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DIRECTORY OF BRAYTON CHURCH Sunday services:— Preaching 10:45 a. m. Sunday School 12:00 m. Preaching 7:00p.m. JuniorSocioty3:00p.m. B. Y. P. U. mooting Friday evening, 7:30 p. Prayer mooting Wednesday evening, 7:30 p. m. Covenant mooting Wodnesday evening preced ing first Sunday in each month. C. M. WILCOX, Pastor. I. P. Rallock left for Atlantic last Tuesday noon. Mrs. Geo. Fitchtemier is ill these days with la grippe. Mrs. C. O. Brewer has been slightly ill this week. Juhl & Hansen shipped a car of stock to Omaha today. T. J. McGovern still continues to be sick with the grip. Emil Fries bought a good horse of John Klever last Saturday. Mrs. Dr. Koob went to Anita last Saturday to visit her relatives. John Jenkins and wife are both suffering with the grip this week. H. S. Wattles was an Exira visitor last week but returned here Saturday. Mrs. Chas. Bisom went to Des Moines last Monday to visit for a few days. John Norris went to Omaha last Monday evening to buy a car of cattle. Chris Hansen, Exira's coal dealer, was in Bray ton last Tuesday between trains. Joe Doner went to Audubon last Monday to transact business affairs in that vicinity. J. T. Jenkins was ill the first of the week but is now able to be around and attend to his business. Mr. John Norris moved to town the last of last week and now has a cozy place in L. F. Miller's house. Clyde Bowen was quite sick the latter part of last week but is im proving rapidly at this time. T. J. Essington returned from Omaha last Wednesday where he has been transacting business affairs. Nels J. Boose was attending to business affairs in Atlantic last Fri day but returned home on Saturday. May Honnell who has been teach ing the Eli Hansen school house left last Friday for her home atGriswold. Jas. K. Johnson of Exira, was in Brayton last Tuesday the guest of his friend, Win. Cletnensen, the barber of this place. Itev. Means of Atlantic, will preach at the Baptist church next Sunday morning and evening. All are cordially invited. Owen F. Tde shipped a fine short horn bull to t'ontanelle last.Thursday to a purchaser knowing good stock raisers are getting a state reputation. Floyd Green we understand was seriously sick last week and under the doctor's care, but the first of this 4 week was so improved as to go to Lorah. Loss of Flesh When you can't cat break fast, take Scott's Emulsion. When you can't eat bread and butter, take Scott's Emulsion. When you have been living on a milk diet and want something a little more nourishing, take Scott's Emulsion. To get fat you must eat fat. Scott's Emulsion is a great fattener, a great strength giver. Those who have lost flesh want to increase all body tissues, not only fat. Scott's Emulsion increases them all, bone, flesh, blood and nerve. For invalids, for cor. vaiescents, for consumptives, for weak children, for all who need flssh, Scott's Emulsion is a rich and com fortable food, and a natural tonic. Scott's Emulsion for bone, flesh, blood and nerve. We will send you a free sample. Be sure that this picture ir. the form of a label is on the wrapper of every bottle of Emulsion you buy. SCOTT & BOWNE, CHEMISTS, 409 Pearl St, N. Y. 50c. and $11 all druggists. Braytorv and Frank Nelson the agent here, left Tuesday for Atlantic to transact some business at that place. He returned Wednesday. Horace Bartlett attend ed to duties in the depot during his absence. Mrs. Bird Benson left last Thurs day for Anita to visit there for a few days with relatives. She will then depart for Nebraska where her hus band went some time ago and where they will make their future home. Having sold our stock ot goods we desire that all persons owing us call and cc ettle their accounts before March loth, 1903. Goods sold at greatly reduced prices until said date. JENKINS & VAIL. Marinus Jensen who works for Nels Sorenson here in the lumber yard and who went to Harlan the first of last week returned to his duties last Saturday. During his ab sence his brother Chris helped with the lumber. Hans Hansen who is to take possession of the Jenkins & Vail store the 15th of this month, moved his household goods into the Del Heath house on Monday and Tuesday and now all are comfortably located in their new home. Wm. Pratt living out near High land church and his cousin Chas. Wait of Illinois are visiting their many friends in Brayton this week. Mr. Wait was formerly a resident of this vicinity and will be remembered by the people here. Carl Daul of Monona county came Thursday and together with S. P. Bertlesen moved their goods and implements onto the place recently vacated by Chris Christensen. They will farm together this summer and keep bachelor's hall. Lee McAninch and Otto Born of Exira were in town last Monday talking baseball to the enthusiasts of this vicinity concerning the out looks for the coming season. Bray