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His Fatherly Interest By LOUISE OLNEY (Copyright, UW, by Associated LJ tar ary Praia.) The widow inblnson’o black ayea snapped with annoyance as aba sawed .rapidly at bar young daughter's pink muslin dress. Prom bar seat on the Jit He porch she called to Jhe girl who was sweeping the wooden walk. Presently Elvle. who never hurried, same to sit on the edge of the porch with languid Interest. “Bakes alive, El vie! If you had the spunk of a cat you’d help me out some way! And the dear pastor takes such a fatherly Interest in you. too! How that Green woman had the nerve to follow him on his vaca tion beats me! She’s that deceitful, and he that unsuspecting, that a body might expect anything!—though them with eyes can see w'here bis thoughts has been this past year!“ The widow bridled and simpered. She and the widow Green had been rivals since girlhood, and now the lib tie town was taking sides, the ungodly making bets on which of the two would marry the Baptist preacher and queen It In the parsonage and at the sewing circle. “She didn’t follow him—she went flret," drawled Elvle. The girl was . 18, pink-and-whlte. with a receding chin and an unstarched backbone, the antipode of her dark. thin, tense mother ’’Same thing!“ snapped Susan Rob- . lnson, “she discovered she had folks to Swan lake, and went to visit them the minute she found he was to take bis vacation there! She was cute i enough to make It seem he was fol lowing her! I know her!“ Put me | ,ln the parsonage once and that eat < will get her comln’s! I do hate a , scheming woman! Don’t you?“ Elvle assented. It was her way to I assent, and It Irritated her mother beyond endurance at times. Now the girl rose listlessly and went to meet | the postman, who handed her a let ter. She stood looking at it till her mother came and snatched It Impa | tlently from her hand ( It was addressed In the unmistak able hand of the parson. ( "flakes alive, child, read It! I never < seen your beat for coolness!” ( Elvle obeyed calmly. After a few , pious platitudes, the letter concluded: , “So you see 1 have a surprise for | your good mother I am boarding ■ with her second cousin, Mr. Steven , broad ley, as she may not know. Mrs , Rroadley wishes me to Invite you hare , for a month to get acquainted with , them. | may say that should your good mother let you come I shall be . glad to help you with that Latin you . wish to make up. and also further your Bible class study. “Tour cousin William is a fine young man. doing well In business, hut not so Interested In his church. 1 fear, as one eould wish. You may be \ a help to him “Tell your mother that I am moot comfortable and that her cousin Is nearly as good a cook as herself. ' Could I say more? Be assured of my 1 fatherly Interest In you. and write me ‘ that you will come." a few more 1 platitudes, and that was all. The 1 widow drew the deep breath of trl- ] umpb Wbat better chance could she desire? ' Mrs Robinson Immediately began 1 Elvle's outfit, more suited to a bride 1 than a simple child like her A white muslin and a blue silk were added to the pale pink dress, and the village dressmaker was called In And as i preparations went on. the widow con stantly Instructed her daughter She i was to stay with the pastor all that was possible, and never to leave him with the Widow Green. “It’s easy for a young one like you ’ t-» do most anything you like without t gettln’ talked about If you go at It right. Remember the dear pastor’s fatherly interest In you and keep him tn the family till 1 git him safe back i .here again and you’ll see no girl In I town has better advantages than you, Elvle! And be nice to your cousins', and have a good time with them, but there la one thing, don't you forget that 1 won’t have even third cousins tn my family marryln’, so you go and Call In love with your cousin William tf he Is well fixed Cousin Bteve Is real well off. bt I haven’t seen him for ten years.” The widow would have liked nothing better than a match be tween the cousins, and thought that forbidding It was a gor« way to bring ft to paaa. Visions of herself as a minister's wife, of Elvle as a well-to- j do young matron, flitted before her ayes. Elvle went on her visit while the Widow dreamed, mentally, as the pas tor's wife, paid off old scores of neg lect and snubbing, and made herself many clothes, all too gay and young. 