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A. W. EISELEIN, Publisher.
Sava the Old Models.
Economy of floor space and the de
mands of liouse-cleaning offer a far
more reasonable explanation of the
action of the reorganizing commis
sion of the patent office in selling
157,000 old models than does the sug
gestion of Inventor O'Brien that this
is one of a series of steps to give the
corporations advantage in depriving
inventors of their rights, says the Bos
ton Herald. Nearly all the models
sold were of inventions on which
patent rights have expired, so that in
ventors' rights do not seem to have
suffered. The records are still pre
served. But the sweeping destruction
of old models is not desirable. In
many instances they still have value
for study and research by inventors,
and mony of them possess a historic
interest which should warrant, their
preservation. The economy of space
is not so urgent in the scheme of gov
ernment buildings at Washington that
the necessary space for the preserva
tion of important models need be be
The bump of locality is a good one
for man to possess, and there's no
question but Alpine guides not only in
herit, but cultivate their "memory of
place." Some people who are very
stupid about tite points of compass,
showing singular lack of the power of
observation, should set to work and
rectify the weakness. An English wri
ter recalls a remarkable feat of the
great guide. Melchior Anderegg of
Meiringen. He had never seen a larger
town than Berne when he visited Lon
don, and two famous climbers, Leslie
Stephen and T. W. Hiuchliff, met him
at London Bridge station and walked
with him thence to Lincoln's Inn
Fields. There was a thick London
fog. Nevertheless, when a day or two
later, the three were at the same sta
tion again returning from some trip,
Mr. Hinchliff confidently said: "Now,
Melchoir, you will lead us back home."
And straight to Lincoln's Inn Fields
Melchoir guided them, pausing only
once at the fool of Chancery lane to
make sure of his landmarks.
International Maritime Conference.
The international maritime confer
ence will assemble at Loudon in De
cember. This gathering will be for
the purpose of completing arrange
ments for a permanent prize court and
for other reforms In naval procedure
suggested by the late peace congress
at The Hague. The conference will be
an important and dignified body, all
the foremost maritime powerts being
represented by admirals and experts
in international law, and the personnel
will, says the Troy (N. Y.) Times he
such as to command respect through
out the world. Rear Admiral Charles
H. Stockton, who is the spokesman
for the American navy, has had a long
and distinguished career, filling many
posts where bravery, ability and spe
cial professional knowledge were ex
emplified, and his colleague. Prof.
George G. Wilson of Brown university,
is high authority on international law.
The American part of the conference
is likely to be well looked after.
8aving the Game.
With the revulsion of sentiment has
come scientific legislation for (he pro
tection of such game as remains, and
in most states the more intelligent
huntsmen have themselves been in
strumental in promoting the legisla
tion. But a great deal of educational
work remains to he done. The im
provement of guns and ammunition,
above all the cheapening of their
price, has placed weapons in the
hands of thousands of undisciplined
hunters, who lust, as did their prede
cessors of 30 years ago, for "records."
The violation of the game laws is not
considered a crime by them," says the
New Orleans Times-Democrut. Their
only care is to evade detection and
prosecution—not a difficult task, be
cause of tlie relative scarcity of game
wardens and the trouble experienced
in securing evidence to convict the
violators of the law.
John L. Sullivan, the once famous
pugilist, comes forward in the role of
a moralist and preaches a telling tem
perance sermon. John was 50 years
old the other day, and he indulged in
some reflections suggested by the an
niversary. Among other things he
said: "Remember, in all cases, to let
liquor alone." The advice, says the
Troy (N. Y.) Times, is backed by an
experience which makes the little
talk particularly effective.
Dispatches telling of the doing of
pirates in Chilean waters read some
thing like the stories of the old buc
caneers and other rangers of the sea
who used to ravage the South Ameri
can and Caribbean region. But it is
not at all likely that twentieth century
resourcefulness will permit this sort
of thing to continue for any length of
Taking part in a balloon race is like
matrimony, as the contestants never
know where they will finish.
