A VOICE FROM THE PULPIT.
Rev. Jacob D. Van Doren, of 57
Sixth street. Fond Du Lac, Wis., Pres
byterian clergyman, says: "I hgd at
tacks of kidney dlsor
ders which kept me in
the house for days at
a time, unable to do
anything. What I suf
fered can hardly be
told.
J
Complications
set in, the particulars
of which I will be
pleased to give in a
personal interview to
any one who requires
information. This I
I.
conscientiously
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can
Real Meaning of Old Saying.
The proverb, "All roads lead to
Rome," Beems to come from the
French. Mme. de Sevigne and La
Fontaine both use it: "Tous chemins
vent a Rome," "Tout Chemin mene a
Rome." The meaning these writers
gave to the phrase was that there is
more than one way of doing a thing.
TEA
How different te;t and
coffee feel! even good tea
and coffee.
In Tmry paekaf* of JMkitHng'a Boot Too ii o boofc
te How To M*k» Good To*.
Many Negroes Are Farmer*.
Of the 9,204,000 negr es in the Unit
ed States, 77 per cei work in the
fields.
TEA
There is nothing that
costs so little, both
and work, and that
far if it has the chance.
money
goes so
Looks for Noseless World.
A French scientist predicts the loss
of the nose, the nerve of which has al
ready lost its former keenness of
acent.
TEA
Coffee is fine too; but fin**
has a different meaning in
coffee.
fcaowBook. A SchOUAc B
The "Roaring Forties."
"Roaring forties" is a term used in
nautical parlance, to denote a stormy
region of the Atlantic, Pacific and In
dian oceans, lying between forty de
grees and fifty degrees south latitude.
It is characterized by strong north
nor'-west winds.
TEA
Can it be that anyone else
Can serve you as well ?
Can it be that Rnyone else
Is disposed to serve you aa
well?
Your frortr rMaraa your money If yon don't Uk»
fduUio^'a Kmc
In the Blackville Church.
Rev. Mr. Johnson—De choir will
now render dat beautiful hymn, "Oh!
For a Thousand Tongues To Sing,"
an' while dey am rending it de con
gregation will jine In grateful prayer
dat de aforesaid choir hain't got but
one tongue apiece!—Puck.
TEA
Tea is fine; that is, fine
Tea thoughts
are fine; that is, fine tea
thoughts are fine.
A Lonesome Place.
It may be all right for people to
mind their own business, but life
wouldn't be worth living if everybody
should do so.—Detroit Tribune.
tea is fine.
I do not believe Plso's Cure for Consumption
has an equal for coughs and colds.— John F.
Boyer, Trinity .Springs, Ind., Feb. 15,1900.
Condemns Religious Revival*.
An English medical journal has la
sued a health warning against relig
ious revivals
URIC TflE FAMOUS
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cents. The Kuss Company, South Bend, Ind.
World's Hardest Wood.
The hardest wood is not ebony, but
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coco*.
and Is used for making flute* and sim
ilar instruments.
:By FREDERICK
UPHAM ADAMS
JOHN BURT
Author of ••The Kidnapped Millionaires,'* "Colonel Monroe's Doctrine," Etc.
Copyright, 1902, by
Fukd*bick Upham Adams
Copyright, 1903. by
A- J. lluain Uidui.i
All rights
reserved
CHAPTER XII.—Continued.
Two hundred feet from the house
the dog paused and sniffed the air.
Then, with a yelp, he plunged to the
right, made for a rock which showed
dim through the snow, and burrowed
frantically into a drift on its leeward
side. In the white mass Blake saw a
dark object, and as he reached the
rock it moved. The next instant a
bearded face appeared from the folds
of a heavy fur overcoat, and a man
struggled unsteadily to his feet.
"Can you walk?" shouted Blake,
grasping him by the arm.
"I think so," said the stranger, as
he grasped the rope,
it?"
"How far is
"Not far," replied Blake, encour
agingly. "Pull on the rope. It will
help you."
Once in the cabin, the stranger
seated himself near the stove, while
Blake produced a flask and heaped
fuel on the fire.
"Keep your hands and feet away
from the stove, if they are frozen,"
cautioned Blake.
"I'm not frost-bitten," was the
stranger's reply, as he clapped his
hands vigorously and pinched his
ears. I was completely done for. If
you hadn't found me when you did,"
he .said with much feeling, as he ex
tended his hand, "I should never have
left there alive!"
