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SATURDAY, April 4, 1908.
The Pauper of Park Lane
BY WILLIAM LE QUEUX.
Lyle remained thoughtful, his eyes
npon the carpet.
"Yes," he said, slowly, at last. "I
quite follow you and divine your in
tentions. But, remember she's a wom
an. Is it just—is it human?"
"Human!" echoed the cosmopoli
tan, removing his cigarette as he
shrugged his shoulders with a non
chalant air. "To me it matters noth
ing, so long as I attain my object.
Surely you are not chicken-hearted
enough to be moved by a woman's
tears."
"I don't understand you," his
friend declared.
"No I suppose you don't," he an
swered.- "And, to be frank with you,
Lyle, I don't intend at this moment
that you shall. My intention is my
own affair. I merely foreshadow to
you the importation into the affair of
a woman who will through no fault of
her own, be compelled to suffer in
order to allow me to achieve the ob
ject I have in view."
Copyright, 1908, by William Le Queux.
Entered at Stationer's Hall All rights reserved.
CHAPTER XIV., (continued).
"But only yesterday you told me
that you don't want a farthing of old
Btatham's money."
"Nor do I. His money has a curse
upon it—the money filched from the
pockets of widows and orphans,
money that has been obtained by
fraud and misrepresentation," cried
Adams. "Today he is respected and
lauded on account of his pious air and
his philanthropy yet yesterday he
floated rotten concerns and coolly
placed hundreds of thousands in his
pocket by reason of the glowing prom
ises that he never fulfilled. No!"
erled the man, clenching his strong,
lutf'd flst "I aori't want a single penny
»t his money. You, Lyle, may have
Vhat you want of it—thirty thousand
to he the minimum."
"tou talk as though you contemplat
ed
handling his fortune," the other fe
n&rced, in some surprise.
^^hen I reveal to him my inten
tions, his banking account will be at
fay disposal, depend upon it," Adams
•&?d. "But I don't want any of his
bribes. I shall refuse them. I will
have my revenge. It shall
be an eye for an eye, and
tooth for. a tooth. He showed
me no mercy—and I will show him
Bone—none. But it is Max Barclay
who will assist me towards that end,
and the girl at Cunningham's, Marion
Holfe, who must be made the cats
paw."
The hunchback turned slightly to-
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erf Philadelphia. Pa., make and war-
rant this gold filled case for twenty ™1'oat'
years' continuous wear. It is made
from two pieces of solid gold, with a
base metal between to give it strength
and stiffness and should you be able
to wear it out bef6re twenty years we
will replace same with a new case
free of any charge. All netf designs
and hand engraved, they are really
handsome watches.
This is the lilgin watch we place in
sj store so that we know it is ready for
your pocket when It leaves us.
Reduced Prices.
But John Adams, standing there in
ignorance, was chuckling over the se
cret of the terrible triumph that was
so very soon to be his—a triumph to
be secured by the sacrifice of an hon
est woman.
CHAPTER XV.
More About Marlon,
The following Sunday afternoon was
warm and bright, perfect for up-river
excursions, and, as was their usual
habit, Max and Marlon were spending
the day together.
Released from the eternal bustle of
Oxford street, the girl looked forward
with eager anticipation to each Satur
day afternoon and Sunday—the week
ly period of rest and recreation. To
the assistant in shops where the "liv
ing-ln" system pertains, Sunday is the
one bright Interval in an otherwise
dull, dreary and monotonous life, the
day when he or she gets away from
the weariness of being business-like,
the smell of the "goods," and the keen
feye of the buyer or shop-walker, and
when one is one's own master for a
few brief hours.
To those not apprenticed in their
youth to shop life and who, being
born in a higher status, have been
compelled to enter business as a
means of livelihood, the long hours
are terribly irksome, especially in win
ter, when artificial light is used near
ly the whole day. The work is soul
killing in its monotony and the pay
very meagre, therefore customers
need hardly be surprise^ when a tired
assistant does not take the trouble to
exert herself unduly to satisfy her re
quirements.
In summer, Marion loved the river.