ton expects to put great energy into base ball this year and will no doubt have a team among teams. J. C. Hardnian sold horses last week to Oscar Wheeler, who got a large bay mare, Chris Larsen of Elk horn, who purchased a bay gelding and Ira Bowen brown gelding. Mr! llardman seems to be getting "quite a reputation in the horse line, and handles some very good ones. Nels Boos and family were given a farewell party last Monday evening and on Tuesday packed their goods and at noon lett for Atlantic where Nels goes to work for Levi Downs in his department store in that city. Nels has been in this town a long time and his pleasant smile and ac° commodating manner will be missed by the many people of this place. A surprise dance was given iast Wednesday evening in honor of Chris Christensen who left last Tuesday for Michigan. A fine dance was enjoyed by the many friends present and then all partook of an elegant supper pre pared by Mrs. Christensen. All then repaired to their homes after wishing Mr. and Mrs. Christensen happiness and prosperity in their northern home. The revival meetings which have been held here for the past tew weeks closed last Monday evening. About fifteen persons went forward and con fessed their sins and Mr. Yule was given about 6G0 for his good work. Mr. ule left Monday for his home at Cumberland and on Tuesday Mr. Mountain departed after he had re ceived many compliments upon his fine voice and wish him future success. Word has been received from Madi son, Minnesota, that as Henry Pear son and family were traveling to their home at that place, Mr. Pear son became seriously ill and they were forced to lay over at Watertown North Dakota, for twenty four hours but are now safely located in their future home, with Mr. Pearson's health improving rapidly, and il is hoped by the people here that he may be completely cured ere many days pass by. Chris Christensen and family and John Klever and family departed last Tuesday on the noon train for their new home in Michigan where they will commence farming. Their many friends had assembled at the depot preparatory to their leaving and when the train was ready for them to start they were showered with good bye's and the well wishes of the people who respected them and now when they are located com fortably in their Michigan home the)' will think of the good people in and around Brayton who honored and treated them so kindly. For Kent. Two large rooms in Brayton suit able for implement or other business. Apply Bank of Braytou, Brayton, la. Obituary. Mrs. Edna Viola Lamar, daugh ter of Mr. and Mrs. Isaac Shirey, who has been ill for some time, passed from the cares of this earth to her celestial home beyond, on March 3rd, 1903. She was born March 9th, 1881, in Audubon county, and was united in marriage less than a year ago on May 3, 1902, to W. G. Lamar, of Red Oak, Iowa, and has always proved a valuable helpmate to her com panion of one short year. 11 fir fi The funeral services were con ducted by Rev. Whitaker, pastor of the Christian church at Exira, at the Oakfield school house on March 5th. The remains were laid to rest in the Oakfield cemetery near the scenes of her early childhood. Mrs. Lamar was a member of the Christian church for a number of years and has always been a tire less worker tor the good of the same. The deceased leaves to mourn her death, a husband and infant child, father, mother, three brothers and four sisters, who have the heartfelt sympathy of the entire community in their sad bereavement. We kindly thank our neighbors and friends in caring' for our loved one. Mk». AND MRS. ISAAC SUIKKY AND FAMILY. BLACKROCK. [Continued from page 4 out itattray ignored him. "I'll tell you, boys," said Graeme. "I want you to know anyway why I believe what I do." Then be told them the story of old man Nelson, from the old coast days, before I knew him, to the end. lie told the story well. The stern fight and the victory of the life and the self sacrifice and the pathos of the death appealed to these men, who loved light and could understand sacrifice. "That's why I believe in Jesus Christ, and that's why I think It a crime to fling his name about." "I wish to heaven I could say that," said Beetles. "Keep wishing hard enough, and it will come to you," said Graeme. "Look here, old chap," said Rattray. "You're quite right about this. I'm willing to own up. Wig is correct. I know a few at least of that stamp, but most of those who go in for that sort of thing are not much account." "For ten years, Rattray," said Graeme In a downright matter of fact way, "you and I have tried this sort of thing," tapping a bottle, "and we got out of it all there is to be got, paid well for It, too. and, faugh, you know it's not good enough, and the more you go in for it the more you curse your self. So I have quit this, and I am going in for the other." "What Going in