At the sound of the man's voice
James Blake started and gazed in
tently at him. When the bearded
stranger raised his eyes and offered
his hand the recognition was com
plete.
"John Burt, or I'm a ghost! Don't
you know me, John?"
"Jim Blake!"
The New Englander is not demon
strative in his emotions or affections,
hut the joy which danced in the eyes
of these reunited friends, as they
shook hands and slapped each other
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on the back was more eloquent than
words.
"This seems too good to be true,
Tim!" exclaimed John, his hand on
Jim's shoulder. "But for you, old
chum, my California experience would
have been ended,
world Is, that we should meet here, of
all places on earth!"
"Take off your clothes and get into
bed, John," directed Blake, as he
pushed John into a chair and tugged
at his frozen boots. "Do as I tell you
and you'll be all right. Lie quiet and
rest. Don't talk, but keep awake."
Several times, during the next two
hours, John fell into a drowse, but
by force of will he roused himself.
The reaction after the awful struggle
in the drifts was severe, but he mas
tered it and was himself again. Blake
exhausted the resources of his larder
in a dinner, which John enjoyed as
never before in his life, and Dog did
not go hungry.
Then pipe's were produced, and,
seated near the red-hot stove, the two
friends recounted some of the events
which had marked their lives during
the preceding six years. It seemed
ages to both of them. The striplings
of seventeen were now stalwart men.
Blake listened eagerly to his friend's
recital of the events leading up to the
quarrel with Arthur Morris,
clenched his hands and leaned ex
citedly forward when John told of the
struggle %ith Morris in the tavern.
"I have sometimes thought," said
John, "that I should have remained
and faced the charge of murder which
might have been made against me.
That was my first impulse. I did not
kill Morris, and it is only by chance
that he did not kill me. The revolver
was still In his hand when he fell,
though I had bent his wrist so that
he could not turn It against me. It
was one of those new self-cocking
weapons and Morris shot himself. But
fctd no witnesses, and Grandfather
How small the
Jim
Burt and—and others advised me to
put myself beyond the reach of a
prosecution in which all the money
and influence would have been against
me. But tell me of yourself, Jim.
What have you done in California,
and what has the Golden State done
for you?"
"It would take me a week, John, to
tell my experiences of the last five
years," said Jim Blake, tossing an
other log into the fire. "Most of them
would not interest you, some might
amuse you, and others would make
you mad. I've been rich three times,
John, and in love twice-—no, three
times."
"How rich, and how badly in love?"
"My strokes of fortune and my love
affairs are all jumbled together," ex
plained Blake, laughing heartily.
"You'll have a bad opinion of me,
John, but I've reformed and am going
to lead a better life. I made my first
strike on the Little Calaveras. Talk
about luck! That was a funny thing.
I broke my neck and discovered a
gold mine and a sweetheart in doing
it!"
"Broke your neck? Surely you're
jesting! "
"It's a fact, just the same," as
serted Blake, thoughtfully rubbing the
back of his neck, which showed no
signs of fracture. "I was a greenhorn
then, and my prospecting expeditions
were the joke of the old stagers. I
bought a horse and a Mexican saddle
and prowled through all the moun
tains and foothills back of the Little
Calaveras. One afternoon I was fol
lowing a trail that skirted along the
side of a mountain. There's a lot of
woodchucks in those hills, and in bur
rowing around one of them loosened
a rock, which came rolling down in
my direction,
heard it, and shied off the trail. He
slid about twenty feet and then fell,
and as he went my right foot went
My horse saw and
through the stirrup. He rolled over
me, and we started down the slope.
Sometimes I was on top, and some
times he was on top.
"Four or five hundred feet below I
saw a thin row of trees, and 1 knew
they marked the edge of a cliff. For
some reason there's most always a
fringe of trees at these jumping off
places. We were going like lightning.
Just as we neared the edge the horse
rolled over we again. As 1 came on
top I saw that we were going to pass
between two small trees,
rock slewed the horse around, and he
went down head first. I grabbed at a
tree, and by the merest chance threw
my free leg around it. I held like
grim death to a coon, and heard the
leather snap as the horse went
the precipice. If it had been a first
A big
over
class saddle I wouldn't be here to
tell the tale.