The air was fresh and beautiful, after
the vitiated atmosphere of the costume
department at Cunningham's. Usual
ly Max brought his little motor boat
from Biften's, at Hammersmith bridge,
where he kept it, up to Kew and there
they would embark in the morning
and run up to Hampton court, Staines,
or even Windsor, getting their lunch
eon or tea at one or other of the
old riverside inns, and spending a.
lazy afternoon up some quiet, leafy
backwater, where, though so near tha
metropolis, the kingfishers skimmed
the surface of the stream and the wa
ter lilies lay upon their broad, green
leaves.
Those lazy hours spent together
were always delightful. Therefore, to
the devoted pair, a wet Sunday was
indeed a calamity. On the afternoon
in question they had met at Kew
Bridge at four o'clock, and as she sat
upon the crimson cushions in the
stern, they were ascending the broad
Thames, the motor running as evenly
as a clock, and leaving a small wash
in their wake. Marion could not
meet her lover before, because she
had spent the morning with a poor
girl who had been a fellow assistant
at Cunningham's, and was now in
Guy's hospital. The girl was friendless
and in a dangerous condition, there
fore Marion had given up her morning
and taken her some grapes.
There were not many people on the
river, for pleasure seekers usually pre
fer the reaches above Richmond. The
craft they passea was mostly sailing
boats, belonging to the club at Chis
wlck, and the inevitable launch of the
Thames Conservancy.
a
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the above case. Made by the well light blouse. As a man generally~ls,
lmown Elgin National Watch Co., of he was a blunderer, and she could not
Elgin, I1L It is their 17 ruby jewel well explain how, by the purchase of
grade, with patent regulator and non- evening clothes, she would at once
catching hairspring, and absolutely debase herself in the eyes of her fel
warranted to give perfect satisfaction, low assistants. As was well known,
"Bach watch is cased up and run in, our her salary at Cunningham's certainly
Pot the purpose of doing a mail or
der business on these watches we
have reduced the price, making it as
low as can be found for goods of thlB
grade and quality.
Case and Movement as Shown, com
plete for $18.95.
8ame movement, but cased in same
'equality case, open face, screw back
tend bevel, with dust proof crown and
ijwarsanted for twenty yearsi $11.60.
On the arrival of your check or
money order we will at once send you
this watch, all carrying charges pre
paid, but if you prefer you can have It
sent C. O. D.. with privilege of ex
amination.
N. W. Cowles,
The Jeweler.
^05 East Main Street
Ottumwq, Iowa,
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wards the curtained window. He
moved quickly In order to conceal an
expression upon his face, which, had
it been detected by his companion,
the startling and amazing events re
corded in the following chapters would
surely never have occurred.
muslin at the
straw hat of mushroom
with a band of pale blue vel-
anc' a, w^ite
sunshade over her
she looked delightfully fresh
an,(7 c0°'-
rncJ,"__l_a,
He was in a navy serge
a
Peaked cap, and In his
P'Pf-
Seated sideways in the boat, with
the throbbing motor at his feet, he
thought he never had seen her look
ing so chic and indescribably charm
ing. Those stiff black dresses,
which custom forced her to wear in
business, did not suit her soft beauty.
But in her river dress she looked de
lightfully dainty, and he tried to con
jure up a vision of what figure she
would present in a well cut evening
gown. The latter, however, she did
not possess. The shop assistant has
but little need of decollete, and, in
deed, its very possession arouses com
ment among the plainer, more prud
ish, and more elderly section of the
girls in the "house."
More than once Max had wanted to
take her to the stalls of a theatre 'n
an evening gown, but she had always
declared that she preferred wearing
did not allow of such luxuries as the
atre gowns, and from the very first
she had always declined to accept
Max's well meant presents.
The only present of his that she
had kept was the pretty ring now up
on her slim, white hand, a ring set
with sapphires and diamonds and In
scribed within "From Max to Marion,"
with the date.
As she leaned back enjoying the
fresh air, after tne dust and stifling
heat of London, she was relating how
pleased the poor invalid had been at
her visit, and he was listening to her
description of her friend's desperate
condition. A difficult operation had
turned out badly, and the surgeons
held out very little hope. Not a soul
had been to see the poor girl all the
week, the nurse had said, for she had
no relatives, and all her friends were
in business and unable to get out, ex
cept on Sunday.
