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SMITH HAD THE WRONG IDE/)
Easy to Imagine Large Volume of Mu
sic Was Made by Hands and Feet,
but Not by Ear Alone.
One evening Smith Jitneyed to the
siiburos to call on his friend Jones,
and while they were sitting on the
veranda enjoying their after-dinner
ragweed large volumes of music
broke loose in the adjacent bunga
low.
"Some music," commented Smith,
glancing through the fireflies to the
scenery beyond. "Who might the
performer be?"
"It is my neighbor Green," an
swered Jones. "And would you believe
that he plays by ear alone?"
"I would not," was the prompt re
joinder of Smith. "I can eai Ly
imagine that he might make that
much noise by using both hands and
ieet and ^n ax, but you can't make me
believe that he does it by banging the
side of his head on the keys."—Phila
äelphia Telegraph.
His Trolley Twisted.
He was raving to his family about
tte fair maid that he had selected to
lead him up before the parson.
"Her golden hair, her velvet com
plexion, her liquid eyes—" he was say
:ng, when his ten-year-old sister in
terrupted him:
"You are getting things mixed,
George," she said. "It is her complex
ion that is liquid. I wr ',th hei
when she bought it."
Wrong Impressions.
"You will observe," said the profes
sor, "the higher the altitude attained
the colder the temperature becomes/
"But isn't it warmer up in the moun
tains?" asked the youth at the pedal
extremity of the class.
"Certainly not," replied the profes
sor. "Why do you think it would be
warmer there?"
"I thought th« atmosphere was heat
ed by the mountain ranges," answered
the youth.
Man 's Observation.
Mrs. Snooper—Man makes me
tired.
Mrs. Swayback—What's the matter
now?
Mrs. Snooper—My husband saw Mrs.
Keedick yesterday, and I asked him
what she had on, and he replied, "Oh,
clothes."—Stray Stories.
The Element of Enjoyment.
"What satisfaction did you derive
from paying a fortune for that quaint
old picture?" asked the woman who
is not very appreciative of art.
"The satisfaction," replied Mrs.
Cumrox, "of showing our old friends
that we could afford to spend all that
money."
GEORGE WAS OUT ONE.
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George—I've fixed that kid brothel
ro he won't watch ua any more. I
have paid him a dollar and he haa
CKroed not to bother us for a year.
She- That's too bad. I got engaged
to Freddy last night.
HI« Patience.
"If you had to work—Jest nacherly
Iiad to," queried Seldom Fedd, who
was a great hand to cogitate, "what
kind ot a job would you choose?"
"Hein' Janitor In an air castle," re
plied Soiled Spooner, a prominent vol
mteer in the great army of the un
employed.—J udge.
Something Wrong.
"I paint things as i see them," said
Jobbster, complacently, hh the cril
ie inspected hl« "Moonlight on U m
'udson."
Interesting«'' «aid the crttUj. "Ha»«
vou ever tnoufht of c/n«ui iWig M
scutut,
HERA'S TRUSTEE
By CLARISSA MACKIE.
(Copyright, 1915. by the McClure News
paper Syndicate.)
When Judge Linwood died his large
estate was left in trust to his only
child, Vera, who, now doubly op
phaned, went to live with her aunt;
Mrs. Henry Hendrick.
The Hendricks entertained lavishly
r.nd spent money recklessly, so that
when Henry Hendricks money van
ished, together with most of Vera s
fortune, that unfortunate gentleman
promptly took himelf out of the world,
leaving his widow to open a fashion
able boarding house in the suburbs.
As for Vara, she had decided to go
West and claim possession of the old
Golden Eagle mine, which her father
had lef* in trust for her. The western
trustee was his old friend. Anthony
Burgess, and it was through Anthony
Burgess that Vera received the semi
annual dividends which now constitut
ed her sole income.
"But, my dear child," protested Mrs.
Hendrick tearfully, "yolx can't go out
there alone! Why. you've never even
seen this Burgess man!"
