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■ALII L UmFBUOW, PuMMw. IDAHO. MOUNTAIN HOME. The corn husking liar Is up agains! a crop of nearly 2,800,000,000 bushels this year. The latest fashion decree provides for pockets in women's dresses. They will never agree. Washington is to have a woman's hotel—with an electric hair curler, oi course, in every room. Every good citizen is opposed to bosslsm, but very few of them havt the nerve to tell wifey so. It would seem cruel to kill a scorch ing chauffeur without giving him a few moments' time to repent. Mistakes are banana peels on life's highway. They give you a tumble, but you must get up and toddle on. The French cabinet falls to pieces so often anybody would think it had been bought on the installment plan. A Detroit man has erected a monu ment to Satan. Why didn't he build it in New York, where Satan could see it? Caruso, the tenor, objects to hotels, prefering to live alone. An inherit ance from his celebrated ancestor, Robinson? Take this one home and try It on your guesser: How cold must it be to be twice as cold as two degrees above : zero? France is to be congratulated on abandoning the habit of having crises every time the parliament makes a face at the ministry. As to some of the gimcrackeries brought to this country from Europe it is patently absurd that they should pay duty as "works of art." Motoring, it is said, eliminates indi gestion. For the man who happens tc get in the way it often eliminates al) other known maladies, also. The experience of I^abrador explor Ing parties shows that lovers of ad venture don't have to go up to the. Arctic regions to lose their lives. Every other day or so now a Rus sian mob breaks into a vodka shop and proceeds to give the world an object lesson in the cause of temper ance. Eighteen soldiers at a Kentucky fort deserted when ordered to another state. There is no gainsaying that Kentucky girls are hand some.—Roch ester Post-Express. While out hunting with King Alfon so, Emperor William shot, twenty three boars, as against the king's twenty-nine. It wasn't a very good day for hoars, either. The Japanese government has de cided to issue a new foreign loan of $250,000,000 at 4 per cent. War is what Gen. Sherman said it was, for those who have to pay the cost. One-third of the Dominican navy is now at the Norfolk navy yard for re pairs. It consists of the 600-ton gun boat Presidente, which hasn't been overhauled before for seven years. Operas are now given as sacred concerts in New York on Sundays They are so old-fashioned in that town that they consider it necessary when they break the laws to do it undei cover. A play Is to be brought out In New York with John D. Rockefeller and Ida M. Tarbell aa two of the principal characters. Let us hope, in the inter ests of propriety, that there may be no wig pulling. New Jersey boasts of a man 72 years old who can neither read nor write and has seen only one locomo tive, and that at a distance of half a mile. Only think of boasting of a man like that! King Alfonso killed forty-one wild pigs while he was out hunting with the kaiser. This doesn't mean neces sarily that he would be willing to help our Yankee farmers with their pig kill ing if he should come over here. The amount of letter writing that is done daily in New York is illustrated by the fact that 235,000 letters on an average are collected there every day between 4:30 and 7:30 p. in. And they aren't all love letters, either. In order to prove that the eternal feminine toes cot change with the processiof )f h centuries, it is only necessary * p-- it out the fact that every tin i t nan becomes a great genius sL m -i s a millionaire. MAN'S BEARD CAUSE OF JEERS. Wore Hirsute Adornment to Show Hia Independence. Among odd gravestones is one In Leominster, Mass., which bears a por trait carved in marble, and the fol lowing Iscriptlon: "Persecuted for wearing the beard." These few words gave but a faint dew to the unique personality who had this unusual memorial of hlmseli chisled on his monument. Joseph Palmer died in Leominster, Cct. 30, 1873, at the age of 84. He is rot mentioned in the town directory, I •stL V' mgm m \ ■ mm fi 7 U /'is*,. i mt H ■ 7 : 1 . M mm -■ # ; W »-r*> W-4 r m - > ; *3 * * 4' m nym ■ .' 7 - - - V-. ' mkm & »■ §p < mM ■ • - - Palmer's Tombstone. yet tradition has many interesting stories to tell of him. It is said that he gloried in espous ing the unpopular side in any contro versy and posing as a martyr. Early In the 19th century it was fashionable for men to go smooth shaven, so Joseph Palmer determined to wear a beard, not because of its beauty, but to assert his right to be contrary if he wanted to be. Men and boys used to jeer at him, much to his gratification. Once a crowd of young fellows seized him in a hotel in Fitchburg and started to cut off his beard. He at tacked his persecutors with a kife and wounded one of them. For this deed he was summoned into court, and he ever afterward felt himself a much persecuted man for conscience's sake. According to one of the older resi dents of Leominster, Mr. Palmer was much interested in the transcendent al philosophy founded by Amos Bron son Alcott, father of Louise May Al cott, the well known writer of stories for children. It is said that Mr. Pal mer contributed toward the purchase of Brook farm, and, when the com munity came to an end, the property passed into Mr. Palmer's possession, Smallest Known Rose. This is an exact life size photograph of the smallest rose which has been achieved by the florist's art. Its ap propriate name is "Baby Rambler," and in every way it takes first place ■ ■ among the diminutive specimens ol floriculture. It seldom grows to a height greater than three inches, and the blossom measures but half an Inch in diameter. The rose is owned in Chicago. Has Letter of Trafalgar Sailor. A Manchester, N. H., man nas a let ter written by Hugh Folland on board of "his majesty's ship Bellona," July 12, 1812. 