"I very much fear she won't live to
see next Sunday," Marion was saying,
with a sigh, a cloud passing over her
bright face. "It is so very Bad. She's
Don't Wear a Truss
Brooka* Appllaoo* a new
•Oiantiflo dUoovery with auto*
initio air emblems thai draws
the broken part* together and
binds th«m aa
joa
would a
broken limb, ft absolutely
holds firmly and comfortably
and never slips, always light
and oool and conforms to every
movement of the body without
chafing or hurting. I make it
to your measure and send it to
you on a strict guarantee of
satisfaction or money refund*
ed and 1 have put nijr price so
low that anybody, rleh or poor,
can bay it Remember. I make
ft to your order- ecndltto
ndlttoyoa
1 it back to
—yoo wear it—and If it doesn't ifttiafy yoa, TOU send
too and I will refund TOOT money. The banks or any responsi
ble citizen la ttarthaU will Ml you that is the way 1 do bust
nsss always absolutely on the square and I have sold to thou
sands of people this way for the past five year*. Remember, I
use no salves, no harness, no lies, oo fakes. 1 Just give yoa
straight business deal at ft reasonable prloe.
G. £. brooks, 618b Brooks Bldg., Mar
shall. Mich.
only twenty, and such a nice girl. Her
father was a naval officer, but she
was left penniless, and had to earn
her own living."
"Like you yourself, dearest," he an
swered. "Ah! how I wish I could
take you from that life of drudgery.
I can't bear to think of you being com
pelled to slave as you do, and to wait
upon those crotchety old cats, as many
of your customers are. It's a shame
that you should ever have gone into
Cunningham's."
"Mr. Statliam, Charlie's employer,
holds the controlling interest in our
business. It was through him that I
got in there. Without his influence
they would never have taken me, for
I had no experience. As a matter of
fact," she added, "I'm considered very
lucky in obtaining a situation at Cun
nington's, and Mr. Warner, our buyer,
is extremely kind to me."
"I know all that but it's the long
hours that most wear you out," he
said, "especially in this close, muggy
weather."
"Oh! I'm pretty strong," she de
clared lightly, her beautiful eyes fixed
upon him. "At first I used to feel ter
ribly tired about tea time, Dui nowa
days I can stand it very much bet
ter."
"But you really must leave the
place," Max declared. "Charlie should
so arrange things that you could
leave. His salary from old Statham
Is surely sufficient to enable him to
do that!"
"Yes but if he keeps me, how can
he keep a wife as well?" asked Map
ion. "Dear old Charlie is awfully
good to me. I never want for any
thing but he'll marry Maud before
long, I expect and then I shall—"
"Marry me, darling," he exclaimed,
concluding her sentence.
She blushed slightly and smiled.
"Ah!" she said, in mock reproof:
"That may occur perhaps in the dim
future. We'll first see how Charlie's
marriage turns out—eh."
"No, Marion," he cried. "Come,
that isn't fair! You know how I love
you—and you surely recollect your
promise to me, (Jpn't you?" he asked
seriously.
"Of course I do," she replied. "You
dear old boy, you know I'm only jok
ing."
He seemed instantly relieved at her
words, and steered across to the Mid
dlesex banks aB they approached
Brentford Dock in order to get the
full advantage of the rising tide.
"Has Charlie seen Maud of late?"
he asked, a few moment later.
"I don't know at all. I suppose he's
In the east. I haven't seen him since
he came to the shop to say good-bye
to me."
"I wonder if the doctor and his
daughter have returned to their own
country?" he suggested.
"What! Have you heard nothing of
them?"
"Nothing," he replied. "I have en
deavored to discover where their fur
niture was taken, or where they them
selves went, but all has been in vain.
Both they and their belongings have
entirely disappeared."
The girl did not utter a word. She
was leaning back, with her fine eyes
fixed straight before her, reflecting
deeply.
"It is all very extraordinary," she
remarked at last.
"Yes. I only wish, darling, you were
at liberty to tell me the whole truth
regarding Maud and what she has
told you," he said, his gaze fixed upon
her pale, beautiful face.
"I cannot do that, Max," was her
prompt answer, "so please do not ask
me. I have already told you that in
this matter my lips are sealed by a
solemn promise—a promise which I
cannot break."
