Author of "The Kidnapped Millionaires," “Colonel Monroe's Doctrine,” Etc.
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Two warm arms were clasped
around his neck, a face wet with tears
nestled for a moment on his shoul
der, and she kissed him twice, with
tin* live kisses that come from the
heart of a woman whose affection has
passed the mysterious border that sep
arates friendship from love.
"Good-bye. Joint; God bless you and
"Good-bye, Jessie; good-bye!”
He watched her as she faded away
from him and disappeared beyond the
vines which shaded the veranda.
Under the aiched maples where he
had walked with Jessie so many
times, and down the sandy road
where they had loitered in summer
days now gone forever, John Burt
urged the horse along. It was two
miles to Peter Burt's, and he soon
reached the gloomy old house. A fig
ure stood by the gate. John rode for
ward and recognized his grandfather.
‘‘You did well to come home, my
said the old man, whose deep,
calm voice held an anxious note.
“Something has happened, and my
soul has been calling you since dusk.
Ride to the graveyard and I’ll follow
you. It isn’t safe to talk here.”
In the far corner of the old grave
yard John Burt hitched his horse and
turned to meet his grandfather. The
old man seated himself on the grave
of the pioneer Burt who, two hundred
years before, had dared the dangers
of the wilderness.
“Now we can talk.” he said. “Tell
me what has happened."
Quickly John Burt related the inci
dents of the tragedy.
The old man made no sign during
the recital, and was silent for min
utes after John had ended.
"He deserved to die, and it was
written that he should perish by vio
lence; but his blood ts not on your
head.” began the old man calmly.
“Murder, in the sight of God. is in the
heart —not in the hand. I—l am "
Peter Burt's voice broke, and a
shudder swept over him; but he con
trolled himself, and continued:
"My hoy. will you take your grand
"I will, grandfather—l will!" re
plied John firmly.
"It is written In God's word; ‘lf
thou faint in the day of adversity,
thy strength is small; for a just man
falleth seven times and riseth up
again,'” said Peter Burt, laying his
hand on John's shoulder. "God has
willed that you shall be His instru
ment in great undertakings, and it is
decreed that the events of to-day
shall not be a stumbling-block to your
feet. You are now to go out into the
world, and though you may know it
not. God will guide your footsteps. It
were folly to imagine that this un
provoked quarrel points to your un
doing. It is the sign that you are at
once to depart from fields you have
oiArown. to take tip your work in
that broader sphere which is waiting
you. Something has whispered to me
that you should go to California To
day's event is the sign that you go
now. You will start to-night, my boy.
and God will be with you. Hush! I
hear the hoofs of horses!”
The old man jumped to his feet.
“Officers are coming!” he said in a
low voice. "I will meet them. Re
main here till I return. Hold that
horse by the nose lest he whinny."
As John sprang to the horse’s head,
the old man vanished in the dark
Peter Burt entered the rear door of
his house and was in his room when
the tramp of steps was heard, fol
lowed by loud knocking. The old man
waited awhile, as if dressing. He
then lighted a lamp and stood in the
hallway. The pounding had been re
peated at intervals, and gruff voices
were heard in impatient conversation.
"Who's there?” demanded the old
“We are officers of the law. Mr.
Burt." a voice declared. "We are af
ter John Burt, your grandson, who
has killed a man.”
“Have you a warrant for his arrest,
or a search warrant?" demanded the
old man. "Show me one at the win
dow and I will open the door. If you
have none, hegone, and let me rest in
A conference followed, and a gruff
voice rose in anger.
-t us in, old man.” it thundered.
"Warrant or no warrant, let us in, or
by God we’ll pound your door down
and take you along with your murder
"Open my door at your peril!” said
Peter Burt sternly. "Show me your
authtp’ity. and you can enter my
house. This house is my castle, and
no man has ever entered it without
Growling threats, the men retired.