1 And cleaned her house till even the •ant would not enter save to eat She did much mysterious hinting, trans parent enough to the grinning gossips. ' The grocer bet with the druggist—a 1 ease of eggs against a year’s patent medicine—on the Widow Roblastm. I The druggist saw chances for the Widow Green. But Susan Roblnaoa was betting on Elvle, who had prom ised all her mother wished. The glrl*a J letters were brief, but telling. The first said she had arrived, that ! ahe Uked her cousins, that Mrs. Green | Justified her name when the pastor took her. Elvle, out for a boatrlde; that she had begun her Latin. She Was well and hoped her mother was the same, and the pastor sent his re- | tarda. That day Busan Robinson bought a hat SO years too young for her, aad mentally planned repairs on the par sonage. Elvle’s next letter said she had been driving with cousin Will, .and bade her mother not worry. Elvle’s third letter wss very short, bet satisfying. If hsr mother did not .earn, she would stay a week longer ■'and come home with Brother Jones, whom, she said, she was “keeping in tthe family, all right.” It was actual ly a rather sprightly note, and the mother reflected complacently that •BNfle had o6me spirit after aIL She the house again, and the aeiguuara. it was 100 Clean n>r cuw I fort. A few days before Elvle was due, the Widow Green suddenly returned home, called on her rival, grinned with strange malice, and told her how lively Elvle was. “One would never In the world think you was the mother of that young woman. Busan,“ she finished Innocently, driving In the barb. Elvle always made her mother feel very old. But Mrs. Green smiled. She managed to let out that Brother Jones was bringing Elvle home In a day or two, and spoke loftily concern ing church work. When the day came, the Widow Robinson cooked as only she could .cook. They would reach home about five, and she would meet them at the station, bear them triumphantly off to supper before the whole town, most of which was always at the station on the slightest pretext That supper would remove the last doubt, If doubt there were. In the pastor’s mind. El vle, tired from her trip, would slip off to bed. like the good child she was. and then—but some dreams are too blight for words. To make things the more perfect, she heard thst Brothpr Jones had quietly had the parsonage re-palnted and re-papered within an Inch of Its Ufa. That alone showed his Intentions! At four Susan Robinson. Impatient, pathetically wan in her girlish hat and gown, waited at the station. The church membership gradually added Itself to the platform, and when the train clanked and shrieked to Its stop. ,ber great moment came. People got off—everyone in the train seemed to be laughing. At a win dow was a great bow of white satin ribbon—there evidently was a bridal couple on board. Then, walking down the aisle, she saw Elvle, In hew white gown, her cheeks crimson, her little figure oddly stiffened and alert She came out on the platform. Mrs. Robinson gasped. For behind her daughter came Brother Jones, dressed like a youth, smiling all over, silly with the silliness of an old man who has married a young girl. As be lifted hla hat, rice rattled to the steps. He came down, and lifted Elvle as If the girl were a cripple Taking her hand, be faced his audience. “Dear friends,” he said, “the Good Book aaya It Is not good for man to live alone! I hope my wife, who has grown up among you from babyhood, will make my church as happy—as she does Its pastor!” Then he caught the Widow Robinson’s eye. Everybody caught her eye. The Widow Green caught It. But Susan Robinson was nothing If not game. She smiled know ingly. Then she kissed her daughter. Then deliberately she kissed her new son. Getting between the two, she took an arm of each, and drew them along with her. Over her shoulder she called back to the others. “1 suppose It was mean of me not to tell you all. but we thought It best to make It a surprise They must come home to supper now, but If all the brothers and sisters will come to my house this evening, we will be glad to have you. I have everything ready, cake and aIL Ton needn’t to bring anything!” The congregation gasped and stored. And as the newly married couple went along the village street, the little bride, that queer flicker In her big eyes, took a surreptitious look at her mother’s face. It was quite calm. The girl wondered a little. Mothers, she thought, are never to be understood. The Widow Robinson was meditating on her manifest advantages as the mother of, a mlnlster’a wife. She saw chances there, too. A Game Victim. The local cup tie final was what the reporters call a dlngdong game—ten minutes from the finish and no goals all. At this crucial moment Spar broom. the hope of the Tbumbvllle Thrushes, was knocked out. They car ried him hastily from the field, but It was not till the match was over that he recovered consciousness—at a moment when the doctor was tn the middle of a most painful operation. In mortal agony he plucked the sleeve of the doctor who was attend ing to his fractured thigh. “Tell me. doctor,” he whispered, faintly, “did we win?” “Yes.” answered the man of medi cines A flush of rapture suffused the face of the Injured one “Well never mind this fractured thigh, then, doctor.” he mumbled, ex citedly. “but Just take those bits of broken teeth out of my mouth, eo’s I can holler!"