"I know! Yet I somehow cannot
help thinking that you could reveal to
me some fact which might expose the
motive of this strange and unaccount
able disappearance," he said. "Do
you know, I cannot get rid of the
suspicion that the doctor, and pos
sibly Maud herself have been victims
of foul play. Remember that as a pol
itician he had many enemies in his
own country. A political career in the
Balkins is not the peaceful profession
it is here at St. Stephen's. Take Bul
garia, for instance, and recall the po
litical associations of Stambuloft, Pet
koff, and a dozen others. The same
in Servia and in Romania. The whole
of the Balkans is permeated by an air
of political conspiracy, for there life
is indeed cheap, more especially the
life of the public man."
"What! Then you really suspect
IF the active liver of the
cod-fish could be put into
the place of the torpid liver
of the consumptive it would
probably do him a world
of good. Next best thing is
Scott's Emulsion
of Cod Liver Oil. Almost
as good as anew liver. The
great power of SCOTT'S
EMULSION as a flesh-pro*
ducer proves that much of
the activity of the cod's
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spoonful.
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that both Maud and her father have
actually been the victims of some po
litical plot?" she asked, regarding him
with a strange expression.
"Well—how can I conjecture other
wise? The doctor would never have
left suddenly without sending word to
me. Have you written to Charlie tell
ing him of the sudden disappear
ance?"
"Yes. I wrote the same day that
you told me, and addressed the letter
to the Grand hotel, at Belgrade."
"Then he has it by now?"
"Certainly. I'm expecting a wire
from him asking for further particu
lars. He should have got my let'ter
the day before yesterday, but up to
the present I've received no acknowl
edgment."
Max did not tell her that her broth
er had not left London on the night
when he was believed to have done
so, and that it was more than probable
he had never started from Charing
Cross. He kept his own counsel, at
the same time wondering what was
the real reason why Marion so stead
fastly refused to tell him the natuie
of Maud's confession. That it had
been of a startling nature she had
already admitted, therefore he could
only suppose that it had some direct
connection with the astounding disap
pearance of both father and daugh
ter.
On the other hand, however, he was
suspicious of some ingenious plot, be
cause he felt convinced that the doc
tor would never have effaced himself
without giving him confidential news
of his whereabouts.
"Have you written to Maud?" he
asked, after a few moments.
"No. I don't know her address."
"And you have not seen her?"
"No."
"But you don't seem in the least
alarmed about her disappearance?"
"Why should I be? I rather ex
pected it," she answered and it sud
denly occurred to him whether, after
all, she had. been with Maud to the
concert at Queen's hall on the night of
the sudden removal.
A distinct suspicion seized him that
she was concealing from him some
fact which she feared to reveal—some
fact that concerned herself more than
Maud. He could see. In her refusal to
satisfy him as to the girl's confession,
an attempt to mislead and mystify
him, and he was just a trifle annoyed
thereby. He liked open and honest
dealing, and began to wonder whether
this pretended promise of loyalty to
her friend was not being put forward
to hide some secret that was her
own!
The two girls had, during the past
few months, been inseparable. Hai
Maud really made a startling confes
sion, or was the girl seated before
him, with that strangely uneasy ex
pression upon her beautiful counten
ance, endeavoring to deceive him?
He tried to put such thoughts be
hind him as unworthy his devotion to
her. But, alas! he could not.
Mystery was there—mystery that he
was determined to elucidate.
CHAPTER XVI.
On Dangerous Ground.
In the glorious sundown glinting
across the river, and rendering It a
rippling flood of gold, Max and Marion
were seated in the long upstairs room
of that old fashioned riparian inn, the
"London Apprentice," at Isleworth,
taking their tea at the open window.
Beiore them was the green ait, with
the broad, tree-fringed river beyond,
a quiet, peaceful old world scene that,
amid the rapidly changing metropoli
tan suburbs, remains the same today
as it has been for the past couple of
centuries or so.
They always preferred that quiet,
old fashioned upstairs room—the club
room, it was called—of the "London
Apprentice," at Isleworth, to the
lawns and string bands 6f Richmond,
the tea gardens of Kew, or the pleas
ures of Eel Pie Island.
That long, silent, old, panelled room
with its big bow window commanding
a wide reach of the river towards St.
Margaret's was well suited to their
Idyllic love. They knew that there
they would at least be alone, away
from the Sunday crowd, and that after
tea they could sit at the window and
enjoy the calm sundown.