(Copyright, by Bobba-Merrill Co.)
I had the tionor of a call front Mrs.
Lotigheed last week. Socially she is
o'nc of our representative ladies, and
iter claims to distinction are varied
and unimpeachable. Her uncle is a
bishop, and her calling list most ex
clusive. She lias an accent that never
forsakes Iter, and a manner that can
convey the finest gradations of feeling,
from a chilly so-far-und-no-fartherness
to a restrained warmth calculated to
put the flattered recipient into excel
lent humor with himself. She lias the
high est art of dressing, too—so unos
tentatiously that you know at once she
must be somebody. Her husband pur
sues the narrow way of the art critic,
and. feeling the sacredness of his call
ing. keeps himself for the most part
unspotted from the throng. Ilis Eng
lish is faultless and he rarely permits
himself to smile. You feel the seri
ousness of life in his presence more
than in your clergyman's, particularly
of cultured life, and you go home with
fresh resolve. It is really quite an
es. thetic treat to see him on the plat
form, iiis voice and gestures and
bearing are so full of conscious
grace. He is the product of an
older, more homogeneous society, ac
ç dentally lodged in our heterogeneous
one—at least 1 fancy that is the way
he feels about it; certainly It is the
way he looks about it.
So when sin- came to see me I
naturally felt it to be considerable of
an occasion, and one of much educa
tional value. Unfortunately, 1 hadn't
been expecting anyone (although it
was my "day") because a good-sijsed
blizzard was in course of progression
outside; and feeling secure in its pro
tection. I hadn't given those intangible
finishing touches to the appointments
of the drawing-room and my own
toilet which are necessary to make
our social calling and election sure.
Moreover, I lie bones of Sunday's tur
key were "on" in the course of transi
tion into soup, and Nora had naturally
left the kitchen door open so that the
odors—in which onion predominated
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'Don't You Think We Could Get the
National Council to Take It Up?"
—ascended the hack stairs, and were
being gently wafted down the front
ones and into the parlor when I went
in to greet my highly specialized
guest. 1 airily ignored this, of course,
as well as the absence of tea, and
searched my mind for something that
would stand me in good stead, and be
appropriate to the occasion.
As luck would have It we fell upon
woman's sphere. I don't know why It
Is T always have such a guilty feeling
when this topic is Introduced. 1 in
variably and conscientiously do my
mending on Saturdays, and encase the
family furs and other destructibles in
bags—labeled bags—before our de
parture in the spring. I explore the
cellar periodically, and 1 don't know a
thing about politics or the new Hud
son bay dispute. 1 never read a new
book, though I do talk about them
sometimes, of course. Yet, when Mrs.
Lotigheed fixed me with her gentle but
observing eye and said with just the
least bit of n question mark, "Home,
of course, is the only proper place for
women," 1 distinctly quailed. I knew
what was expected of me. Casting
about for some way of deliverance, my
eye fell upon my palms, and I sudden
ly realized to my further confusion,
that I hadn't washed them since last
sweeping day—a thing I never forget
to do! Still further humbled, 1 select
ed my dullest weapon, since weapon
of some kind I saw to be Inevitable,
and said as sweetly as I could:
"But there are so many women, un
fortunately. whose lines haven't fallen
to them In the pleasant places yours
and mine have—who never knew the
happiness of being in their own
''Ah. yes, poor things!" said Mrs.
Lougheed quite affably. "But it Is a
pity when a woman thinks herself
called upon to take up anything to do
—any sort of work, you know,—out
side the home—she always loses some
thing of her femininity; don't you
"I suppose so," I faltered miserably.
I knew 1 was expected to have
"views," and to support them. Not
to do so would be to make myself fa
tally unio,cresting; to do so, would be
ruinous to my chances for a place in
Mrs. Lougheed's esteem. Of course, 1
could recant on the spot and be con
verted to her opinion, but I had con- j
scient ions scruples against attempt
ing lids, because I really had nothing
to recant. But something had to be
said, so I plunged desperately in.