In a minute they returned, armed
with a log. Used as a battering ram.
it was hurled against the heavy oak
en door. For a time the stout frame
resisted, but with a crash the Jamb
gave way and the door flew open.
With an oatli and a call to his com
panion, the larger of the two rushed
As the man crossed the threshold
the patriarch's left arm flew out, ami
the corded fingers gripped the reck
less intruder by the throat. The sec
ond man hit the old farmer a glancing
blow with the butt end of a revolver.
With a catlike movement, Peter Burt
wrenched his opponent’s forearm.
With a cry of pain the man dropped
the weapon to the floor. Before he
could guard himself Peter Burt dealt
him a hard blow on the face, and
gripped him by the neck as he reeled
against the wall.
Holding the two men at arm's
length. Peter cracked their heads to
gether. and then dragged them into
the room, where the lamplight fell on
tneir faces. The protruding tongue
and the blood-surged face of the one
who had led the charge caused Peter
Burt to relax his hold, and the man
fell limp to the floor. A glance
showed that his companion was sense
less, and the old man stretched him
out on the carpet.
Peter Burt produced a coil of rope
from a closet, and with the dexterity
of a sailor bound the senseless meft.
He then proceeded to revive them.
"I have not gagged yon.” said Pe
ter Burt, as he stood over them, "for
the reason that your cries would
bring you no assistance. As soon as
convenient, I will give you more com
fortable quarters. Now that you are
here, you may spend the night with
Seating himself at a desk, Peter
Burt wrote two letters, and sealed
them. He then opened a huge, iron
bound chest, and for half an hour
was busy with its contents. When his
work was ended, he quitted the room
without so much as a glance at the
silent figures on the floor. John met
him at the gateway.
“Here are your instructions, John,”
he said. "Go to your room and select
such trifles as you can carry In your
saddle-bags. You must make Ply
mouth before daybreak. This letter is
addressed to a man in Plymouth.
Here is a ring. Show him this ring
with the letter. Stay in his house
all day, and start for New Bedford
about ten o’clock to-morrow night.
You must arrive in New Bedford be
fore daybreak, ami go to the address
on this letter. When you find it show
Captain Horton the letter ami the
ring. He will put you on board the
Segregansett. which sails for the
South Pacific in three days from now.
This third package you will not ex
amine until well at sea. Here is
money. Enter the house and make
no unnecessary noise. I will saddle
your horse and wait at the barn."
The sky was aflame with lightning
as John stood once more by the old
man's side. The rumble of thunder
told of the near approach of the tem
“John.” said Peter Burt as he
grasped the boy's hand in his. "I feel
no sorrow save the pain of a tempor
ary parting. I shall see you again,
my boy; I shall clasp your hand in
the vigor of your manhood, when suc
cess has crowned your efforts, and
when your happiness is complete. Do
not write to me or attempt to com
municate with me, or with anyone,
until you are rich and strong enough
to meet your enemies on equal
ground. During these coming years
let money be your ambition. You live
in an age when money is the god of
the material world. Understanding
has been granted to you. and when
you apply yourself to the struggle the
thrill of knowledge will pervade you.
You have received a ken of this
world's affairs, so that I can say to
you in the language of Isaiah: 'I will
give thee the treasures of darkness
and the hidden riches of secret
places.' Rest secure in that promise,
have abiding faith in it. and hold no
communication with those who tore I
you until my prophecy has come to •
pass. Do you promise me, my boy?” .
"I do, grandfather!” said John, who
was deeply affected. "You have been
so good ” - |
"Never mind, my boy; thank God.
not me. Good-bye, John —God bless
The first drops of the storm pat
tered on the dusty roadway as the
old man raised his hands and gave
John his blessing. Springing into the
saddle, the boy caught one last
glimpse of Peter Burt in a brilliant
flash of lightning which glorified his
heroic figure, liis white hair shining
as a halo above his brow.