The riverside at Isleworth does not
change. Even the electric trains have
passed close by it on their way to
Hampton Court from Hammersmith,
but they have not modernised it. The
old square-towered church, the row
of ancient balconied houses, covered
with tea roses and jasmine, and the
ancient waterman's hostelry, th
"London Apprentice," are just th^
same today as they have ever been in
the memory of the oldest inhabitant
and the little square in the center of
the riverside village is as silent and
untrodden as in the years when
Charles II loved to go there on his
barge and dine in that very room at
the inn, and when, later, David Gar
rick and Pope sang its praises.
Max and his well-beloved had fin
ished their tea, and, with her hat and
glOves off, she was lying back in a
lounge chair in the deep bay window,
watching the steamer Queen Eliza
beth with its brass band and crowd
of excursionists, slowly returning to
London. Near her he was seated, laz
ily smoking a cigarette, his eyes upon
her in admiration, but still wondering,
as he always wondered.
The truth concerning Maud Petro
vitch had not been told.
He was very fond of the doctor.
Quiet, well educated, polished and
pleasant always, he was, though a for
eigner, and a Servian to boot, the
very essence of a gentleman. His
dead wife had, no doubt, influenced
him towards English ways and Eng
lish thought, while Maud herself—the
very replica of his lost wife, he al
ways declared—now held her father
beneath her influence as a bright and
essentially English girl.
The disappearance of the pair was
an enigma which, try how he would,
he could not solve. His efforts to find
Rolfe had been unavailing, and Mar
ion herself had neither seen nor
heard from him. At Charlie's cham
bers his man remained in complete
ignorance. His master had left for
Servia—that was all.
Max had been trying in vain to lead
the conversation again up to the mat
ter over which his mind had become
so much exercised but, with her wom
an's keen Ingenuity, she each time
combated bin otforts. whic-h- truth to
coltbieb
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tell, only, served to Increase his sus
picion that her intention was to shield
herself behind her friend.
Why this horrible misgiving had
crept upon him he could not tell. He
loved her with his whole heart and
soul, and daily he deplored that, while
he lived in bachelor luxury in artistic
chambers, and with every whim satis
fied, sbe was compelled to toil and
drudge in a London drapery store. He
wished with his whole heart that he
could take her out of that soul-killing
business life, with all its petty jeal
ousies and its eternal make-believe to
wards customers, and put her in the
companionship of some elderly gentle
woman In rural peace.
But he knew her too well. The
mepe offer she would regard as an in
sult. A hundred times she had told
him that, being compelled to work for
her living, she was proud of being
able to do so.
Charlie, her brother, he could not
understand. He had just made a re
mark to that effect, and she hai
asked—
"Why? He's awfully good to me.
you know. I,ots of times he sends
me unexpectedly five pound notes, and
they come in very useful to a girl like
me, you know. I dare say," she laugh
ed, "you spend as much in a single
evening when you go out with friends
to the theatre and supper at the Sa
voy as I earn in a month."
That's just it.," he said. "I can't
understand why Charlie, in his posi
tion, secretary to one of the wealthiest
men in England, allows you to slave
away in a shop."
He does so because I refuse to
leave," was her prompt answer. "I
don't care to live on the charity of
anybody while I have the capacity to
work. My parents were both proud
In this respect, and I take after them,
I suppose."
"That is all to your credit, dearest,"
he said "but I am looking forward
to the future. I love you, as you well
know, and I can't bear to think that
you are bound to serve at Cunning
ton's from nine In the morning till
seven at night—waiting on a set of
old hags who try to choose dresses to
make them appear young girls."
She laughed, her beautiful face
turned towards his.
"Aren't you rather hard on my sex,
Max?" she asked. "We all of us try
to present ourselves to advantage iu
order to attract and please."
"All except yourself, darling," he
said courteously. "You look just as
beautiful in your plain black busi
ness gown as you do now."
"That's really very sweet of you,*
she said, smiling. Then a moment later
a serious look overspread her
countenance, and she added: "Why
worry yourself over me, Max, dear. I
am very happy. I have your love.
What more can I want?"
"Ah! my darling!" he cried, rising
and bending till his lips touched hers,
"those words of yours fill me with con
tentment. You are happy because I
love you! And I am happy because
I have secured your affection! You
cap never know how deeply I love
you—or how completely I am yours.