—Answers. BELONG TO SOUTHERN CITY Institutions Indigenous to New On leans Call Forth Criticism From Stranger. Sheridan Ploughs of Hutchinson re cently returned from a trip to Pan ama. taken to see how Uncle Sam Is , building the big ditch. He stopped at New Orleans to have a look at the Mardl Gras. “They have two Institutions tn New i Orleans that seem to be to the man ; ner born,” said Ploughe, the other day. “They think they have a raon- I opoly on these. One Is the French opera and the other Is the Mardl Gras. They say that the opera Is the , leading feature of their social life. For over 80 years they have had this j kind of music and I rather think now 1 It la honored more for Its age than I *for anything else. Some of our party [went to the opera. Some stayed at {home. Those who went congratulated I those who stayed. When the opera (had Its highest run It was about all jjthere was to New Orleans society. | (Not to be a subscriber, or at least (not to be a regular attendant, was [tantamount to being Ignored by so ciety, and to being looked upon as a 'person lacking In taste. It was a •swell affair and on each Tuesday and night—full dress, head wait er clothes and white golves for the (men, and for the women all that New {Orleans society would stand for. The of uudress was positively ( startllng to a stranger. All of which .reminds me of Jerry Simpson. He at tended a swell social function In [ .Washington, and his wife, who had 1 'not attended, asked Jerry when he ' tgot home how the women were 1 dressed. The quick-witted Jen? re l. aIM: -W«U. n 4w. 1 WPMt UU you. I did not look under the table.’ ” —Kansas City Journal. RECORDS MADE BY GUNNERS Men of the Coast Artillery Prove They Know How to Use Their Weapons. A remarkable record was made by Company 116 of the Coast Artillery Corps at Fort Rosecrans. Cal., recent ly. Four shots were fired from a bat tery of two ten-inch guns at a target 80 feet high by 60 feet long, which was moving at the rate of eight miles an hour, at a distance of about five miles away. All four shots were fired In a period of 1 minute and 20 sec onds. and passed through a rectangle 9 feet high by 42 feet wide, three of them striking the target and the fourth passing four yards to the left of It. The remarkable accuracy of this firing can be appreciated when It Is realized that a circle with a radius of eleven yards at the target would Include all the shots. On the same date Company 62 of the Coast Artillery Corps at Fort Rod man, Mass., fired four shots from an eight-inch battery at a 30 by 60-foot material target which was moving at the rate of five miles an hour at a dis tance of about four miles from the. battery firing. All four shots were hits, and the first shot cut the raft of the material target In two. A circle with a radius of fifteen yards at the target would Include all the shots. The Interval between the shots was 36 seconds.—Harper’s Weekly. Cleanliness Next to Godliness. "While collecting rents In -a poor quarter of the city I discovered a novel use for an old churchyard,” said the renting agent. “Several of my three-room flats In a building overlook ing the yard are occupied by laun dresses. Last week I happened to get Into the kitchen of one flat and I saw that every laundress had a pulley clothesline stretched across the yard from her kitchen window to a corner of the church. Fortunately the yard was in the rear of the church and no one except the neighbors had a chance to be shocked at the contiguity of laundry and religion. The laundress whom I questioned said there had been some pretty hot debates In the church over the propriety of com bining cleanliness and godliness In that practical fashion, but the pastor had contended so stoutly that the 26 aquare feet of space could be put to no better use than to enable hard working women who had no place else to dry clothes out doors to earn a liv ing that the trustees had finally given In." Gogson's Invention. Friend—Gogson, how la your aero plane getting along? Inventor—lt la complete, with the exception of one little detail I have not yet perfected. I shall take up that next. “What Is It?" "A mere trifle that I can think out at any time. The principal feature of my invention la a safety net that will travel along under my aeroplane to prevent fatal accidents. It will make navigating the air absolutely free from danger. By the Introduction of that net I have revolutionized the entire business." “But how Is the net itself to be kept from falling to the ground when any thing happens to your aeroplane?" “That is the little detail I haven't worked out yet."