for preaching?" "Not much—railroading, money in it —and lending a hand to fellows on the rocks." "I say, don't you want a center for ward?" said big Baruey in his deep voice. "Every man must play his game In his place, old chap. I'd like to see you tackle it, though, right well," said Graeme earnestly. And so lie did In the after years, and good tackling it was. But that is an other story. "But, I say, Graeme," persisted Bee tles, "about this business—do you mean to say you go the whole thing—Jonah, you know, and the rest of it?" Graeme hesitated, then said: "I haven't much of a creed, Beetles don't really know how much I believe. But"—by this time he was standing— "I do know that good is good, and bad is had, and good and bad are not the same, and I know a man's a fool to fol low the one and a wise man to follow the other, and," lowering his voice, "I believe God is at the back of a man who wants to get done with bad. I've tried all that folly," sweeping his hand over the glasses and bottles, "and all that goes with it, and I've done with It" "I'll go you that far," roared big Bar ney, following his old captain as of yore. "Good man," said Graeme, striking hands with him. "rut me down," said little Wig cheer fully. Then I took up the word, for there rose before me the scene in the league saloon, and I saw the beautiful face with the deep, shining eyes, and I was speaking for her again. I told them of Craig and his fight for these men's lives. I told them, too, of how I had been too indolent to begin. "But," 1 said, "I am going this far from tonight." And I swept the bottles into the cham pagne tub. "I say," said Polly Lindsay, coming up in his old style, slow, but sure, "let's ull go in, say, for five years." And so we did. We didn't sign axiy thing, but every man shook hands with Graeme. And as I told Craig about this a year later, when he was on his way back from his old land trip to join Graeme in the mountains, he threw up his head in the old way and said: "It was well done. It must have been worth see ing. Old man Nelson's work is not done yet. Tell me again." And he made me go over the whole scene, with all the details put in. But when I told Mrs. Mavor after two years had gone she only said, "Old things are passed away all things are become new," but the light glowed in her eyes till I could not see their color. But all that, too, is another story. CHAPTER XV. COMING TO THEIR OWN'. A MAN with a conscience is of I ten provoking, sometimes im possible. Persuasion is lost upon him. lie will not get angry, and he looks at one with such a faraway expression in his face that in striving to persuade him one feels earthly and even fiendish. At least this was my experience with Cralf He spent a week with me just before he sailed for the old land for tile pur pose, as he said, of getting some of the coal dust and other grime out of him. He made me angry the last night of his stay and all the more that he re mained quite sweetly unmoved. It was a strategic mistake of mine to tell him how Nelson came home to us and how Graeme stood up before the var sity chaps at my supper and made his confession and confused Rattray's easy Btepplng profanity and started bis own five year league, for all this stirred in Craig the hero, and he was ready for all ports of heroic nonsense, as I called it. We talked of everything but the one thing, and about that we said not a word till, bending low to poke my fire and to hide my face, I plunged: "You will see her, of course?" lie made no pretense of not under standing, but answered: "Of course." "There's really no sense in her stay ing over there," I suggested. "And yet she is a wise woman," he said, as if carefully considering the question. "Heaps of landlords never see their tenants, and they are none the worse." "The landlords?" "No, the tenants." "Probably, having such landlords." "And, as for the old lady, there muist be some one in the connection to whom It would be a godsend to care for her." "Now, Connor," he said quietly, "don't. We have gone over all there is to be said. Nothing new has come. Don't turn it all up again." Then I played the heathen and raged, as Graeme would have said, till Craig smiled a little wearily and said: "You exhaust yourself, old chap. Have a pipe—do." And after a pause he added In his own way: "What would you have? The path lies straight from my feet. Should I quit it? I could not so disappoint you—and all of them." And I knew he was thinking of Graeme and the lads in the mountains ho had taught to be true men. It did not help my rage, but it checked my speech, so I smoked in silence till he was moved to say: "And after all, you know, old chap, there are great compensations for all losses, but for the loss of a good con science toward God what can make upj" uut, all the same, 1 hoped for some better result from his visit to Britain. It seemed to me that