My only thought is of you, my well
beloved of your present life and of
your future. I have friends—men of
the world, who spend their time at
clubs, at sport, or at theatres—who
scoff at love. I scoff with them some
times, because there Is but one love
in all the world for me—yours!"
"Yes," she said, slowly fixing her
eyes upon his, and tenderly stroking
his hair. "But sometimes—sometimes
I am afraid, Max—I—"
"Afraid!" he echoed. "Afraid o£
what?"
"That you cannot trust me."
He started. Was it not the uncon
scious truth that she spoke? He had
been doubting her all that afternoon.
"Cannot trust you!" he cried.
"What do you mean? How very fool
ish!"
But she shook her head and a slight
sigh escaped her. She seemed to pos
sess some vague intuition that he did
not entirely accept her statement re
garding Maud. Yet was it, after all,
very surprising, having in view the
fact that she had admitted that Maud
had made confession. It was the
truth regarding that admission on the
part of the doctor's daughter that he
was hoping to elicit.
"Marion," he said presently, in a
low, intense voice, "Marion, I love
you. If I did not trust you, do you
think my affection would be so strong
for you as it is?"
She paused for a moment before re
plying.
"That all depends," she said. "You
might suspect me of double-dealing,
and yet love me at the same time."
"But I do not doubt you, darling,"
he assured her, at the same time plac
ing his arm around her slim waist
and kissing her upon the lips. "I love
you surely you believe that?"
"Yes, Max, I do," she murmured.
"I do—but I—"
"But what?" he asked, looking
straight into her fine eyes and wait
ing for her to continue.
She averted his gaze, and slowly,
but firmly disengaged herself from his
embrace, while he, on his part, won
dered.
She was silent, her face pale, and in
her eyes a look of sudden fear.
"Tell me. darling," he whispered.
"You have something to say to me—
is not that so?"
He loved her. he told himself, as
truly as any man had ever loved a
woman. It was only that one little
suspicion that had arisen—the sus
picion that she had not been to
Queen's hall with his friend's daugh
ter.
He took her hand lightly in his
and raised it courteously' to his lips,
but she drew it away, crying, "No!
No, Max! No."
"No?" he gasped, staring at her.
"What do you mean, Marion. Tell
me what you mean."
"I—I mean that—that though we
n.ay love each other, perfect trust doss
not exist between us."
(To be Continued.)
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at the instant wanted,
and out of the way the
moment you're done.
Such a stove is the New
Perfection Wick Blue
Flame Oil Cook-Stove.
By using it you avoid the
continuous overpowering
heat of a coal fire and cook
with comfort, even in dog
days. The
Call or address.
MRS. J. F. GOLEDNER DEAD.
Sigourney.—Theresa Nauman was
born in Germany 69 years ago and
died one and one-haJf mile southeast
nf here on the 26th day of March, 1908.
While yet a small child she emmigra
ted with her parents to America, loca
ting in Keokuk county, and in 1859
was married to J. Fred Goeldner, who
preceded her in death In 1897. She left
surviving her to mourn her loss one
sister, Mrs. Ausrusta Goeldner, and
five sons: Otto Goeldner, Yedo Goeld
ner, Charles M. Goeldner, Hugo F.
Goeldner and Arthur Goeldner and one
daughter, Mrs. Ida Schulte, all of
whom reside in Sigourney and vicinity
and were present at the funeral. She
also had one other daughter, Hulda
Meyerdirk, who died about 5 years
ago.
Funeral services were held last Sat
urday morning at her late residence,
conducted by the Rev. Tilman, of the
German Evangelical church, after
which her remains were laid to rest in
the West cemetery.
G. A. Goeldner, of Ottosen. Iowa, ar
rived In Sigourney Friday to attend
the funeral of his aunt.
Hamilton at Marengo.
Congressman D. W. Hamilton spent
Sunday with his family, having come
here by the way of Cedar Rapids,
where he had been in attendance at
the democratic state convention. He
left Sundav evening for Marengo
where next week he will be engaged
in ttie trial of a will contest, after
which he expects to return to Wash
ington. D. C., to resume his congres
sional duties.
Personal and Otherwise.
Mrs. Rose Romoser. of near Well
man, was in Sigrourney Saturday, hav
ing come here to attend the funeral
of her sister-in-law, Mrs. Goeldner.