I was hanging down
over the cliff. It was eighteen hun
dred feet deep to the first stopping
place, and I saw that
horse, all
spraddled out, turn over and over in
the air. I closed my eyes so as not
to see him strike. Then I crawled
back a few feet and sat down behind
a rock. That's the last thing I
member until I woke up in bed.
old doctor, whose breath smelled of
liquor, was bending over me, and
near him was one of the prettiest
girls I ever saw. She and her father
were approaching me when I started
to slide down the mountain,
name was Jenny Rogers."
Jim sighed and paused.
"This is growing romantic, but how
about the broken neck?" asked John.
"It was broken, or dislocated, which
is about the same thing," continued
Blake. "Jenny's father knew of an
old Spanish doctor, about forty miles
away, and went for him. He was a
wonder on bones. He was black as
an Indian and uglier than sin. He
felt around my neck, swore softly In
Spanish, rolled me over on my face,
re
An
Her
climbed on my back, Jabbed Mi knees
into my shoulder blades, and grabbed
me by the jaws. He gave my head a
quick wrench. I saw a tnousand sky
rockets; something cracked and I be
came senseless. When 1 awoke he
had my neck in splints, and was jab
bering Spanish to Rogers. He said
he was the only white man in the
world who could set a broken neck,
and I guess he was. He had learned
the trick from an Indian medicine
man. He charged me twenty-five dol
lars, and told me to lie quiet for a
week. Jenny Rogers nursed me, and
of course 1 fell in love with her. I
was in their cabin, and near by Mr.
Rogers had located some valuable
claims.
"Here is the most remarkable part
of this story," Blake went on. "When
l was able to dress I picked up that
cursed Mexican stirrup to see how the
leather happened to break. It was a
steel affair, and I noticed some bright
yellow spots in the crevices. Blamed
if it wasn't gold! I didn't say a word,
but when 1 was strong enough 1 went
back and climbed slowly down the
place where my horse fell. It was
easy to follow it. Near the edge of
the cliff I found an outcropping of
gold-bearing ore, and the mark of
where the metal part of my stirrup
had scratched it. 1 staked out a
claim and sold it to Jenny's father for
a hundred and twenty-five thousand
dollars. He's made two millions out
of it. I made love to.Jeiihy, and I
think she would have had me, but 1
went to San Francisco and dropped
the hundred and twenty-five thousand
on the mining exchange. I went back
and asked Jenny to wait until I made
another fortune. She said she'd think
about it. I guess she did. A year
later she married a man who is now a
United States Senator.. So I broke
my neck, lost my fortune and my
sweetheart all in less than a year."
"And what have you now?"
"This mountain chateau," replied
Blake, with a lordly sweep of his arm,
"and a hole in the ground back of it.
Then I have a fine view of the valley,
a good appetite, a slumbering con
science, and—and Dog, here, who
never upbraids me for being seven
kinds of a fool.
John told the story of the dying
sailor and his map, and read an ex
tract from Peter Burt's letter. Then
he produced the map, and they spread
it out on the table and examined it
oy the light of the lantern.
"I followed the trail all right," ex
plained John, "until the storm set in,
and then 1 had to feel my way. Be
fore 1 lost my bearings I was abbut
two miles from the point where this
sailor claims to have found gold. 1
kept near the edge of the cliff until 1
could go no further, and then curled
up behind that rock in the hope that
the storm would cease."
Blake studied the map with grow
ing interest and excitement. With a
splinter from a log as a marker he
traced the trail
"I know every foot of it!" he ex
claimed, resting the point of the
splinter on a round spot on the map.
"Here is Fisher's I>ake. You came
that far by stage. Here is the creek
which you follow for seven miles un
til you come to the old Wormley trail.
You take that to the cliffs, and go
along the cliffs until you cross four
brooks and come to the fifth one. You
were within a hundred yards of that
fifth stream, John. Now let's see the
key to this thing."
John handed him the letter.
" 'From the east face of the square
rock, on the north bank of the brook,
at the edge of the cliff,' " read Blake.
"I know the rock well, feet's see.
'Thence east along the bank of the
brook in a straight line four hundred
and twenty-two feet, and then north
at right angles, sixty-seven feet to the
base of the tallest pine in the neigh
borhood.' "
Blake rushed to the door, forgetful
of the storm, to verify his suspicions.
He pushed it open an inch, but a
solid bank of snow blocked the way.