It was four o’clock when he halted
at a small house on the outskirts of
Plymouth. Years before, with Peter
Burt, he had visited the old sailor
who was spending there his declining
years. After repeated knocking, the
old man opened the door, John hand
ed him the letter ana showed the
ring. He read the letter and heartily |
greeted his guest.
“Enough said, my boy!” he de
clared, as he burned the letter. “You’ll
be as safe here as in God’s pocket.
Make yourself comfortable and I’ll
stow away your horse."
When the old man returned he pro- !
pared a breakfast whicli John ate with
relish, and then his host showed him
to a bed which, though hard, seemed
the most delightful place he had
found in years. The sun was low
when John woke. The old sailor did
not betray the slightest curiosity con
cerning John's journey, and at ten
o'clock his guest bade him farewell
witli sincere thanks for his hospital
The night ride to New Bedford was j
made without incident. It was three
o’clock when John knocked at Cap
tain Horton's door; and, much to his
surprise, that gruff old mariner was
up and dressed.
"Come in! I’ve been expectin’ ye!**
he said as he opened the door. "Glad
to meet ye. Joe,” he said, turning
to a sleepy-eyed boy, "take care of
this lad’s horse.”
John secured the contents of the
saddle-bags, ami an hour later stepped
on board the Segregansett. Captain
Horton showed him his quarters and
advised him to "turn in.” He did so,
and when he awoke the heaving and
groaning of the old whaler told him
that she was on the open sea.
Not until the Segregansett had left
the Bermudas did John open the pack- i
age which had been given to him by
Peter Burt. It contained a long let- j
ter from the old man, describing a !
spot in the California mountains, of
which a dying sailor had told him
years before. The poor fellow de- j
dared that he had found a rich de
posit of gold, and that he was work
ing his way back to Boston, hoping
to interest the necessary capital. In
Peter Burt’s letter was enclosed a
rough map which the sailor had
sketched when lie realized that death
stood in the way of his dreams of
There was also a parcel with an
outer covering of oilskin. John
unwrapped it and disclosed a large,
old-fashioned wallet, which he recog
nized as having belonged to his grand
father. In this wallet he found a
layer of United States Treasury notes
of large denominations. His fingers
tingled as he handled the notes. Ten
thousand dollars! Jessie seemed much
nearer as John looked at those bits of
The scenes and incidents of that
eighteen thousand mile journey
around Cape Horn are worthy of ex
tended recital, but are not an essen
tial part of tills narrative. One bright
afternoon the Segregansett sailed
into the harbor of Valparaiso, and a
week later John Burt was a passen
ger on the steamer Reliance, bounu
for San Francisco.
A thousand leagues away, Jessie
Carden treasured the secret of a sen
sation strangely akin to new-born j
love. On the walls of her class-room 1
was a large map. and Bho loved tr»
look at it and wonder what spot of
land or sea held John Burt.
(To b continued.)
An Unkind Question.
It was shortly after the house com
mittee of the Democratic club promul
gated a resolution that evening dress
should be worn by members and visi
tors who dined or paid evening visits
to the club, that Tom Dunn, the for
mer sheriff, fell into a library arm
chair one night.
Mr. Dunn's own garb would have
passed muster at Marl borough House,
so he looked around upon the throng
in confidence and content.
There came a certain man of busi
ness to the club that night who wore
an evening suit which was well-fitting,
expensive, and correct in detail.
But he did not look comfortable.
Pride kept him quiet for a few mo
ments. at the end of which pride
caused him to ask:
“How do you like it, Tom?”
“It’s immense." said Dunn; "why
don't you buy it.*”—New York Tele
Uncle Sam as Foster Mother.
A rural conscript during the civil
war appeared before the board of en
rollment and desired to be exempt
that he might return to his country
"What are your claims?" asked the
"I am entirely dependent upon my
mother for support." was the innocent
The members of the board smiled,
and the doctor replied.
“I -m happy to assure you. my hon
est hearted friend, that the govern
ment is prepared to at once relieve
your mother of so unsuitable a burden
nnd assume your entire charge ana
expense during the next three yea :z.