Herman and Henry Goeldner. of
Keota. were in Sigourney Saturday in
attendance at the funeral of Mrs.
Goeldner.
Rev. Philip Palmer, of the Presby
terian church preached his farewell
sermon Sunday. In April Rev. Palmer
and his family will leave for their new
home in Seaton, 111., where Mr. Pal
mer has a charge.
It invigorates, strengthens and
builds up. keeps you in condition, phy
sically and mentally. That's what
Hollister's Rocky Mountain Tea wiil
do. 3o cents. Tea or Tablets. Sar
gent, the true druggist, corner Mar
ket and Main.
Fleet Sails North Today.
San Francisco, April 2.—A wireless
dispatch received here early this
morning from the fleet, at Magdalena
Bay follows: "The record target prac
tice is practically completed: the
Vermont finished with its big guns
yesterday. The fleet -otic for the
north today."
pH^/3 $**$$&
This Stove in
Your
Kitchen
NEW PERFECTION
Wkk Blue Flame (HI Cook-Stove
is so constructed that it cannot add perceptibly to the heat of
a room the flame being directed up a retaining chimney to
the stove top where it is needed for cooking. You can
l=ji see that a stove sending out heat in but one di
»_ rection would be preferable on a hot day to
a stove radiating heat in all directions. The
New Perfection" keeps a kitchen uniformly
comfortable. Three srz.es, fully warranted.
If not with your dealer, write our nearest agency
MTtlp I'de.f
lamp
family use—safe,
convenient, economical and a great light
giver. If not with your dealer,write our near
est agency.
STANDARD OIL COMPANY
(Incorporated)
R. E. BYERS, D. D. S.
DENTIST
A A I A I O W A
Honest Work at Honest Prices.
BEST INTEREST OF PATIENTS ALWAYS CONSIDERED.
ATTENTION FARMERS!
PICKLES!
The Ottumwa Pickle Co. is ready to contract f°r Cucumbers .it
60c per bushel, delivered at »nj, of its factories at the following
points: Ottumwa, Eldon or Douds, and wili furnish seed free.
OTTUMWA PICKLE CO.
OTTUMWA. IOWA.
Prairie Fire in Nebraska Sand Hills.
Paxton, Neb., April 2.—A prairie
Are has been raging in the sand hills
for two days. James Kane Is known
to have been burned to death, many
houses destroyed, hundreds of head
of live stock lost and thousands of
acres of prairie burned over.
A Life Sentence
of suffering with threat und lung
trouble is qu'ckly commuted by Dr.
i.ing's New Discovery. 50c and $1.00.
F. B. Clark, H. L. Sv.onson & Co.
ft
fV^
Famous Racing Horse, St. Simon Dead
London, April 2.—The duke of Port-11
land's famous race horse St. Simon
died this morning. The horse was
originally bought for $5,000, and held
an unbeaten record throughout his
racing career.
You feel the life-giving current. A
gentle warmth fills the nerves and
blood. It's a pleasure to take Hollis
ter's Rocky Mountain Tea. 35 cents,
Tea or Tablets. Sargent, the true
druggist, corner Market and Main.
Governor Guild Generally Improved.
Boston, April 2.—Governor GuildV
physicians stated today that his co.i
dition Is generally Improved.
4-fV,
E E
A 50C BOX OF SWAIN'S BACKACHE
AND KIDNEY PILLS
At F. B. Clark's and J. H. L. Swetv
son's drug stores, Ottumwa, Iowa
Have you Backache? Rheumatlsml
Urinary or Bladder trouble Heart
Palpitation? Constipation? Nervous
ness? Female complaints? Pains in
any part of the body? Blood or Livei
disease? Bright's Disease? DlabetisV
Dropsy? Swelling of the ankles and
under the eyes or any symptom or
disease? If you do have. Swains BacK
ache and Kidney Pills will cure.
you, and we will give you the
first box free if you will writai
your name and adress in blank'j
lines below and present to above deal
er, who Is authorized by us to give you
a 50c box and a book on Kidney:
diseases FREE. Only one box to
family.
If you do not live within his react
sent direct to Swain Medicine Co.
sole Mfg. Kansas City, Mo. and gel
Rree. fo 10 cents to pay postage

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