"One doesn't like to think that our
femininity is of so superficial a quality
that, it can be rubbed off merely by ac- !
quaintance with the world. Surely !
those who lose it so easily must have
lacked the genuine sort to begin with."
I knew tiiis wasn't right, and my ;
opinion was supported by a sort of !
perplexed coldness beginning to dawn j
on Mrs. Lougheed's expressive conn- j
tenance, so 1 began again, lowering my !
voice to a more confidential key.
"I have sometimes wondered what a
woman should do who found herself
possessed of some power or capacity ;
really valuable to the world—some
great artistic gift or intellectual in
sight; for nature is unfortunately so
impartial, you know; she is just as
apt to bestow her gifts upon a woman
as upon a man. If there were no
home ties to settle the question in
such a case there would still be the
injurious effect of the example upon
other women, wouldn't there? Rosa
Bonheur, for instance, and Florence
Nightingale, and—and Mme. Curie."
Of course, 1 knew this was all
wrong, too, but I saw with relief that
Mrs. Lougheed only looked a little
"Oh, I suppose there are excep
tions," she said dubiously. "When a
thing Is suitable it is different. There
are the refined arts—music and litera
ture—that women can pursue if they
have leisure."
"But even then!" I exclaimed with
a secret joy. "How often even In
these arts must we deplore the loss
of that delicacy which is woman's
chief charm—Careno, for example, and
Nordica, who lias just been divorced,
you know, and what a disastrous ef
fect the pursuit of literature had upon
the character of poor George Eliot."
Mrs. Lougheed looked vaguer still,
and began feeling around in her mind
for the thread of the argument which
had somehow slipped out of her grasp.
Failing to recover it, she ignored the
point at issue, and—true to type—
brought forth another, detached, but
which had evidently done much faith
fill service aforetime.
"Besides it is such a mistake from
an economic standpoint for women to
compete with men as wage-earners. It
is only taking the bread out of the
mouths of other women and little
"But I suppose those who don't see
it as we do, dear Mrs. Lougheed," 1
said, with a delicious little emphasis
on the "we," "and especially those who
fail to look at it in a large, impersonal
way, might say that the first duty of
these women was to fill their own
mouths. Many of them may not only
have no one to earn for them, but have
others depending on what they can
"The men would have higher wages
then, and there would be no need of
women going out," continued Mrs.
Lougheed, who liked to feel the whole
weight of the argument under her
"Yes, if only it would be equally dis
tributed," 1 said. "If we could only
persuade the men who earn to share
with those who don't, how it would
simplify things: and if only we could
persuade the-manufacturers not to em
ploy women at all! They are really
to blame, you know, too, and they keep
advertising for more all the time.
Don't you think we could gc t the Na
tional council to take it up?"
Mrs. Lougheed began fastening up
her furs. 1 rose with her. still pre
serving my deferential attitude.
"The home is woman's natural and
divinely-appointed sphere," she said,
conclusively, and with a shade of in
jury in her tone, which l thought un
justifiable, considering that we were
on the same side of the argument.
"There are women who work just be
cause they like to and want to. They
don't know how unattractive they
make themselves or they would not do
it. Men do not like the kind of wom
en who ignore the home."
"They may not have been so happy
in it as you and I, and so we can well
afford to spare a little pity for them,"
I said again, in my winningest way.
"Ah, yes, poor things!" replied Mrs.
Lougheed, giving me the parting hand.
1 washed the palms after she had
gone, and reflected. I felt in very good
spirits. Of course, I knew it was real
ly Mr. Lougheed I had been arguing
with, and I felt avenged for more than
one bad quarter of an hour he had
given me, when he had called for. and
I had v.awlttingly responded with, my*
utmost vacuity of mind. I used to
wonder why 1 was so preternaturally
idealess with him, but I saw now that
I had been simply conforming to his
standard of the feminine mind. But
at last I was avenged. The attenuated
spectacle that some men present, when
seen through their wives' mental at
mosphere is ample compensation for
all the bad quarters of an hour they
themselves ave able to Inflict.