—Life. New Idea for Rairing Money. In France the government Is about to venture upon an experiment for rntslng money by letting or selling the rights of advertising on match boxes, the sale of matches being a state pi Duopoly. A proposal to this effect has been passed by the chamber of deputies. The proposer estimated that tn*- advertising rights ought to bnngt In between *200.000 and 8250.000 1 EITHER A FIB OR A MIRACLE Old Shellback Had Not Well Weighed His Words Before Recounting Marvelous Tale. Rear Admiral Rogers of the navy tells the following atory of a conver sation he heard between two old aallors: "It was a rat ship I was sailin’ In that trip,” said one of the ahellbacka. "One of the dlngdeat rat ships I ever knew. They was rata In It from bow to atern. rata In the hold. In the gal ley, In the steerage. In the fo’castle. In the old man’s room—everywhere. Rata. Nothin’ but. "Blmeby It got ao bad we had to put In an’ get them off. So we hooked up to a dock and fumigated. I was on deck an* 1 saw them rata leavin’. I counted 'em. They was fifteen million of ’em." “Fifteen million?" asked the other. "Ain’t that a lot o’ rats! Are you aure?" "Sure? Yea, I’m aure. They was fifteen million rata, and 1 counted 'em. More than that, every rat weighed half a pound. They was big, fat. sassy ones. I’m tellln'." million rata, and evsry ons weighed half a pound, and they all came off your ship. That’a seven million and a half pounds of rats. Say, Jim, what waa the tonnage of that ship?” “Oh, about 160 tons.”—Judge. FOOD PRICES OF LONG AGO Farisiane on Record ao Paying Large Sume for Ordinary Arftielas of Sustonancs. While the French newspapers echo with complaints about the high food prices, a statistician has figured out that things were not so very cheap In “the good old times" either. Milk prices are pretty stationary now throughout the year. Two hundred years ago the Parisians had to pay three times more for milk In winter than In summer and the average price of a quart of was about eight cents. Toward the end of the eighteenth century Paris paid 11 cents per quart for milk. In the French country dis tricts the price was six cents. One hundred and thlrty-flva years ago BBly tha rich ao*M illrt lb ««L. bat ter In winter, the average price being one dollar a pound. Eggs were cheap er than they are now. but likewise much smaller. In the year 1800 the price of turkey In Paris was between eight and ten dollars a head, accord ing to site. Rice was 16 cents a pound. Most of the food is cheaper now in the big cltleß than in the good old times. In the middle ages only princes dared to aspire to eat oranges, which were one dollar apiece during the height of the season. Women’s Clothing. Dr. Haig Ferguson in a lecture at the Edinburgh Royal infirmary the other day had some severe things to say about the clothing of the adult woman. It was hampered by fashion and superstition and nothing could be. a greater tribute to the strong nerves and powerful muscles of women than the fact that their health had survived for centuiieo their habits of clothing.; A woman’s clothing was the despair of the hygienist. Children and girls were more sensibly clad, but when girls grew up they were often clothed In away which made them unable to walk, run or breathe. Weighty skirts, low-necked gowns, “pneumonia blouses," the modern hat, the high heeled shoe with Its pointed toe, were all condemned. But then women will have It ao and so it will remain.— Westminster Gazette. ▼k* AMn 99 The Rooster's “Song." Some animals —and especially some birds—we flatter grossly. Others we Insult. But. of the adulated, which la ao absurdly praised by hla very name as Chanticleer? M. Rostand's hero Is really the hoarsest of singers. And not only Is he ridiculously husky, but he never hits the note, he Is sourly out of tune, and drags downward through a sorry scale, without one tone right, through the close of hla outcry. And yet we must needa take him as the very champlou of pure singing. Tennyson went so far as to compare the voice of Jeptha’a heroic daughter. In the forest of hla dream, to the cock’s. She sings “clearer than the crested bird that claps hla wings at dawn." It Is certain that Tennyson had no ear for music (as bad few of the great poets, from Pope to Roe set tl), but he might have known a rau cous voice from a clear ona. NEW FLATS TO BE MODELS Mrs. W. K. Vanderbilt Plane Home* far Werfcing Men That Will Be Unique. TTie homes for working men that are to be .built in New York by Mrs. W. K. Vanderbilt are said to be models of their kind. The buildings will be of tlie apartment-house style, with 16 suites for small families on each floor of two, three, four and flve rooms in a suite. The novel feature will be the series of open staircases leading from the contra! open courts, giving to the occupants facilities for entering the apartments directly from out of door*. Each building will have four of these staircases, and