something must turn up to change such an unbearable situation. The year passed, however, and when I looked into Craig's face again I knew that nothing had been changed and that he had come back to take up again his life alone, more resolutely hopeful than ever. But the year had left its mark upon him too. lie was a broader and deep er man. He had been living and think, ing with men of larger Ideas and rich er culture, and he was far too quick in sympathy with life to remain un touched by his surroundings. lie was more tolerant of opinions other than his own, but more unrelenting in his fidelity to conscience and more impa tient of half heartedness and self in dulgence. lie was full of reverence for the great scholars and the great leaders of men he had come to know. "Great, noble fellows they are and extraordinarily modest," ho said—"that is, the really great are modest. There are plenty of the other sort, neither great nor modest. And the books to be read! I am quite hopeless about my reading. It gave me a queer sensa tion to shake hands with a man who had written a great book. To hear him make commonplace remarks, to witness a faltering in knowledge—one expects these men to know everything —and to experience respectful kindness at his hands!" ~wnattr tne younger men?" I asked. "Bright keen, generous fellows—in things theoretical omniscient, but iD things practical quite helpless. They toss about great ideas as the miners lumps of coal. They can call them by their book names easily enough, but I often wonder whether they could put them into English. Some of them I coveted for the mountains, men with clear heads and big hearts and built after Sandy McNaughton's model. It does seem a sinful waste of God's good human stuff to see these fellows potter away their lives among theories, living and dead, and end up by producing a book. They are all either making or going to make a book. A good thing we haven't to read them. But here aud there among them is some quiet chap who will make a book that men will tuiable over each other to read." Then we paused and looked at each other. "Well?" I said. He understood me. "Yes," he answered slowly, "doing great Work. Every one worships her Just as we do, and she is making them all do something worth while, as she used to make us." He spoke cheerfully and readily, as if he were repeating a lesson well learn ed, but he could not humbug me. I felt the heartache in the cheerful tone. "Tell me about her," 1 said, for I knew that if he would talk it would do him good, and talk he did, often forget ting me, till, as 1 listened, I found my self looking again into the fathomless eyes and hearing again the heart searching voice. I saw her go in and out of the little red tiled cottages and down the narrow back lanes of the vil lage 1 heard her voice in a sweet, low song by the bed of a dying child or pouring forth floods of music in the great new hall of the factory town near by, but I could not sae. though he tried to show me, the stately, gra cious lady receiving the country folk in her home. He did not linger over that scene, but went back agaiu to the gate cottage.- where she had taken liiiu one day to see Billy Itreen's mother. "I found the old woman knew all about me," he saiil simply enough, "but there were many tilings about Billy she had never heard, and I was glad to put her right on some points, though Mrs. Mavor would not hear it." He silt silent for a little, looking into the coals, then went on in a soft, quiet voice: "It brought back the mountains and the old days to hear again Billy's tones In his mother's voice and to see her sitting thero tn the very dress she wore the night of the league, you remember —Bouio soft stuff with black lac* about ad to hear her sing as she did for .iy. Ah! Ah!" Ilis voice unexpectedly broke, but !n a moment he was master of himself and begged me to forgive his weak ness. I am afraid I said words that should not be said, a thing I never do except when suddenly and utterly up set. "I am getting selfish and weak," ho said. "I must get to work. I am glad to get to work. There is much to do, and it is worth while, if only to keep one from getting useless and lazy." "L'seless and lazy!" I said to myself, thinking of my life beside his aud try ing to get command of my voice, so as not to make quite a fool of myself, and for many a day those words goad ed me to work and to the exercise of some mild self denial. But. more than all else, after Craig had gone back to the mountains Graeme's letters from the railway construction camp stirred one to do unpleasant duty long post poned and rendered uncomfortable my hours of most luxurious ease. Many of the old gang were with him, both of lumbermen and miners, and Craig was their minister, and tho letters told of how he labored by day and by night along the line of construction, carry ing his tent and kit