12, 1812. the Americans at the battle of Lake Champlain, changed, hut preferred to remain in this country. He spent the rest of his life l-i Vermont. He was taken prisoner by He was taken prisoner by He was afterward ex THE FATAL REQUEST OR FOUND OUT By A. L. Harris Author of "Min® Own Familiar Frland," etc. C a » t t l l Publithing Company. Smith. Copyright, 18 9 1, by Copyright, by S t r t t t 19 0 3, CHAPTER XIV.—Continued. All, though still legible, were more or less injured by the fiery ordeal to which they had been in some degree subjected. The fire, which had stopped before reaching the upper part of the body, had been sufficient for this. He ran his eye over them again. What was that? Something which srackled as he laid his hand upon one of the papers nearest to him. It was a sheet of foreign note paper, much singed, and written only upon one side. He pushed all the other papers to gether in a heap. Then, with the burnt letter before him, with an elbow planted on each side, and his head supported between his hands, he bent himself to the task of deciphering what still remained. At last, after at least an hour spent (n this way, he made a gesture of despair. "I suppose I must give it up. The task is beyond me—at least, this por tion of it." He cast his eye again over the words. "They tell me nothing as they are. They even serve to cast some implica tion upon my father's honor, and-" He broke off abruptly, and the color forsook his face. What was it the doctor had hinted at? Something dis creditable in the past? He glanced at the paper again. "But this speaks of something worse-" He gave a hasty look round, as though he half-feared the possibility of the presence of a listener, as he whispered the words—"Something criminal! " He took up his pen again, and once more concentrated his whole attention upon the burnt letter. The paper before him contained a number of broken phrases—the be ginnings and fragments of sentences. The upper part of the letter had been £ m ilU 'i'Wi , t V i H K t II / f IBS T\ Something I can do for you?" The burned away, and the first word which was decipherable was his father's name—"Silas." Below this might be read, with some difficulty, the following inco tierent scraps of sentences, in which, after all, there was a good deal of guess work: "Have not forgotten ... of on receiving twenty years . . this letter . . . at once for Dover . There . . . expect to reach . . is that between us which . . . not allow you to deny ... I ask . , . and many . . . you alone can . . . If you refuse I shall . . . . . as the criminal . that you . . . of your youth." Beneath this last sentence he could make out what he took to be the letter J, which apparently stood for the initial letter of the Christian name, but the rest of the signature was burned and obliterated. At this moment something again re called to him the mysterious words which he had heard the night before the funeral, and he looked round for a possible interpretation of them. His eye roamed from one object to another, and his tongue repeated the words— "The spring at the back of the recess!" What recess? Where? He rose from his chair and took a sharp turn round the room, recess! What was meant by the re cess? he said, as though ad "Show He drew up his "Father, dressing some one present, me what you mean." chair and resumed his seat; but there that in his behavior which sug was gested one under the control of some mesmeric influence, or who walked in his sleep. Immediately in front of him, his eye rested upon a small door, his surprise, he now observed for the first time that the key was in the He turned it and saw papers To lock. within, tied up in bundles and en dorsed. Some were quite yellow with age, and some were more modern. He went to work deliberately until he had quite cleared the space, was not very large, but now that it v>as empty it formed a sort of He did not finish the word even in his own mind, but began to pass his fingers over the panel at the back, slowly backwards and forwards, an inch at a time. At last, something seemed to catch his nail—something which projected ever so slightly. He pressed it—the spring at the back of the recess—firmly. There was a little jarring sound, and the back of the partition fell forward, re vealing another compartment behind the first. This at first seemed to contain noth ing but a packet of old letters, tied round with a faded blue ribbon, were his mother's letters, written be fore her marriage, and treasured ever since. A bundle of old love letters. Was that all? No, there was something else, photograph, faded and yellow, like the letters. A photograph of a young man, in the dress, that now seemed old fashioned and ridiculous, of twen ty or thirty years ago. The features were hardly distinguishable, but on the back was written a name and a date—"James Ferrers, taken June, 1858." it They A CHAPTER XV. The New Client. Mr. John Sharp's offices were situ ated off the Strand. And at 11 o'clock one morning Mr. John Sharp was seated in his private room, expecting a visitor, or, as Mr. Sharp would have expressed it himself, a client. While waiting for the latter to put in an appearance, he whiled away the time with the morning paper. At the particular moment to which we refer, his attention was engaged by something in the top right hand corner of the outside sheet, which seemed to afford him a considerable amount of satisfaction. "It certainly does read well," he re marked to himself complacently. "I can't deny that, though I did draw it up myself. "I wonder," he continued, rasping his chin with his forefinger, "whether