"That he was father's friend
speaks sufficiently in his favor. Aunt
Emily, and. besides, I shall only stop
in Eagle City a short time. There is
an excellent hotel there."
"I am afraid to have you travel
alone," objected Mrs. Hendrick.
"Nonsense; I am twenty-one. and
father trusted me thoroughly. You
forget that I once spent six weeks at
Eagle City."
"But your father was with you."
"Yes, Aunt Emily, but I shall get
along nicely. I thought perhaps that
there might be some business con
nected with the mine that I might
learn—that I might become a real
business woman—not a drone living
on the income father left me. I want
to be useful."
"Have your own way, child," sighed
the widow plaintively. "I can't say
too much, Vera, because my poor Hen
ry's slipshod business methods lost
your fortune as well as our own. I
told your father not to make Henry
your trustee. As for the other trus
tee—have you ever seen Mr. Burgess?"
"He was in Mexico when fatt .aid
I were in Eagle City."
"I hope he is trustworthy?" was
Mrs. Hendricks final remark.
»»»*»••
Eagle City basked in the warmth
of an Indian summer day. Vera loved
the fresh, sweet mountain air and the
low-lying haze reddened by the sun.
"Burgess?" repeated the lantern
jawed stage driver as Vera made in
quiries. "Anthony Burgess? Oh, he
lives over beyond the mountain."
"How shall I reach his place®"
"Stopping in the city?"
"Yes; take mo to the beb. »lOtel,
please."
"That will be Mrs. Lizzie Smith's,
ma'am. To get to Burgess' you'll have
to get a hoss. Can you ride?"
"Oh, yes."
"Then going will be easy. A good
hoss will take you and most anybody
will p int out the trail to the Golden
Eagle I suppose you've heard of the
lucky strike there?"
"No. Do you mean that they have
discovered more gold?"
"That s right. Struck the richest
vein ever found hereabouts. Seems
it s faded out in Burgess' owti mine,
the Double Eagle, and the lead has
been uncovered in the Golden Eagle.
There's been a regular stampede for
these parts in the past week."
"And the new discovery has made
Mr. Burgess poor?" asked Vera.
"Almost. He wasn't expecting it,
you see, ma am, and he's been laying
out a lot of money on his own mine;
he's trustee for some folks back East,
who own the Golden Eagle, if he was
anything except the straightest man
God ever made he could help himself
out of the Golden Eagle and nobody
would ever be the wiser."
Vera was thoughtful the rest of the
day. She spent a restful night at Mrs.
Smith's homelike hotel, and the next
day she hired a horse to ride over the
mountain.
"You'll not want to go alone, honey "
admonished Mrs. Smith.
Vera displayed the little six-shooter
which her father had taught her to
use.
"I am not afraid,' she laughed, and
rode away.
Down the street she met the stage
driver; he pulled in his steaming
horses and held up a warning hand.
"Not going over the mountain alone,
are you?" he asked.
Yes. l am not afraid," she assured
him.
"There's ifkely to be rough charac
ters about," Ije warned her. "It's pay
lay at the Golden Eagle and there's
a rumor that some of the ftlo gang
are going to hold up the paymaster.
Vou better wait till tomorrow."
"But someone had better warn the
paymaster," protested Vera.
"Burgess has been warned, but he
ain t the kind to heed such a warning;
he don't Know what fear I«, doggoné
aim!" And the «tage rumbled on.
Vera followed the tr»ll winding up
through the hill«, she did not meet
anyone, and although her surefooted
Pony sometimes stopped and sniffed
Inquiringly at the underbrush or
'j'.ap«4-ijp ro'ks along the way, «he
coiiW not guess that the animal in
xtlnetlvely knew that there were mei,
""«•king ambushed, waiting tor the
aywiastter oi the (Joiden h agi«.
At u, she glimpsed „ '«rk, evil
■"<■ ss disappeared o«hl;,.J « iock.