with him, preach ing straight sermons, watching by sick men, writing their letters and winning their hearts, making strong their lives and helping them to die well when their hour came. One day these letters proved too much for me, and I packed away my paints and brushes and made my vow unto the Lord that I would be "useless and lazy" no longer, but would do something with myself. In consequence I found myself within three weeks walking the London hospitals, finishing my course, that I might join that band of men who were doing something with life or, if throwing it away, were not losing It for nothing. I had finished being a fool, I hoped, at least a fool of the useless and luxurious kind. The letter that came from Graeme in reply to my request for a position on his stall was characteristic of the man, both new and old, full of gayest humor and of most earnest welcome to the work. Mrs. Mavor's reply was like herself: knew you would not long be content with the making of pictures, which the world does not really need, and would join your friends in tho dear west, making lives that the world needs so sorely. But her last words touched me strangely: irux De sure TO ne tlianKful every day for your privilege. It will be good to think of you all, with the glorious moun tains about you and Christ's own work in your hands. Ah, how wa would like to choose our work and the place in which to do it! The longing did not appear in the words, but I needed no words to tell me how deep and how constant it was, and I take some credit to myself that in my reply I gave her no bidding to join our band, but rather praised the work she was doing in her place, tell ing her how I had heard of it from Craig. rne-summcr round me religiously clu ing Paris and Vienna, gaining a more perfect acquaintance with the extent and variety of my own ignorance, and so fully occupied in this interesting and wholesome occupation that I fell out with all my correspondents, with the result of weeks of silence between us. Two letters among tho heap waiting on my table in London made my heart beat quick, but with how different feel ings, one from Graeme telling me that Craig had beeu very ill and that he was to take him home as soou as he could be moved. Mrs. Mavor's letter told me of the death of the old lady, who had been her care for the past two years, and of her intention to spend some months in her old home in Edinburgh, and this letter it is that ac counts for my presence in a miserable, dingy, dirty little hall running off a close in the historic Cowgate, redolent of the glories of the splendid past and of the various odors of the evil smell ing present. I was there to hear Mrs. Mavor sing to the crowd of gamins that thronged the closes in the neigh borhood and that had beeu gathered into a club by "a line leddie frae the west end" for the love of Christ and his lost. This was an "at home" night, and the mothers and fathers, sisters and brothers, of all ages and sizes, were present. Of all the sad faces I had ever seen those mothers carried the saddest and most woe stricken. "Heaven pity us!" I found myself say ing. "Is this the beautiful, the cul tured, the heaven exalted city of Edin burgh? Will it not for this be cast down into hell some day if it repent not of its closes and their dens of de filement? Oh, the utter weariness, the dazed hopelessness, of the ghastly faces! Do not tho kindly, geutle churchgoing folk of the crescents aud the gardens see them in their dreams, or are their dreams too heavenly for these ghastly faces to appear? I cannot recall the programme of the evening, but in my memory gallery is a vivid picture of that face, sweet, sad, beautiful, alight with the deep glow of her eyes, as she stood and sang to that dingy crowd. As 1 sat upon the window ledge listening to the voice with its flowing song my thoughts were far away, and 1 was looking down once more upon the eager, coal grimed faces in tho rude little church in Black Rock. I was brought back to find my self swallowing hard by au audible whisper from a wee lassie to her moth er: "Mither! See till yon man. He's greetiti'." When I came to myself, she was singing "The Land o' the Leal." the Scotch "Jerusalem, the Golden." im mortal, perfect. It needed experience of the hunger haunted Cowgate closes, chill with the black mist of an eastern haar, to feel the full bliss of the vision of the words: "There's nae sorrow there, Jean There's neither cauld nor care, Jean The day is aye fair in The Land o' the Leal." A land of fair, warm days, untouched *L by sorrow and care, would be "heaven indeed to the dwellers of the Cowgattt. The rest of that evening is hazy enough to me now till I find myselt opposite Mrs. Mavor at her fire, read* Ixvj Graeme's letter. Then all is vivid again. I could not keep the truth from her. I knew it would be folly to try. So I read straight on till I came