a Tommy came to him and asked permission to marry. The general, hoping cool the man's ardor, told him to go away and come back again a year from that Sea Took Toll of Daring Sailors. Intercourse between Russia and England began in the middle of the sixteenth century by the White sea. 3t was a hazardous and costly voyage. iThe crews of two of the three ships *with which Richard Chancellor made Ihls first trip in 1553 were frozen to death, Sir Hugh Willoughby among them. On his second venture in 1556 brought back with him a Russian ambassador, Osip Nejea. Two of the ships were never heard of fcgain. and the Edward Bonaventura, Vastly condescending always, was Mrs. Royalton, to her inferiors; suave and flattering to those she admired. She wore white, with a purple hat. “What's the matter, child? Been crying, haven’t you? What in the world does a young girl like you have to trouble you?” “Oh, waiting on customers, for one thing!” Flodle tossed her head like a filly. Mrs. Royalton didn’t, apparently, get the sarcasm. “Well, yon don’t seem to wait on them very much! Isn’t Mr. Bonistelle ready for me yet?” Flodie started to reply, then changed her mind. “I don’t know,” she said, “I’ll see.” Hall was blinking from the dark room, loaded plate-holders in hand. “Oh, Mr. Bonistelle," Flodie whis pered despairingly, “you aren’t going to propose to her, are you? Oh, don’t, don’t, please, Mr. Bonistelle!” “Well, what’s the matter now? I thought you wanted me to.” “Oh, but I don’t now!” "Flodie! You're crazy! Don’t you worry! It’ll be a happy day for you, little girl, when I’m married! I’ll see that you get a better job than this! Say, where’s that other plate-holder?’’ ‘ Over on that shelf. Oh, Mr. Boni stelle, you’ll be awfully unhappy! I know you will!” He stopped impatiently. “Unhappy! With four millions, Flodie? With a private yacht—a country house —a villa in Italy, per haps—automobiles—a valet —by jove, I guess not!” Her face was absurdly distorted with pain and anxiety. Her fists were clenched. She summoned her courage for the last despairing stroke. “Oh, she —paints, Mr. Bonistelle! She paints her face like a clown! You wouldn’t —” Hall laughed aloud. “For heaven’s sake! Is that what’s troubling you? Now, I suppose she’s the only woman who does it in all New York! Well, put your mind at rest, Flodie; I’ll promise to reform her after we’re mar ried. Tell her to come in.” Mrs. Royalton wandered into the studio. She began, as usual, with a simper and a smile. “I don’t know that I ought to shake hands with you, Mr. Bonistelle! You’re a bad, bad boy! Why haven’t you been to see me, all this long while?” She filled the place with her dulcet personality. Hall inspected her sagely, as one in spects a valuable object he is expect ing to purchase, seeing her, as it were, for the first time. His first re mark lacked conviction. “Oh, I’ve been busy—Rena!” That “Rena” barely saved it. “Busy! Oh, you’re always too busy for poor little me! I’m sure you’ll take a horrid picture of me—and I did so want to get a good one today!" Mrs. Royalton rattled on, taking off her veil and inspecting her hair in the cheval glass. She twitted him on his impoliteness, she made her big eyes bigger. She did the spoiled child kittenishly. Hall still seemed distrait. He broke away nervously and went to work. It was his custom to engage his object in conversation, permitting her to change position, talk, drink tea, flirt, or gesture as she would, while she wag unaware, and before she began to wonder why he did not begin, to have managed the exposure of some dozen plates, from one or two of which h£ was pretty sure to achieve a triumph of art and naturalness. But, at the mercy of his obsession, this method was impossible today. Hall was too busy making up his mind, and could not do two things at once. “You’re not paying a bit of attention to me,” she pouted. Mrs. Royalton, babyish, was a picture for a cynic. But Hall was too engrossed in his own thoughts. He caught her with an unlifted finger, cried “There!” and slipped in a plate. “The fact is, I am a bit worried today,” he confessed. “Just look a bit over that way. That’s right! Fine!” He deftly pressed the bulb. She went up to him and patted his arm. “Oh, you poor dear man! Oh, I wish I could help him out!” “Oh, no, I’m afraid you can’t help me,” he said irritably. “I wish to heaven you could. Now look up!" he commanded. Then he dived under the focusing cloth, and emerged to say, “It’s partly you that I'm worrying