"Where do you suppose the base of
that pine tree is?" he demanded.
Without waiting for a reply he found
a hatchet and tapped the clay floor
until he located a spot which gave a
deadened sound. Then he chopped
away a few inches of packed dirt and
sank the blade into a solid substance.
"There's the base of the big pine
tree described by your dead sailor,
and I'll bet. my life on it," he shouted.
And here are sections of the tree," he
continued, pointing to the logs which
formed the foundation of the cabin.
"I'm dead sure of it, John. It's about
a hundred and forty yards from here
to the edge of the cliff. I know, for
measured it. And its about twenty
yards to the brook.\ What is more
conclusive, this was by far the largest
tree anywhere around. That's why I
located the cabin here. Let's see
what comes next!" His eyes glis
tened with excitement.
The Instructions were to measure
three hundred and eighteen feet north
from the base of the tree and thence
east to a carefully described roc|c,
which Blake remembered. This was
the base of the incline. Within a hun
dred yards of this rock the key lo
cated three gold-bearing quartz
ledges.
(To be continued.)
"The Adirondack* and How to
Reach Them" is a n'ce folder with
(naps and references to localities, ho
tels, boarding houses, mountains and
rivers in the great wilderness of
Northern New York known as the
Adirondack Mountains. If you visit
this region once, you will be sure to
go again. A copy of "The Adiron
dack Mountains and How to Reach
Them" will be mailed free, postpaid,
to any address, on receipt of a two
csnt stamp, by George H. Daniels,
General Passenger Agent, Grand Cen
tral Station, New York.
Young Grandmother,
A Berlin court was recently called)
upon to deal with an action brought
by a woman of 30 who was a grand
mother.
TEA
How little it is! How lit
tle it adds to the weight of
the cuj>! It has covered the
sea with ships for a hundred
years.
Last Bohemian War Correspondent
U noting the death in London, of
John Augustus O'Shea, once a noted
correspondent, the Times ret
"He was probably the last ol
war
marks:
the old school of journalists, who af
fected the mood of gayety and irre
sponsibility expressed by the word
Bohemianlsm.' "
TEA
was a royal indulgence two
hundred years ago. Tis yet.
Berlin 8treet Cleaning,
Berlin has about 300 miles of paved
streets. The total labor cost of street
cleaning last year was only $529,000.
In a Pinch, U*e ALLEN'S FOOT-EASE.
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Precipitate Action.
Silence reigned inside the street
car, but on the next corner a man
stood hailing.—Baltimore American.
Protesting Against Rate Reduction.
Atlanta, Ga.—The recent proposi
tion of J. Pope Brown, Chairman of
ihe Georgia Railroad commission, to
reduce the passenger rate in Georgia
from three to two cents per mile wan
protested against by the Brotherhood
of Locomotive Engineers, the Order
of Railway Conductors, and unions of
:he blacksmiths, machinists and teleg
raphers, boilermakers, railway train
men, carpenters and joiners, clerk*
and car men. These organizations em
ployed an attorney especially to rop
tesent them, who urged that such a
reduction would work against the
prosperity of the state and lead to a
reduction In the number of railroad
employes, as well as of their wage*.
The Travelers' Protective Association
also protested that a reduction, aa
proposed, would result in fewer train*
and poorer service.
How to Keep the Peace.
The be*t way of preventing a quar
rel Is to let the other fellow believe
he is having his own way.
Mr*. Window'll Soothing
Hyrnp
ror ehtldrim •urtona ih# g'm>», rrdariw h*.
tUminatlon.aUa/apMo.uvrea wlud coiki 26c about*,
England and Wales Light.
The number of public lamps lighted
nightly in England and Wales la 300,
000 .
TEA
It is charm; but, pray,
what is charm? It is some
thing that makes you know
you are strong I
Comparisons.
The house that'* built upon the sand*
Perhaps may not endure;
The house that'a built upon a rock
Perhaps may be more sure.
Yet small are the advantages
That either side can claim,
For after all, you have to dodge
The taxes Just the same.
New York Sea,
TEA
Was ever a wicked mxo
or woi&an especially fond of
tea, do you think ?
Must Bo Desirable Job.
There were more than 650 applica
tion* recently for a berth a* night
porter at a London workhouse.
TEA
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So much goodness dwells
in a little dry leaf 1