"1 ■■ ■") .* gim that «be aiuld com
&<•' « iti.re* so that the man
" ; »he Had seen Dim,
~ go ufcck «troc UM way
she had come aud warn the paymaster
of the irur—diny danger. Yet the
men in ambush must not know that
she was suspicious.
She swung her pony about and
hu mmed a gay little tune as she rode
down the trail; she talked to the pony
in bantering accents.
"Oh, Nicodemus Alexander," she
sighed, "I could remain on this moun
tainside all day and admire the view,
but you must get me back to town for
dinner; I'm hungry."
So she rode back along the down
ward trail, hoping to meet the pay
master at the round of every curve
in the road.
At last, far below, she glimpsed a
black horse flying along the trail and
a rider who seemed part of his beau
tiful mount.
"He doesn't ride like an old man,"
she thought with quickening pulses
"Perhaps he is one of the Rio gang."
Far down the mountain side she
met the rider, a tall, sun-browned man,
whose saddlebags were well filled. He
looked curiously at her as she ap
proached.
"Are you Mr. Burgess?" she asked
breathlessly.
"Yes," he smiled, sweeping off his
hat.
"And you are paymaster of the
Golden Eagle?"
He looked sharply
"Why do you ask he de
manded bluntly.
"Because you are in danger—they
are waiting for you up yonder—" And
hastily she told him of the evil face
she had seen and of the warning
uttered by the stage driver.
"I was warned," he admitted, "but
I didn't take much stock in it—they've
been threatening to hold me up for
the past year. I've got to get the
money to the boys—they'll be rioting
if they don't get it," he ended rue
fully.
"Can't you transfer the money to
my saddlebags and let me follow you
up the trail? Then, if they want you
to throw up your hands you can, and
before they discover that your bags
are empty I can ride on to the mine.
They won't hurt you?" she asked anx
iously.
"No—all they want is the money,"
he assured her. "But I can't permit
you to endanger your life."
"It's for my own interests," she
said calmly; "I am Vera Linwood."
"Vera Linwood—why, Miss Linwood,
[ was going East next week to see you.
The Golden Eagle has developed an
other rich vein."
"And the Double Eagle has lost one,"
ahe said significantly.
"You know, then?"
"I heard yesterday ar *' " em so
sorry—I feel like a robb*. Jiyself—
the owner of a pirate mine!"
"That's miner's luck. Come, let us
get along, if we must. Just put those
packages in your saddlebags—so, and
I'll stuff mine with grass. Ride on
ahead and don't worry. It will come
out all right!" He slapped her pony 's
flank and mounted his black and fol
lowed.
When Vera passed the ambush she
was talking to her pony as before.
"Once more, Nicodemus Alexander!"
3he threatened. "I will ride to the top
of the hill; then down again for din
ner!" She passed the ambush and
waited breathlessly around th bend
of the trail. Somewhere neai /
heard the pounding of the ore-crush
ers and she knew that she was near
the mines.
Below she heard the tread of Bur
gess' horse, followed by a sharp com
mand, a momentary silence, and thon
'he murmur of other voices. The hold
up had happened and they were going
through the mine owner's pockets and
searching his saddlebags for the Gold
en Eagle'p pay roll.
Nicodemus Alexander was smitten
with indi?naiit surprise when his
rider suddenly jabbed her sharp heel
into his flank.
He bounded up thé trail, his hoofs
scattering the stones underfoot. In
a flurry of dust, horse and rider ap
peared at the office of the Golden
Eagle.
A dozen men surrounded Vera.
"Mr. Burgess—held up—help him,"
she gasped, and tumbled from her
pony.
There was a Bhout of anger as the
miners grabbed their weapons and
dashed down the trail to meet the pay
master.
Vera leaned dazedly against the of
fice door and stared at the blood
trickling down the sleeve of her white
blouse.
"Someone must have fired at me,"
she smiled faintly.
"The plucky little angel!" exclaimed
one roughly dressed man as he led
her inside the building.
*•••••*.
Weeks afterward Mrs. Henry Hen
drick reread a letter from Vera. It
was dated from Eagle City.