about, though. Rena.” “About me? No!” Mrs. Royalton was delighted. “Yes, I am, really!” He went up to her and adjusted her jabot. Her eyes went off at him like a double-barreled Ghotgun in an explo sion of coquetry. “I suppose you tell that to every woman you know!” He was in for it, now. “Nonsense! ICs true, Rena.” She opened her eyes still wider. “What in the world do you mean?” She was hungry for more. “Walt till I get another picture." Hall wheeled his camera into anew position, wondering what to say next. She was animated enough, now, her hig eyes fairly blazed. The tigress scented the antelope. For some time he held her off while she teased for further revelation, in- day, and If he was then in the same mind permission would be given him to marry. When the year had passed the soldier repeated his request. “But do you really still wish to marry?” asked the general in sur prise. “Yes, sir, very much?” answered Tommy. “Well, you may marry now.” said the general. “1 never believed there was so much constancy in man or woman.” The soldier saluted and prepared to after four months at sea, was wrecked on the Scottish coast Chancellor, many of the crew, and seven Russians perished, but Osip Nejea was among the survivors, and the English lords and merchants went out in state be yond Shoreditch to welcome this “duke of Muscovia." —London Chron icle. A Communal Oven. In the Argentina kampo (rural dis tricts) there are still to be seen the communal ovens of the natives. These quisitive, tantalized. Finally he sat down beside her on the couch under the window, stretched out his hand, obtained hers without much trouble, and felt of it softly. She stared at him excitedly. “You know, Rena, the reason why I haven’t been to see you, don’t you?” “Oh, some other woman, I’m sure.” “No; I just didn't dare. I hadn’t the courage.” She drew her hand away, but per mitted it to be recaptured with ease. “You must know what I’ve been think ing,” he went on. “You must have seen it in my eyes.” “Why, your eyes look all right, Mr. Bonistelle. 1 haven’t any idea what you’re talking about!" She was a forty-year-old baby, now. “I wish I could see some of it in your eyes, Rena!” “What in the world? See what?” “I’ve admired you ever since I first saw you, Rena!” He plunged in, now, over his head. He shut his eyes for the Jump, to give it intensity. “I can’t get you out of my mind —I —I — love you, Rena, didn’t you know that?” She moved away, as if a bit alarmed, aDd withdrew her hand. “Why, Mr. Bon—Hall! I had no idea you thought of me in that way. It’s absurd. You haven’t known me but a few weeks —” “Oh, I’ve known you long enough. I’ve been desperate about it —” Hall began almost to mean it. “Rena, you’re the only woman I ever loved!” “Hall," —she paused and gave him a long languishing look. "Why, I can’t —— “Then You Like Me a Little, Rena?” believe it! When did you first d's cover that you loved me, Hall?” she cooed, drawing nearer. This stopped him for a moment. “Why—since—since—the second time, I think it was—” “You think it was! You mean that time you came to dinner? Why, I thought you were much more inter ested in Carolyn Dallys!” “Don’t you believe me, Rena? I tell you, I can’t stand it any longer. I’ve simply got to have you. Don’t say no yet—just listen! Give me some en couragement, Rena, just a bit!” She looked at him with immense delight. “You poor boy.” Softly she patted his hand. “Then you do like me a little, Rena?” He seized her hand firmly. Rena was pleased and happy, radi ant. “To think that you’re in love with just poor little me!” “Then you will say yes—and make me the happiest man in the world — the richest man in the —” Mrs. Royalton would squeeze every precious drop out of the orange. “Do you really love me so much?” “Oh, do I! W r hy, Rena, I simply can’t wait—l want to marry you im mediately—as soon as possible—today, even—” Rena rose. “Oh, that's impossible!” Her voice lost its unction and became immediately matter-of-fact. “Don’t be silly, Hall. Why, I haven’t said ‘yes’ yet. I must have time to think it over.” “Time?” Hall’s face dropped. “I want to be sure, this time!” She shook her head in swift retrospection. “Don’t torture me, Rena! You know how I must suffer. Think of my being deprived of the opportunity of —” “Of what?” Again her cowlike gaze disconcerted him. “Oh, of everything—of you—of hap piness—of, of —you know!” He looked at her helplessly. She still smiled, proud of his ardor. Something in her pleased eyes encouraged him, and he put his arm about her shoulder, tried to draw her closer, had his lips ready for the kiss, when she sprang up. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Largest Rose 19 Inches. R. S. Hardie Baugh, a rose enthusi ast of Ontario, Cal., Is displaying a bloom of the William Shean variety which measures six inches in diame ter and nearly nineteen inches In cir cumference. The rose is perfectly formed and fragrant. Mr. Baugh de clares that a fertilizer of rotted pota to parings was responsible for the mammoth blossom. In color it 11 of a delicate shade of pink. He’s Only a Volunteer. “Where do we find the most miser able of men!” exclaimed the exhorter fervently. “You don’t have to find him,” re sponded the man in the fourth row, center, “he hunts you up and tells you ail about It” leave the room, but when he got to the door he turned around and said: “Thank you, sir, but it isn’t the same woman.”—Pittsburgh Chronicle-Tele graph. Crowded Out “I understand you are planning a new house.” “I started to.” “Why did you drop it” “I didn’t drop it. My wife and the contractor got together and I haven’t been able to put in a word since.” aboriginals are called gauchos; they are more hospitable than Europeans. The ruralites use those ovens in turn, each party doing his own heating or firing. Sometimes one senora-de-la casa will attend to the oven heat and baking for a number of families —the stipulation being she reserve one of the biggish family loaves from each batch for her own usually bunny war ren family. For fuel heat for the oven, the sun dried bovin chips (“cow coal”) is often used where wood is scarce. — Bakers’ Weekly. mum corr/Marr. /m, er me rtewj/*rt# jrn&cATS LEAVING HUBBY AT HOME. What Is home* with none to meet, None to welcome, none to greet us? Home is home and only sweet When there's one we love to meet us. “Of course you are going away for the summer?” When the relatives of a young wife || would be so deso -y iate to keep her *<* ; h° Uß e open when every other home; , '• Y \ % in the block was' boarded up as tight as a drum. If she does make a confidante of a woman friend, acknowledging she’d dearly love to go for a change of air, but admits she is fearful of poor hub by suffering, he’d never know how to get along without her. The other wom an promptly pooh-poohs her out of such a notion. “What do other wom en’s husbands do?” she demands. “They all seem to get along swimming ly and they are sure to appreciate a wife who has caused them to realize how lonely existence is without her.” The wife's dear old grandma gives her a bit of sage advice, leaving her to follow it or not as she chooses, sat isfied with pointing out to her that the summer wanderlust habit of the mod ern wife has been the means of break ing up many a happy home. In her days, says the dear old lady, journeys were by no means the easy undertak ings that they are today. It meant over a week’s ride by stage coach over almost impassable roads to get from one hamlet to another. For a wife to take such a trip, unaccom panied by her husband, to enjoy the pleasure of staying at a strange hos telry, and among strangers, was al most unheard of. Then, too, men are very much like roguish children, almost sure to get into mischief when they find them selves alone, the wifely care with drawn. There’s a wisdom in the trite, and true, couplet: “When the cat’s away, the mice will play.” He's a bungling housekeeper and dust rises. He will fry himself an egg for his breakfast, but forgets to clean the pan. As for making up his bed, he’s in too much of a hurry to get off to business in the morning, and so tired at night that he just tumbles in as it is. He takes his dinner at the restaurant, eating what he pleases, everything his wife has refused* him because of his weak digestion. Last, but by no means least, the lone hubby who is probably taken for a single man, is the target of attraction for the detached young women secretly sigh ing for husbands. Even the most exemplary of men have fallen from grace because of their wistful eagerness to forget their loneliness by taking their first draft of wine at the suggestion of a group of men friends who were like sufferers. The lone husband who does not know what to do to pass away his evenings after the work of the day is a shining tiark for the majority of the tempta tions that are aimed his way. Of course he has wife’s letters to read, but that Is not like hearing tender words from her warm, sweet