Hope Abandoned After Physicians'
Mrs. Enos Shearer, Yew and Wash
ington Sts., Centralia, Wash., says:
"For years I was
weak and run down,
could not sleep, my
limbs swelled and
the secretions were
troublesome; pains
were intense. I was
fast in bed for four
months. Three doc
tors said there was
no cure for me and I was given up to
die. Being urged, I used Doan's Kid
ney Pills. Soon I was better and in a
few weeks was about the house, well
and strong again."
Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a box.
Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, X. Y.
I V \
ÄUJ-oCifA-* IS' ^
The Visitor—What on earth does
that chap carry that phonograph round
for. Is he dotty?
The Member—No! But he's dumb.
So he has that talking machine to
give instructions to his caddie or to
make a few well chosen remarks in
case he fozzles his drive or does any
thing else annoying.
Sores, and Itching Eczema—Doctor
Thought an Operation Necessary
—Cuticura's Efficacy Proven.
"I am now 80 years old, and three
years ago I was taken with an at
tack of piles (hemorrhoids), bleeding
and protruding. The doctor said the
only help Tor me was to go to a
hospital and be operated on. I tried
several remedies for months but did
not get much help. During this time
sores appeared which changed to a
terrible itching eczema. Then I began
to use Cuticura Soap, Ointment, and
Pills, injecting a quantity of Cuticura
Ointment with a Cuticura Suppository
Syringe. It took a month of this
ireatment to get me in a fairly healthy
state and then I treated myself once
a day for three months and, after that,
once or twice a week. The treatments
I tried took a lot of money, and it 13
fortunate that I used Cuticura. J. H.
Henderson, Hopkinton, N. Y., Apr
2C, 1907."
Modern Wedding Described with Pos
sibly Slight Exaggeration.
The young pair had so many friends
that the police were quite unable to
cope with the situation. The bride
was headed up in a barrel and thrown
into the river, while the groom was
bound and gagged and suspended by
his feet from a tall tree.
At this point the military was
called out and arrived at double quick
just in time to save the baggage from
being pasted over with insulting pla
A number of shot were exchanged.
At a late hour the city was reported
quiet and the authorities, though not
denying the popularity of the high
contracting parties, were confident
that there would be no more violence.
Uncle Ben Liked Her.
A Kansas City girl recently married
ft man who lives in one of the smaller
near-by towns, and went there with
him to live. The bridegroom was
naturally eager that his relatives
should like his bride and as one, an
old farmer, voiced no complimentary
opinion in his hearing he at last
"Uncle Ren, what do you think of
my wife?"
"W'al, for a fact, George," responded
the old fellow, "you shore outmarried
yourself."—Kansas City Times.
Deafness Cannot Be Cured
by ocal application?, as they cannot reach the dto
eased portion of the ear. There is only one way to
cure deafness, and that is by eonstitutional remedies.
1 »oaf ness is caused by an in da mod condition of the
mucous Ultimi <>f the Kustachian Tube. When this
tube is inflamed you have a rumbling sound or im
perfect hearing, and when it is entirely closed, Deaf
ness is the result, and unless the inflammation can be
taken out and this tube restored to its normal condi
tion. hearing will be destroyed forever: nine cases
out of ten are caused by Catarrh, which is nothing
but an inflamed condition of the mucous surfaces.
We will give One Hundred Dollars for any case of
Deafness (caused by catarrh) that cannot be cured
by Hall's Catarrh Cure. Send for circulars, free.
F. J. CHUNK Y «1* CO.. Toledo. O
Sold by Druggists. 75c.
Take Hall's Family Fills for constipation.
Snake in a Beer-Barrel.
A party of foreigners tapped a keg
Of beer at Lake Altoona, Pa., but
could not get the fluid through the
spigot. Investigation disclosed the
fact that the bunghole was stopped up
by a snake. The reptile must have
crawled into the keg while it was ly
ing empty on the ground, and was
drowned wheu the keg was filled.
Important to Mother*.