the gent who's made the appointment for 11 o'clock came from the advertisement, or whether he was recommended?" The advertisement referred to was as follows: "Sharp's Detective Agency. Swift, sure and secret. All inquiries con ducted with the greatest skill and dis cretion. Evidence obtained on any subject. All communications regard ed as strictly private and confidential. Mr. John Sharp promises to all those who honor him by seeking his aid the experience of twenty years and the secrecy of the confessional." Mr. John Sharp, as regarded his outward appearance, was somewhat of the weasel order. As he himself often said, "Sharp was his name and sharp was his nature." "My new client's late," he con tinued, looking at his watch. He opened a door of communication and put his head through. "Jennings!" "Yessir." "When the gentleman comes, don't forget to tell him that I'm engaged for the moment, but shall be at lib erty shortly; and mind you come in when you hear me bang the door, and ask if I am disengaged and can see the gentleman now." The faithful Jennings performed his duty to the letter. "I think," said Mr. Sharp, rising and referring to a memorandum, as the gentleman was ushered in, "that I have the pleasure of addressing Mr. Burritt? Will you be good enough to be seated." The visitor admitted that was his na m«, and look th« twit "Something I can do for you?" in quired Mr. Sharp, placing the tips of his fingers together Interrogatively. The new client, who had with him small leather bag, opened it, and produced three articles, which he placed upon the table before him. They consisted of a square, flat pack photograph and a ball from a a age, a revolver. "Suppose you begin from the begin ning and tell me all about it. I shall not Interrupt you," said Mr. Sharp, he opened the note-book and mois tened a stump of lead pencil with his ; t- tongue. He kept his word, though he made moments copious notes, and for some there was only the monotonous sound of the one voice, as the new client re capitulated all which had led to his seeking Mr. Sharp's assistance, and which have already been fully gone into. When he had finished, "I thought the name seemed familiar to me," said "To be sure, I remember circumstances the the other, ail the circumstances connected with And so you think you the sad affair, have hit upon the guilty party?" "1 am certain of it," was the deter "I believe I know his mined answer. name, and have proof in my mind that he committed the deed. What I want you to do is to trace him rather, put me on his own for me—or, _ track and let me run him down." "Phew!" whistled Mr. Sharp, softly, under his breath. "This is something quite out of the common, this is. Sup pose," he said, addressing the young "that we examine the evidence. man, This is the bullet, you say; and this a photograph you found among the deceased gentleman's papers. I inquire what this is?" laying his hand upon the other article. "That is the letter I spoke of, which made the appointment which my father kept, and was thus, indirectly, the cause of his death. It is partly destroyed; but enough remains to show that there was"—here he hesi tated for the first time—"something of the nature of a secret between Might them." Mr. Sharp ran his eye down the "Humph!" he remarked; page. "something vague and unsatisfactory. It certainly seems to hint at some thing of a suspicious nature between the two." "Don't make any mistake," put in Ted Burritt at this point; "whatever there may be of that nature does not —cannot apply to my father." "Probably not! Probably not! But you must allow a certain amount of ambiguity—of cutting both ways. If we could prove the knowledge of some nefarious—some"—here he referred to a sentence in the copy of the letter —"some criminal proceedings con cerning the writer on the part of the —er—the unfortunate gentleman who was shot.—something which lay be tween those two alone. Why, then, we should be able to see our way. Suppose there was a strong provoca tion. Suppose those two to be alone in a ifrst-class carriage. Suppose that a sudden quarrel arises between them; that the deceased, as I have just said, is provoked to utter threats as to what he may or may not do. Suppose the one threatened, who car ries a revolver, makes up his mind to silence him once for all by the means of a bullet through his brain." His client nodded. "Now," continued Mr. Sharp, "be fore proceeding farther, just let us come to an understanding as to what you want me to do?" "I want you," was the answer, "to trace this other from the time that he was last seen." "Very good," from Mr. Sharp. "And to trace his history back wards from that time." "And the party's name?" Ted handed him the photograph and showed him what was written on the back. "Very good, sir. I think we under stand each other. And you would wish me to begin my investiga tions-?" "At once!" There was a little discussion here about terms, expenses, etc., which, be ing satisfactorily arranged, the client rose and prepared to take his depar ture. "You will leave me this"—the de tective indicated the photograph— "and your copy of the letter?" Ted Burritt assented and replaced the other articles. "I shall make a point," said Mr. Sharp, "of going through the report of the inquest again to refresh my memory, and in case there should be any little fact that may have escaped yours. You have to prove"—checking the items off on his fingers—"First, that the man we want wrote that let ter; secondly, that he was the other passenger, and, thirdly, that he fired that shot." The answer was firm and concise! "I don't require you to prove the murder so much as to trace the man, and, when you have done so—leave him to me!" (To be continued.) Women Inventors. The United States hail granted 3,500 patents to women.