lips, or holding her soft clinging hands in his strong clasp, or feeling the magnetism of her gentle, womanly presence. There is such a thing as weaning a husband away from even the wife he adores. Leaving him to his own resources a long summer through is usually the wedge which Is first brought into use to separate the links which bind their hearts in so close and sweet a bond. Many husbands cannot take a vaca tion which would take them away from home. In such a case, wise are the wives who cheerfully share the husband’s lot, cheering him through the long uncomfortable hot evenings by their companionship. There are cool walks in the moonlight, street car rides going to the open-air movies, etc. When the sensible wife sits down to think over calmly all grandma has told her, she concludes that she could have a happier summer by hubby’s side than away from him. There is no use throwing a good man into danger, is there? MEN WHO BREAK THEIR WORD. Forget me, when I'm gone! The violets Above my rest will blossom just as blue. Or, miss my tears, e’en Nature's self forgets. But while I live be true. The man who thinks it no harm to break engagements and keep people waiting on the anxious seat in vain for his appearance is not to be trusted. Where is the prudent girl who would ever think it worth while to place con fidence In that sort of a man again? If a man has the least interest in a young woman, who regards him as a pleasant acquaintance, and she invites him to call upon some particular eve ning when he has told her he was to be at leisure, if he respects his word he will take good care not to forfeit his welcome and esteem by breaking his word when he said, “Thanks, I will come.” There is no surer, more certain test of a man’s true regard for her. You may set it down as an infallible sign that the man who repeatedly breaks his word is not in love unless he has Not a Riot. “What is the occasion of all this tumult?” asked the stranger, stop ping on the corner and watching the surging mob of women who are massed in front of a business estab lishment “Is this a riot?” “No. Those women are demanding what they think are their rights.” “Oh,” comments the stranger. “Possibly the proprietor of the establishment across the way is opposed to woman's rights?” “No. He’s in favor of them, but he says he won’t open his soda WAUSAU PILOT an excellent reason for finding It Im possible to keep his appointment. When she watches and waits for him who comes not, having made many dainty, costly preparations, the least that he can do to prove that he is a gentleman whose intentions are worthy is to send her a telegram or write her a few lines of regret and ex planation, and send it by a speciai messenger within the hour in which she expected him. He is in honor bound to close his note by asking for another appointment to be made, aa those unforeseen circumstances pre vented his keeping his word. An in different, faithless, would-be lover often makes a still more careless, faithless husband. A young woman may try her best to blind herself to this truth. Make excuses for his short comings as you will, the fact remains the same. The thought of seeing her soon aghin never gives him one extra heart beat or Joyous thrill of expec tancy to look forward to. “It may be the way he has been brought up,” sug gests the eager maiden who tries to keep him in the good graces of her family, who are getting tired and sick of his dilatory manner. “He has been reared among strangers for years f since he lost his relatives," retorted an observing aunt. “Outsiders require one among them to toe the mark; so why should he give us the cold shoul der, burn our gas nights, waiting only to be disappointed, and laugh to think we believe him?” A mortified expres sion crosses the flushed features of the nonplused girl. The gravest error which a young woman can commit against good judgment and her best future interests is to forgive and keep on forgiving a man of such doings, over and over again. At the uncalled for breaking of the second and the their appointment, without the very best kind oi a satisfactory reason, do not continue to make him welcome whenever he chances to come. Give him up. You will be sure to get some one else who will appreciate and love you—promptly coming to pass all the time with you that he is allowed. Promises should not be like pie crusts easily broken. Happy is the girl who discerns aright a true lover, one who keeps his word. WHY HE HAS TO SETTLE