to the words: "lie has had mountain fever, whatever that may be, and he will not pull up again. If I can, I shall take him home to my mother," when she suddenly stretched out her hand, say ing, "Oh, let me read!" aud I gave her the letter. In a minute she had read it and began almost breathlessly: "Listen. My life is much changedL My mother-in-law is gone. She needs me no longer. My solicitor tells the, too, that, owing to unfortunate invest ments, there is need of money, so great need that it is possible that ei ther the estates or the works must go. My cousin has his all in the works— iron works, you know. It would be wrong to have him suffer. I shall give up the estates. That is best" She paused. "And come with me!" I cried. "When do you sail?" "Next week," I answered eagerly. She looked at me a few momenta, and into her eyes there came a light soft and tender as she said: "I shall go with you." And so she did, and no old Roman In all the glory of a triumph carried a prouder heart than I as I bore her and her little one from the train to Graeme's carriage, crying: "I've got her!" But his was the better sense, for he stood waving his hat and shouting, "He's all right!" at which Mrs. Mavor grew white, but when she shook hands with him the red was in her cheek again. "It was the cable did it," went on Graeme. "Connor's a great doctor. His first case will make him famous. Good prescription—after mountain fe ver try a cablegram!" And the red grew deeper in the beau tiful face beside us. Never did the country look so love ly. The woods were in their gayest autumn dress the brown fields were bathed in a purple haze the air was sweet and fresh with a suspicion of the coming frosts of winter. But in spite of all the road seemed long, and it was as if hours had gone before our eyes fell upon the white manse stand ing among the golden leaves. "Let them go!" I cried as Graeme paused to take in the view, and down the sloping dusty road we flew on the dead run. "Reminds one a little of Abe's curves." said Graeme as we drew up at the gate, but I answered him not, for 1 was introducing to each other the best two women In the world. As I was about to rush into the house Graeme seized me by the collar, say ing: "Hold on, Connor! You forget your place. You're next." "Why, certainly!" 1 cried, thankfully enough. "What an ass I am!" "Quite true," said Graeme solemnly. "Where is he?" I asked. "At this present moment?" he asked In a shocked voice. "Why, Connor, you surprise me!" "Oh, I see!" "Yes," he went on gravely "you may trust my mother to be discreetly at tending to her domestic duues. She is a great woman, my mother." I had no doubt of it, for at that mo ment she came out to us with little Marjorie in her arms. "You have shown Mrs. Mavor to her room, mother, I hope," said Graeme, but she only smiled and said: "Run away with your horses, you sil ly boy!" at which he solemnly shook his head. "Ah, mother, you are deep. Who would have thought it of you?" That evening the manse overflowed with joy, and the days that followed were like dreams set to sweet music. But for sheer wild delight nothing in my memory can quite come up to tho demonstration organized by Graeme, with assistance from Nixon, Shaw, Sandy, Abe, Geordie and Baptiste, in honor of the arrival in camp of Mr. and Mrs. Craig, and in my opinion it added something to the occasion that after all the cheers for Mr. and Mrs. Craig had died away and after all the hats hadf come down Baptiste, who had never taken, his eyes from that radiant face, should suddenly have swept the crowd into a perfect storm of cheers by ex citedly seizing his toque aud calling out In his shrill voice: "By gar! Tree cheer for Mrs. Mavor!" And for many a day the men of Black Rock would easily fall into the old and well loved name, but up and down the line of construction, in all the camps beyond the Great Divide, the new name became as dear as the old had ever been in Black Rock. Those old wild days are long since gone into the dim distance of the past. They will not come agaiu, for we have fallen into quiet times. But often in my quietest hours I felt my heart pause 'iu its beat to hear again that strong, clear voice, like the sound of a trumpet, bidding us to be men, and 1 think of them all—Graeme, their chief Sandy, Baptiste. Geordie, Abe, the Campbells, Nixon, Shaw, all stronger, better, for their knowing of him. and then I think of Billy asleep under the pines and of old man Nelson with the long grass waving over him in the quiet churchyard, and all my nonsense leaves me, and I bless the Lord for all his benefits, but chiefly for the day I met the missionary of Black Rock in the lumber camp among the Selkirks. THE END. Happy Thonglii. Photographer—Now, I want you to look as if you were not having your picture taken. Customer—Then you'd better give me back the deposit I made in advance^ Life.