GOOD WORK OF FILIPINOS.
Faithful and Industrious in an Unac
Sixty Filipinos on the United States
cable ship Burnside did excellent
work on the rough seas off the coast
of Alaska last year. Twenty of them
were detailed tor laying and repair
ing cables They wore thus engaged
for three months, during which time
they experienced a great deal of
rough weather, one voyage* having
been so trying that the Burnside nar
rowily escaped destruction. The Fili
pinos, how. ver, in spite of tin* severe
elimate and the,difficult nature* of the
work, proved so efficient and trust
worthy that Lieut.-Col. Allen of the
United State's signal corps says In his
official report: “The work was al
ways cheerfully performed by them,
and in net e*ase during the entire trip
was any sort of punishment aelminis
tered to these men. They continually
grew in strengtah, anel with the ex
ception of slight colds from exposure
they were in excellent health through
out. The point desired to he made
prominent is that these men taken
from the Philippine islands and sent
directly into the cold of Alaska were
able to perform all the duties re
quired of them in the most satisfac
tory manner.” Gen. Greely says:
"The marked success of the past
year has caused the chief signal offic
er of the army to engage a Filipino
crew for the operations in Alaskan
waters for the coming summer.”
SHE GOT THEM MIXED.
Explanation Dawned Rapidly on Mind
A lady walked into a grocer’s shop
one day with her sleeves turned up to
her elbows and a fighting light in her
eyes. "This ere." she observed witli
a sniff, as she hanged a piece of yel
lowy substance on the counter, "Is
the soap that does the washin’ of
itself; tiie soap what makes ev’ry
washin’ day a kind of glorified bean
feast; th<- soap what gits all the linen
as .white as snow and as sweet ns a
hazlenut by dinner time, and lets the
happy housewife spend the rest of
the day playin’ with the children, ami
here am I been scrubbin’ three mor
tal hours with that lump, and ain't got
so much lather out of it as I could
git from a brickbat.*' "I beg your
pardon/’ r*-marked the grocer, “but it
isn't the soap. Your little boy came
in here yesterday for half a pound of
both soap and cheese; that's the
“The choose!” gasped the lady.
"Thgt accounts for the other thing,
"The other thing?" queried the gro
"Yes. the other thing.” came the
reply. "I was lavin' awake half the
night wonderin' what it was made the
Welsh rabbit wo had for supper taste
so funny. - Kansas City Independent.
Kate Sanborn Queries.
After speaking of vast plies of de
caying carcasses of the herons, slain
for their plumes and the thousands of
young birds left to starve, all for the
sake of securing the plumes for wom
en's hats, Mr. Scott says: "1 wish
clear!v to emphasize the fact that I
do not blame the women who use
these decorations, for men are the
responsible parties. No woman ever
wore :i decoration of any kind, much
less tli" feather of a bird, for her own
pleasure, or to attract the attention
of otlc r women. The object for which
women wear decorations is to en
hance ’heir attractiveness and beauty
to men, not to themselves, or to each
other And as long as men care to
have women's hats decorated with
feathers and express their approval
by admiration bestowed, just so long
will the custom endure.”
Does Mr. fceott know women as
well u he does birds? —From her arti
cle in National Magazine.
Play you Are the Sunshine.
you - you’re feeling blue, lad?
That things art- going wrong"
If that th.- case for trim. lad.
Ch'-w up and ulna a sung.
Y.m'li nd twill always pay. lad.
For I—for me and yon
To pla we arc the sunshine
And f the skies be blue.
When ie skies im* blue and dear. lad.
The • Old is at Its best:
Whet you drop a tear. lad.
It si lens all the res:.
Smih don't mind the knocks, lad,
.Inst keep your own heart true
play \ Tre the golden sunshine
And I t the sky be blue-.
When oi are feeling bln.-, lad.