DOWN. Whatever of gain or of loss you have met With the others who go your way, Keep out of the past, from the first to the last, And away from the worries stay. So burdened is life with its might-have beens Its many outs and its many ins. Stop and reflect, if you would not be wrecked By your own or another's sins. While the majority of men are care free and as happy as the day is long, they laugh at the advice of friends who urge them to recollect that it’s time they were “settling down.” In their own hearts they know it is true, but fight shy of admitting it. The free lance is a single man, no wife to cater to, no responsibilities for the upkeep of a home to hamper him, no children or home to shoulder the responsibility of. He can roam where his fancy wills, admiring each and every one of the beautiful women who flit across his path, hying aw r ay to new scenes when his friendship shows warning of dropping into a tenderer sentiment. Thus life goes on with him until by accident Cupid’s intent (call it what you will) destiny leads him all unknowingly to the feet of one woman and lo! the habits, ambition, determination of a lifetime melts in a single hour. He becomes absorbed with the one idea —to ■win this wom an for his wife. It would mean set tling down, cutting loose from the friends and habits holding such a tenacious grip upon him, giving up old pursuits and what, up to now, he had always considered his pleasures to gain the commendation of one woman. If love will not cause a man to settle down nothing in this world will. All at once the scales that have been covering his eyes drop from them. He realizes he is not getting younger and time makes cruel sport of those who have gradually dropped out of earnest love’s race. He begins to feel the need of a home and one true woman therein to whom he is dear, one loving heart all his own to which he may anchor his hopes. Half of the world of men would be roam ers if it were not for some sweet woman who has come into their lives unexpectedly, making havoc of all their plans and theories and decisions that the life they were leading suited them, therefore change it they would not. To form the resolution that he will settle down is the most praiseworthy stand a man can take. It is not until then that he plants the seed of true happiness. He thanks God and the dear wife by his side that he realizes the ne cessity of settling down, making life one grand, sweet song. It is never too late for the man who has pro crastinated to retrieve. Wed and set tle down. Why Language!. Differ. An interesting contribution to the discussion of a universal language is offered by the Montreal Family Her ald. The adoption of a universal lan guage, purely spoken by all who use It, is made difficult by the fact that there are physical differences of an important character between the dif ferent races. The vocal organs are so unlike in different peoples that a language originally uniform would soon change in the mouths of the va rious nations, until they could no longer understand one another. If the Italian language could be taught to all Chinese or Russians it would change so rapidly that in a few years no one would recognize it as Italian. One theory to account for this fact is that the people in the chilly north speak with the lips nearly closed, and that those who live in milder climates give free articulation by opening the mouth. Short Sight of the Snake. Snakes are said to be so short sighted that they are unable to see more than one-quarter of their own length. fountain for another week yet, and the women demand that it be put in opera tion this very day or they’ll know the reason why.” Asa Cleaner. A good supply of wooden skewers are useful for their original purpose, but can also be used to clean corners: or, covered with several thicknesses of cheesecloth, aid in keeping free from crystals the sides of the sauce pan in which sugar is being boiled down. SAVING THE SOLDIER WONDERFUL ACCOMPLISHMENTS OF MODERN SURGERY. German System So Perfect That Des perately Wounded Men Are Re stored to Service In Compara tively Short Time. With their characteristic thorough ness the Germans have set themselves to the task of saving every wounded soldier sent back from the front who is not beyond their aid. They are ac complishing wonderful results and thousands of disabled soldiers are soon restored to health and sent back to the firing line, who might have per ished miserably were it not for the scientific