"Dear Aunt Emily,' wrote Vera, "I
will be home in another week— and I
shall bring my husband with me.
Don't faint, poor, dear auntie; he i3
the most splendid man. You can never
guess, mo 1 must tell you that I am
marrying Anthony Burgess, the son of
Father s old friend, my trustee. The
trusteeship has been transferred to
young Anthony because his father is
deau and Anthony says it is perfectly
natural that we should have met and
loved and married, for now he can
continue the trust.eeKhlp forever. And,
best ot all, you are to give up the
hoarding house and return her* with
os, it you will, for the Golden hagle
bas developed wonderful rich'-t nnd
Anthony'« mine ha« a new veil oi
K'/id and we are ail going to oe v.iry
rlui Indeed, And Anthony want« me
im h nd 'j postscript that we are rich
In each other and richer in happlnew
then an the gold la UM world could
»uppl f\"
How Many Women
Are in Trouble
T oday?
By J. R. HAMILTON
Formel' Advertising Manager of Wanamaker 'a, Philadelphia
All of you women whose husbands have told you you have been
spending too much money, please stand up, Great Scott! Every
married woman in America is on her feet.
All you who arc earning your own living and spending as
much as you earn please stand up.
Now we've got the rest of them.
"Well," you say, "now that you've got us «tanding here what
are you going to do about it?"
I'm going to give you the first law of business :
Cut your expenses down first, and then find out how you can
do it afterward.
Every big institution carries what it calls a "butcher."
When the expenses of that institution begin to eat up the
profits the "butcher" issues a sweeping order to cut down so many
hundreds of dollars a day. He doesn't ask how it can be done.
He knows it has to be done if his business is going to continue,
and he leaves it to the people under him to find out how. t
This cutting seldom if ever ruins a business. It simply
sharpens the wits of those who are left.
Now let's take your case. Instead of taking the money that
you think you ought to have, suppose you take the money that
you have actually got. In your case, being both "butcher" and
buver, you naturally have to sharpen your own wits.
Therefore the first thing you begin to do each day (just as you
are going to do now in a minute or two) is to open this paper and
see what special inducement each store is offering in the things
that are necessary for you to buy. You look for the clothes, and
the shoes, the children's dresses and suits, the underwear, the
house needs, and all of the various necessities and luxuries de
manded in your standard of life.
The next thing to do is to cut out all those snobbish, exclu
sive, little nonadvertising concerns, who find it somehow beneath
their dignity to sell their goods at less than a profit of several
hundred per cent.
The third thing you do is to reckon up jour savings at the
end of a week or two.
And the fourth thing you do is to stand amazed at the
amount you have saved in spite of the amount you have bought.
Now of course this is letting you in behind the scenes.
There isn't a buyer in any store who doesn't have to bring
himself up with a jerk or get brought up with a jerk every once
in a while, and who doesn't also stand amazed at what he has been
able to accomplish with a smaller amount of capital and a greater
amount of energy and a little extra thimbleful of brains.
Now don't tell anybody you have been behind the scenes, but
just dig into the advertising in this paper quietly for the next
few days; cut out the "dropping-in-anywhere" method of shop
ping ; make a business of your household expenditures, and see
if this little financial plan doesn't relieve your ternble money
strain.
(Copyrighted.)
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Lots of it at the
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We are now in shape to
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Step in ai'd let us know what
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1 lave some good duck and
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A good piano for sale
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veterinarian
Headquarters Ohlinger's
Cf-nkltto Calls promptly attended
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j Physician and Surgeon
Jacobson Building
Office Hour..
10 to 12; 2 to 4
Pit one 12
Well Drilling
Hole tor 5-in. Casing
$1.00 per foot.
If no water, 50c per
foot
POSTOFFICE. ETHRIDGE
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Low Prices Shoe and
Harness Repairing
Ladies Shoes half soled and
heeled, 65c
Children's Shoes half soled
and heeled, 50c
Men's S hoes half soled, 75c;
with heel, 85c
Soled, $1.00
Harness and Shoes repair
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