they are designed as a special protection against disease. As there will be no common hallways there can be no accumulation of dirt. Open-air wards on the roof will be another good feature. There will be a roof garden and separate toilets for men, women and children, the tenants to be encouraged to live out of doors. There will also be a series of balconies that may be used for eating or sleeping. The apartments will have bathrooms and gas ranges. WORK FOR THE HUMANE. associations haring served cream to areaway cats and nice juicy bones to alley dogs, their attention is called to the infant the Lord in an unlucky moment deposit ed at the door of a couple who Just Love to 00. For the baby’s coming hasn’t kept them from going and since there is no one to leave it with it goes along. At the hour when its little head should be on its pillow it is carted away to moving-picture shows, airdromes, lectures, ice-cream Socials, dances, and if there is noth ing gay going on they even take it to funerals. This isn’t good for the baby, but young folks who Just Love to Oo and who don’t realize their selfishness, put their pleasure above the baby*a welfare. That is why the humane associations should taJce a little time from the cat and dog.— Atchison Globe. TAKING DUE PRECAUTIONS. “Maria,” said the man who was in the Mbit of coming home late, “I wish you wouldn’t have the carpen ters repair the front stoop.” “And why not?” inquired the wife “Well, I can’t waltz into the house at midnight if I have to learn three or four new steps.”—Ex change. REACHING FARTHER WEST. Statistics at Wellesley college this year show a larger per cent, of the attendants coming from the middle west, and even from the states be yond the Rockies. Fifteen yean ago the percentage of students from the New England states was more than 50 and this year it is only 42 per cent of the whole. That's the Way It Goes. "I guess I made a mistake. 1 wouldn't paint a doorstep for the old tenant." “Well?” “And now I’ve got to paint the en tire houee for the new teasel."— (???) Young Mrs. Morway aU bottom stair surveying the table at her left On It still r. the live-pound box which she and husband had left there the night bi fore filled to the brim with the finest chocolates. She bad eaten only two and Harold had eaten none Now the box was absolutely empty They stared at each other unbe lievingly. Then Mrs. Morway tossed her head and went In to breakfast. If Harold really thought It was funny, let him keep It up She would find the candy when she straightened up the house. As for Morway. he felt that he was being trifled with. The constraint lasted several days, during which neither mentioned the mysterious disappearance of five pounds of perfectly good candy Janet had turned the house upside down without finding the hidden sweets Then she brought home a bag of mo lasses chips and the next morning when she came downstairs. Harold with her. they both gasped. The mo lasses chips bag was empty. There -upon they made common cause of the trouble. “There Isn’t another living soul In the house but you and me!” Janet quavered, almost tearfully. “Even the maid Is away on a visit There Isn't a thing disturbed or taken but the candy, and every door and window is locked, as It should be. There’s no vise talking. Harold; we’ve got a g-g-ghost! “ “Nonsense!" Morway hastened to ■ay. though he said it nervously. "Still, the candy’s gone. It's decidedly puz zling." “It’s ghastly!" announced his wife, wetting down the coffee pot with a lit tle shivery bang. “Harold, did you ever walk In your sleep?” "Never!" declared her husband. "Well, if a ghost didn’t take the candy you must have done it," Mrs. Morway Insisted. “You've probably dug a hole In the coal pile down cellar and concealed It Please, won’t you shovel off some of the coal and •ee If—" "I will not!" said her husband. Drmly. "I'd rather endure a ghost. Besides. I tell you I never do any thing else when I sleep except sleep! Maybe you did It yourself." "Why. Harold!" his wife cried. In dignantly "You know. I’m so afraid of the dark! But what could have taken It? I’m afraid to stay here •lone to-day." The Morways* candy ghost sprung Into Immense popularity among their friends, who Insisted on a ghost party, but the Morways objected. They said If It was a ghost they didn’t want to see It. because somebody would have hysterica. They were sure It was • ghost, because after leaving sandy on the library table they tied strings to their wrists and the other ends to the brass rods of the bed to disprove the sleep-walking theory. Bat the esndy disappeared. However, as Tommy Taylor pointed out, there was nothing to prevent a clever sloop walker from untying a knot In a string and later tying It again. Two or three weeks later still an other box nearly full of candy was emptied during the night