management of German hos pital work. There is no neglect of the wounded. From the time a man is hurt on the battlefield until he is installed in a hospital, perhaps far away from the scene of his injury, all that could possibly be done for him before he reaches the hospital has been accom plished by skilled hands and when he reaches his destination competent surgeons, who specialize in the kind of wound he has received, begin the final work of healing. Instead of being the most common operation in war surgery, amputation is not practiced now, except as the last resort. Anti septic treatment has so minimized the danger of infection that the most des perately wounded soldiers are saved and dismissed from the hospitals with their full complement of limbs. Not only are German surgeons do ing splendid work, but American, French, English and Austrian sur geons are every day performing re markable operations. Recently an op eration was performed by Prof. Albert Tietze on a soldier who had a serious wound in his head. After a large frag ment of shell had been removed the X-rays showed that a small piece of shell remained. Professor Tietze said this particle could not safely be left in the skull because it might become dislodged in future years and cause instant death. It was suggested that a magnet be used to draw out the splinter. There was no instrument of the sort avail able, but engineers of the telegraphic division soon made an electro-magnet. A motor, formerly used for running a threshing machine, and a dynamo were requisitioned. The physician took an iron wand, highly polished, and connected it with a coil. The wand was inserted in the soldier’s skull and the fragment of shell was easily with drawn as it clung to the end of the iron. Properly Named. Not all of the good negro stories come from the South. For instance, there is the one told by John Poucher, Jr., now of Omaha, though formerly of these parts, who has been visiting his brother-in-law, “Heathen” Wood, in Louisville recently. John was a newspaper man once, but he is preach ing now. He says there is an old darkey in Omaha, who, strange as it may seem in that latitude, never was a slave. The old man does odd jobs of haul ing, for which purpose he uses a gigantic mule of tremendous strength and equal deliberation and determina tion. One day John asked the old man the mule’s name. “Dat mule am name Co’poration,” was the answer. “What on earth ever made you give him such a name as that?” John asked. “Jes’ ’cause dat am re nachel name fo’ ’im,” said the old man. “Dat ar mule he kin stan’ mo’ ’buse an’ go right ahaid havin’ 'is own way dan any w’ite pusson yo’ eber see.”— Louisville Times. Orchids in a Skull. At the international flower show in New York the most interesting exhibit was a moth orchid growing in a hu man skull. The saull is that of an old tribal chief of the Philippine Islands, who was killed forty years ago by Guanu, a Suriage chief, for stealing one of the latter’s wives. Guanu kept the skull as a trophy un til his death, when it was placed upon Guanu’s grave as a tombstone. An orchid took root, and as the flower bloomed It was zealously guarded by the natives, who thought the orchid was the spirit of the chief. In the year 1902 a traveler passing through the village saw the freak, stole It from the natives and sent it to a flor ist. The expansion of the roots had caused the frontal bone to crack. The roots extend down through the skull, and can be seen through the nasal cavity and beneath the jaw. Bad Opera Kills Good Hound. Held before a canned music rx chine, a big collie belonging to Miss Jane Detrick of New Market, Md., was called to dog heaven. The dog died in an hour after being forced to lis ten to the music. Miss Detrick had just purchased the machine and was trying it out, with a seven-dollar grand opera record, made by several great singers. She wanted her pet to hear the music and held the animal before the instrument. The dog whined pite ously and finally wriggled from the arms of his mistress. After getting loose the collie raced through the house, chewing its paws. Thinking that the dog had gone mad, Miss Detrick sent for a veterinarian, who announced that the dog, which was a high-strung animal, had died from excitement and fright. A Sure Thing About Wives. C. N. Niles, the Rochester aviator who captained Carranza’s flying staff in Mexico, said in a New York inter view: “Successful? I should say we were successful. Aeroplanes are just as sure to be successful in warfare as wives are sure to be jealous. “I know a Rochester man who said warmly to his wife one evening: “ ‘I saw Mrs. Brown today. By jingo, what a beauty! She doesn't look thir ty-five, does she?’ “ ‘No, not now,’ his wife answered, coldly, 'though I guess she did once.’ ” Pretty Well Fixed. “I was surprised to hear that you had married a man with no provisions for the future,” said the bride’s aunt. '‘Oh, but we have, auntie," replied her bridelets. “We have nine cases of canned goods in. the pantry.” Modern Children. In describing the children who had moved in next door little Helene said: “They’re not troublesome children; they don’t do anything you tell them not to do, but they do everything you don't say anything about.” DENTISTS DR. J. H. KOLTER Dentist McKinley Bldg., Wausau, Wls. C. W. CHUBBUCK Dentist Office*—Lawrence Block, Noa. 515-617 Third Street DR. CQNLIN Dentist Office Over NATIONAL GERMAN AMERI CAN BANK Telephone 1711. DR. RUSSELL LYON DENTIST Spencer Building, Third Street Over Lund'e Flowsr Store. Telephone 1711. P. A. RIEBE Dentist Office Paff Block, 216 Third Street. DR. G. G. ANDERSON Dentist Office Over Mueller’s Jewelry Store. DR. A. H. LEMKE Dentist Office—3l2 South First Avenue, over Albers’ west aide drug store. GREEN BROS. Proprietors City 'Bus and Baggage Line Cor. Second and Jefferson Sts. WAUSAU, WIS. The Onlj Transfer Companj In the Cltj Telephone 1022. WM. ZIMMER If You Are in Want of Any Decorating, Paper Hanging and Hardwood Finishing Call On WM. ZIMMER P. 0. Box 215. Telephone No. 1540. Estimates Given on Short Notice. Neal Brown L. A. Pradt C. S. Gilbert ABSTRACTS We have the only abstract of Mara thon county. We have a thoroughly qualified abstractor, and make ab stracts at reasonable prices. We are responsible for all abstracts made by us and guarantee that they show the condition of the title properly as it appears on record. An abstract of title Is useful If you desire to sell or mortgage your prop erty, and Is very valuable In ascertain ing defects In your title that can be easily remedied, and yet might be suf ficient to spoil a sale. If you desire an abstract of the title to your prop erty, call and see us. Wausau Law & Laud Association PROPERTY OWNERS Insure With Zimmerman & Rowley Who Represent Fire Insurance Companies that pay losses promptly. Basement Marathon County Bank ’Phone 1030. Everybody who reads magazines buys news papers, bat everybody wbe reads newspapers doesn't bey magazines. Catch the Drift? Here's the medium to reach the people of this community. CHAS. H. WEGNER Largest General Store in Waosan Groceries, Clothing, Crockery, Hay, Feed, Flour, Produce, Etc. i Stck f Frak Efn, Batter is d hn Predate Alraya a Bnd BUSINESS DIBECTOBT ATTORNEYS Ne&i Brown L. A. Pradt Frd Genrtcfc BROWN, PRADT & GENRICH LAWYERS Praotlaa In all court* Loans. Ab traota and Collection* Office* or First National Bank. Kreutzer, Bird & Ros3nberry ATTORNKYS AI LAW, corner Fou'.h and Scott streets, tn Wlsaonstn Valley Trust building. Money to loan In large or small amounts. Collections a specialty. ORLAF ANDERSON LAWYER 512 Third St. Y/ausau, Wis. CRAIG B. CONNOR j Attorney at Law Office 501 3rd St., Wausau, Wis. i REGNER & RINGLE ATTORNEYS AT LAW. Loans and Collections a specialty. Office 306 Third street. FRED GENRICH Attorney at Law. Office In First National Bank Building. SMITH & LEICHT ATTORNEYS AT LAW 512 Third St Phone 1733 PHYSICIANS j Dr. Harriet A. Whitehead OSTEOPATHIC PHYSICIAN Twelve Years’ Experience Ten Years in Wausau Hours 9 a. m to I2; 2 to 5 p. m. Spencer Bldg., 600 1-2 Third St. Telephone 1660 RYAN & SWEET ATTORNEYS AT LAW Office In MRS. CLARA BOETTCHER OBSTETRIX Night Calls Attended To 620 McClellan St Phone 1557 Dr. D. Sauerhering Office Over 5 aid 10 Cent Store TELEPHONE NO. 1684 Architect Telephone 3229 A. PARSONS ARCHITECT 612 Weston Ave. Wausau, Wis. DRAY LINE C. H. Wegner, Prep. All kinds of light and heavy dray* Ing, household goods moved, freight delivered, etc. Rates the Loweet and Service Prompt Nlf You Have a Printing Want WE WANT TO ENOW WHAT IT IS Putting out food printing la our business, and when we say good printing wo don’t mean fair, but the beat obtainable. If you are "bom Missouri” give ' ua a trial and we will ! \ Show You * will occupy your entire time when you become a | regular advertiser in THIS PAPER. Unless you have an antipathy for labor of this kind, call us up and we'll be glad to come and talk over our proposition.