And half inclined to cry.
you i t the job 'tls tfue, lad—
Intend.-d for the sky
The ST.shine role sits liettter
On husky chaps like you—
Then 1 a human sunbeam.
I.et b t the sky be- him-.
Long Term of Faithful Service.
On Tuesday. May 10. Prof. Charles
Koetl completed his fiftieth year as
organic of St. Mary’s Catholic church
in Ottumwa. lowa. His compensation
has always been small. He began with
a little melodecn anti it is said that he
has never omitted a mass, vespers or
benediction at which ho had promised
to pla> He is now 69 years of age.
In a Profitless Chase.
In regard ..to the British operations
In Somaliland the London Telegraph
said recently: “Our chase of the mad
mullah has lasted longer than the
chase of Dewet anil we have not
caught him yet. Our troops have done
their best in a region which produces
nothing and has defied all attempts’
to male it grow laurels.”
Resigns from Brown Faculty.
Archibald Delaney, for nearly twen
ty years steward of Brown university,
has resigned, his resignation to take
effect Aug. 1. Mr. Delaney has served
the college in the capacity of steward
since ISSS and is well known to Brown
men throughout the country. He will
he succeeded by E. A. Burlingame, a
civil engineer of Providence.
TROUBLE THE POSTAL CLERKS
Finding One a Misfortune—No End of
Red Tape and Worry in Dis
posing of It.
Ordinarily no man is rich enough to
escape that certain sense of elation
which comes from picking up a nickel
on a sidewalk, but for a railway postal
clerk to find such a coin in a mail
pouch where it has worked out from
insufficient wrappings, not only does
lie miss this elation, but it may pro
For a nickel lost in a pouch of mail
fin transit becomes a mutter for na
tional concern. It comes to view, per
haps, just as a pouch of mail is emp
tied upon a sorting table, and when it
has broken away from the bunches of
letters, and cards, and circulars, rolled
to an open space on the table, and
there settled down, heads or tails,
with a noisy spinning dance, the clerk
who first sees it is It.
A necromancer could have no more
idea than the man in the moon as to
what particular package it rolled out
of, nnd If he had anil should tell tho
postal clerk, the clerk wouldn’t dare
try to restore the coin to the original
package. That would be too easy al
No. It Is u lost nickel from the mo
ment the clerk has to see It spinning
there before his eyes and according
to the tender governmental conscience
tho clerk has to get ready for the in
auguration of about $18.43 worth of
fuss over It.
For himself lie doesn’t dare go to bed
for a short nap until hi* bun got rid of
Ills 5 cents’ worth of responsibility to
tho government for the action of the
fool person from whim the nickel was
parted. He digs up Ids printed form
for such occasions, printed and pro
vided, and at once fills out a long
blank, describing the coin, telling tho
circumstances of its being found, and
whether it landed heads or tails on the
table, naming the pouch from which
it was emptied, the number of the
train carrying it. the date, and a few
other little details, any one of which
in hot weather would have cost a mug
This report with the nickel goes to
the headquarters of the postal divi
sion in which the car was operated,
j and from these bonded officials, by the
| same general red tape route, the small
coin finds its way to the seat of na-
I tional government and to the fund rep-
I resenting that great constituency of
I tin* Post office Department which per-
I siists in sending money In envelopes
through the unregistered mails of tho
Bright Chinese Student.
Chaochu Wu, son of Wu Ting-fang,
formerly Chinese minister to this
country, lias won the highest honors
In his class at the high school In At
lantic City, defeating thirty-five Ameri
can hoys. The, lad i.« a sturdy chap,
speaking English without a trace of
foreign accent, and shares his father's
profound admiration for Western civi
lization. He hopes to become a figure
In t lie financial world.
Every housekeeper should know
that if they will buy Defiance .Cold
Water Starch for laundry use they
will save not only time, because It
never sticks to tho iron, but because
each package contains 16 oz.—one full
pound —while all other Cold Water
Starches arc put up In %-pound pack
ages. and the price Is the same, 10
cents. Then again because Defiance
Starch Is free from all Injurious chem
icals. If your grocer tries to sell you a
12-oz. package It Is because he has
a stock on hand which he wishes to
dispose of before he puts in Defiance.