Examine carefully every bottle of
CASTORIA a safe and sure remedy for
Infants and children, and see that it
Bears the
Signature of ^
In Use For Over 30 '/ears.
The Kind You Have Always Bought
By loving whatever is lovable In
those around us, love will flow back
from them to us; and life will become
a pleasure instead of pain.—Dean
Escape from Fatality Illustrates How
Dependent One Workman May
Be on Hie Fellow—Dan
ger in "Green" Man.
"If a man stays green long," he con
cluded, "we can't afford to keep him.
It ain't fair to the others. You see, in
these jobs men depend on each other.
A rope badly tied, a signal given too
soon a slip in a tight place, may send
some other poor devil off into the open
—head over heels."
Here's a story in point: A man
named Dave McKay was working out
on a 900-foot railroad bridge over a
river. The bridge was built and I he
trains were already running across.
McRay was down on a scaffold some
30 feet under the middle. His helper,
a green country recruit, had tied the
ropes that held it. There were two
ropes, one from each end. The first
rope the helper had tied round a wood
en beam between the tracks, and next
in a dreamy kind of a way lie had
tied the second round one of the rails.
Then he slid down, and the pair be
gan peaceably working.
Some moments later a train came
thundering out. All of a sudden Me- '
Ray heard n snort. He looked round,
and saw the youth staring straight up
at the track, with his mouth wide
open, a calculating look in his eyes.
His freckled face grew slowly white.
McRay seized his arm.
"Say," he demanded, "wot's eatln'
His helper looked round, gave one
frantic shout, and dived for the river
70 feet below. Just then the train
roared overhead, cut the rope in two,
and down went McRay, grabbing the
scaffolding tight. He hung by the
other rope, and sa!il a good deal. When
the train had gone, he went up hand
over hand to a steel truss, and from
there, looking down, he saw the head
of the youngster, who was swimming
hard for the shore. He made quick
calculations. Then he climbed up to
the track and ran like a deer. But
by the time he got to the river bank
his helper was already ashore and
had lit out over the fields. The bridge
never saw him again.—Ernest Poole,
in Everybody's.
Wise Beyond Her Age.
Rene La Montague, the crack polo
player, tells this story of a very small
miss, the five-year-old daughter of a
prominent merchant of the Cedarhurst
Mr. La Montague was driving a
small trap front the Rockaway Hunt
chib to his home in Cedarhurst, when
he encountered the little miss, who
was out for a walk with her nurse
and a small baby brother, who occu
pied the perambulator. Being an In
timate friend of the child's parents, he
offered to give her a lift as far as her
house. The offer was accepted and on
the way Mr. La Montague was regaled
with interesting items of family news
which were lisped out in rapid suc
cession until he pulled up in front of
the house.
The child alighted, and as there was
nobody in sight on the grounds, he
asked her it' she could get Indoors
"Oh, yes." said the little tot, "and
thank you very much."
"Don't, mention it," nodded back the
polo player; when to his surprise the
child opened her eyes very much and
murmured :
"I won't."—Philadelphia Record.
Meet Upon the Level.
Once upon a time a certain commu
nity planned to give a dinner to a
judge there. When the judge came
to scan the list of those invited he
raised vigorous protest against one
name, that of a man who had been
the most brilliant lawyer in town, but
who was now the town drunkard. They
finally overcame his opposition, but
the town drunkard had heard of it.
He was the last speaker called upon.
He arose and said: "Mr. Toastmaster
—Fifteen years ago I had a practice
in this town that amounted to $12,000
a year. I had a wife and family whom
I supported in comfort. I had my own
horse and carriage. At that time the
guest of the evening was on his way
west in an emigrant wagon. He land
ed in this town and started in to make
his living. Since then, Mr. Toastmas
ter,' he cried with a pathetic break in
his voice, "since that time I have been
going steadily down, down, down, and
our guest has been going up, up, up,
until now we are just about on a lev
el."—National Home Journal.
The Mental Jog.