The Mor ways could not resist leaving the bait exposed. They had endured so many thrills that they had developed an appetite for them The question of the ghost had turned Into a thing of seri ous consequence. Not a scrap of the missing candy was to be found In the house. Even the coal pile had been explored by a boy. "There's no use beating about the bush." Tommy Taylor said at one of the Morways* Sunday evening teas which had grown terribly popular be cause everybody talked solely about the ghost, "you’ve got a sea serpent In the house! No mouse could get away with five pounds of chocolates at one fell swoop." "Besides, there aren't any mice," said Mrs. Morway. with finality. There were shadows under her eyes. "1 shall go crazy If we don't find out who—what does It!" The state of nervousness In which the Morways were tangled made the tension of family life too great In spite of everything each suspected the other. Finally. Mrs. Morway went away on a visit and the night before she left a candy box remaining below stairs was emptied as were the oth ers. "I’m afraid to leave you alone In this house!" she quavered, as she and Morway started for the train. "Har old—did you forget and leave that plate of chocolate fudge I made for you out on the table? I told you to put It Inside the sideboard!" "I forgot it.” confessed Morway nervously. "Oh. It'll be all right!" The first letter Mrs. Morway got from her husband stated without pre amble that when Morway. after put ting her on the train and spending the rest of the evening st his cousin’s, had returned home at midnight he found the fudge plate empty. “This." he wrote, "proves that neither you nor I have been doing it I am going to belt several mousetraps and If they don’t nail the ghost I shall purchase a bear-trap, establish a salt-lick and spread a net for the sea serpent’’ Left alone, Morway devoted himself to cstchlng the ghost And three days later he wired his anxious wife: "Am having the ghost stuffed and mounted and shipped to you by ex press It was a rat!" Millionaire (to attorney)—lt ft my desire to leave all of my property to the United States government Hew can I do so and be sure a lot of rela tlves won’t get It after I’m gone? Attorney—Turn your holdings Into United States bonds and notes and burn them on your deathbed. —Judge. Needed Another Femur. Excited Naturalist—Are you aware, tay dear sir, that this gate post of yours Is the femur of an ornlthoscelldaf Farmer (apologetically)—l always thought It was somethin' odd like. It don't match the ether post nohow!—< nz \ j- \ On Main Line . ' Rapid Growth of . New Colorado Town \ In the Broad Big Sand Valley And Charm ol Entire Re*. £ Will Greatly Increase Prices. Make Supremacy for Brandon. 400 Residences and Business *2.500 Brick Bank Building, oc- p LoU hr Public Sale. Private cupled. iW Sale and Drawing. *6.000 Brick Hotel, under con-. | tract. I Col. E. F. Herlff. the F&mouß $37000 Brick School Building to I Apachan Auctioneer from Ok- be erected ■ lahoma. Will Conduct $3,500 Brick Mercantile Bpjjcj- I Lot Sales. lng, planned. | CHOICE LOTS Reserved for the Opening—TEßMS Bi p O / 1 BRONCO BUSTING with CASH FREE DRAWING OF RJCBI PRIZES and OTHER WILD DENCE LOT BY ISADY HOME WEST PERFORMANCES STEADER IN KIOWA CO BAND MUSIC AND BASE BALL OTHER FREE ATTRACTIONS. Every Day Attractive With Var- Big Tents Provided—Ample Ac ted Program. comodatlons. Celebrate the Rare June pays Special Railway Bervloe ter by Attending the Town Town Opening. Come via Opening Homeaeekers* Excursion. Barbecue and Other Features for Thousands 1 sgaa «3sss3ssssscsssssssssgasasssssasssssasssgs3ss; BRANDON TOWN COMPANY BRANDON. COLORADO. ■ .. ______ f ■ • | Custer No. 3311 Custer No. 3SII la a rich light chestnut In color, with white f * | feet and star; he stands 15 3-4 hands high and wslghs shoot lift I pounds; waa foaled in 1906; he hns great atyle, action and bmlj I wim good conformation and plenty of substance. He la a thorongh ad- I die horse, going the five saddle ga its with ease, action, graaa and fe ci 11 ty. He traces through a long 11 ne of illustrous ancestors, carrying In his veins the blood of Rex Denmark 840, Black Squirrel St, la. tucky Prince, Jeff Davis, Forrest Bquirrel 801, Fancy 544, Faaaak 498, Sample Cadmus, Squrrel Denmark 1868, Lucille rsacork IYSS, Cadmus Chief 1097, Peacock Chief 1685 and Model Squirrel SPP9. This horse ia the property of f B. C. ROBERTSON , and will be kepi at ’7; I, McLean's Livery Bam I Tabulated pedigree can be seen by asking. 0 I 4 Fas 915 to insure mare in foal. If mare la sold, traded er re- L moved from the county fee becomes due and payable at eaaa. Dae ■ care will be taken to prevent accidents, but will not he R should say eaaer. V D. E. COOPER Be CO. Real Estate, Loan d? Insurance Agent | BOOM l COOPER BLOCK. Register and Globe-Democrat $2