He knows that Defiance Starch has
printed on every package In large let
ters and figures "16 ozs.” Demand
Defiance and save much time nnd
money and the annoyance of the Iron
sticking. Defiance never sticks.
An article Is going the rounds of the
press on the “Use and Abuse of Face
Powder.” The women use It ami the
men abuse It.
IMMENSE TOBACCO PURCHASE.
l-'orty-F.lslit Thousand Ikollnrw I'uld
for a Faury l.ot of Tobacco.
The biggest purchase of high grnde
tobacco ever made in the West bv •»
cigar manufacturer was made last
Wednesday by Frank P. Lewis, Peoria
HI., for his celebrated .Single Binder
cigar. A written guarantee was given
that the entire amount was to be fancy
selected tobacco. Tills, no doubt,
makes the Lewis faetory the largest
holder in tho United Htutes of tobacco
of so high a grading.— Jleruld-Truih
acript, Dec. SI, lUOS,
"No man could kiss me.” said Miss
Plairiun. with decided emphasis*. "Oh,
I don't know.” rejoined Miss Dimples.
"Some men are awfully reckless."
Elderly Adviser I am glad you dis
like slungy young men Miss Quick
step—You bet I do. That's why I had
to siiake Fatty Feathertop I told him
I wasn't going to stand for Ills hash
counter dialect nnw longer, if I knew
tnyself. and I rather guessed I did. all
right, all right
Insist on Getting It.
Some grocers say they don't keep
Defiance Starch because they have a
stock In hand of 12 oz. brands, which
they know cannot Is* sold to a custo
mer who has once used the 16 oz.
pkg. Defiance Starch for same money.
When a mother hustles her children
out of t..«- room when another woman
calls it's a sign there's gossip in ttie
Stick to Colorado.
Don't be deluded Don't go a thous
and miles, far from railroads and mar
kets to find a location. <»o where you
can take your tools and stock to start
witli. Colorado is and always will be
better than Idaho or Wyoming. We
have good land, absolutely no alkali,
right on the railway line, with apicii
did markets, a good potato country,
water rights dating back to
which we sell cheap anil ..n easy terms
to good farmers. Conejos County Land
and Investment Companv. Keph Oms.
Felt, president. 616 Majestic Building.
• 'Tin afraid i m getting a cold I won
der what I'd better take t«. nip it In
the bud." "A nip. of course.
T JTo chromos or cheap premiums, but
n better duality and one-third more
of Defiance Starch for the sumo prlco
of other starches.
Friendship Is one of the things that
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ASSAY OFFICE LABORATORY
Katablished In Colorado. IM6. Samples by mail or
rxpres* will receive prompt snd careful attention
Gold & Silver Bullion " , r,rc , -r.K w
1736-1738 Lawrence St.. Daavsr, C 010,.,
ItKI.I A 111. I- ASSAYS.
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Lead 75 | Hold Silver. Copper I.SU
Prompt Return* on Mall Sample*
OCiDF.N ASSAY COMPANY
A KONH. Rooms 5-12 Commerce Building. IMh and
I.artmer Street*. Denver. (Join.
ASK YOUR DEALER FOR TIIE
Made of heavy drill. Fine Madras. Fan
cy Percale and Plain and Fancy Flan
nels. Ijirge In body, long sleeve*, made
right in every way. If your dealer
cannot furnish thin brand, write to u*.
Ml I MOM I:. AI.I.LN AK At 1.1. >1 Kit. CO.
W. N. U. -DENVER —NO. 26 —1904.
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v*4 CUBES WHERE All ELSE FAILS Ld
kJ Best Cough Syrup. T»»te» Uood. Lee PJI
Hr] Id time. Sold by druggli-U. I*l
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