"There is a certain type of person,"
said the business man, "especially in
New York, who seems unable to under
stand what is said to him—or her—
unless the statement or remark is
prefixed by some catch word—usually
the word 'listen.'
"For instance, I have a stenographer
who simply stares at me in dumb
amazement if I say anything to her
without first saying: 'Now listen.' If I
begin to dictate a letter to her »he
will not write a word if I forget to
give that mental jog. When I »nap
that at her she will scratch like mad.
She is not the only one. The tele
phone girl cannot take a message un
less it has that prefix. When I am
out of the office and try to talk over
the wire with her I must always be
gin: 'Now, listen,' or else she is hope
lessly at sea and seems not to unde.
! stand a word I say.'"
If there is any one thing that a
woman dreads more than another it
is a surgical operation.
We can state without fear of a
contradiction that there are hun
dreds, yes, thousands, of operations
performed upon women in our hos
pitals which are entirely unneces
sary and many have been avoided by
For proof of this statement read
the following letters.
Mrs. Barbara Base, of Kingman,
Kansas, writes to Mrs. I'inkham :
" For eight years I suffered from the
most severe form of female troubles and
was told that an operation was my only
hope of recovery. I wrote Mrs. Pinkham
for advice, and took Lydia E. Pinkham'»
Vegetable Compound, and it has saved
my life and made me a well woman."
Mrs. Arthur R. House, of Church
Road, Moorestown. N. J., writes :
"I feci it is my duty to let people
know what Lydia E. Pinkham'» Vege
table Compound has done for me. I
suffered from female troubles, and last
March my physician decided that an
operation was necessary. My husband
objected, and urged me to try Lydia
E. Pinkham'» Vegetable Compound,
and to-day I am well and strong."
For thirty years Lydia E. Pink
ham's Vegetable Compound, made
from roots and herbs, has been the
standard remedy for female ills,
and has positively cured thousands of
women who have been troubled with
displacements, inflammation, ulcera
tion, fibroid tumors, irregularities,
periodic pains, and backache.
Mrs. Pinkham Invites all sick
women to write her for advice.
She has guided thousands to
health. Address, Lynn, Mass.
There is no
guess-work, no un
certainty, »bout this world
famous remedy. Since first pre
scribed by Dr. D. Jayne 78 yean
ago it has brought relief and ef
fected cures in millions of cases
of disease, and is today known
and used in all parts of the world.
If you have a Cough or Cold *ou
cannot afford to experiment—
you know Jayne's Expectorant to
be a reliable remedy. It is also
a splendid medicine for Bron
chitis, Pleurisy, Croup, Whoop
ing-Cough and Asthma. Get it at
your druggist's—in three size
bottles, $1.00, 50c. and 25c.
oughly reliable laxative, pur
gative, cathartic and
•tomach tonic.
Western Canada the Pennant Winner
"ThoLost Best West"
The government ol
Canada now gives
to every actual set
tler 160 acres ol
land free and an
additional 160 acres
at $3.00 an acre. The 300,000 contented
American settlers making their homes in
Western Canada is the best evidence oi
the superiority of that country. They are
becoming rich, growing from 25 to 50
bushels wheat to the acre; 60 to 110 bush
els oats and 45 to 60 bushels barley, be
sides having splendid herds of cattle raised
on the prairie grass. Dairying is an im
portant industry.
The crop of 1908 .till keep* Wettern Canada
in the lead. The world will toon look to it aa
ita food-producer.
''The thine which most Impressed ns was the
magnitude of the country that U available for
agricultural purposes." — Sational Editorial
Corvfi'uniUnce* 1WN.
Low railway rates, good schools and churches,
markets convenient, prices the highest, climate
Lands are for sale by Hallway and Land Com
panies. Descriptive pamphlet« and maps sent free.
For railway rates ana other information apply to
Superintendent of Immigration
Ottawa, Canada
or to the authoiized Canadian Gov't Agent:
lu great rarletjr for sale at the lowest price* by
Ao S. àCLUMsUKmi'AFKBCUos î* W.AteBkSt.'OücagB

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