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-•++» ( i 1 1 f pj|| 10 / / / li) I 1 '■ / / ijl [ ! i // Qy IS l i \ Don't buy stoves, either range or heating, until you look my big store, worth your time if you her this. over I can make it remem John Botten, Everything In Hardware and Furniture. * i \M I 5 "H*» 4 .*+*■ «* ■>**■ ♦» «*■ * »♦ * / i incre is no Reason * . I P * * I J I» 'J m w 0 i t WHY you should not trade in roy. A *■ dollar will go just as far in Duthie's Store as in any other in town. I handle a greater variety of produce than any other man in town, paying cash or exchange. My Motto is "'Quick Sales on Small Margins." Call examine my groceries and dry goods. Duthie's Store. Don't forget the place. Jchanson's old stand. Highest market price paid for Butter and Eggs. Cruits bought and sold in their season. Î ! i * «* I ! I * ♦ i ♦ I 1 Chickens Taken it Trade, »»■» IW1« .<»■ ■4*1 .*■**■ «• .*+*• .*»• *»• - r —Get a Chatham Fanning Mill ! h « ft-»*' To clean your Grain, Timothy, Peas, Beans and other seed, nothing to drop in and see these machines. It will cost The Smith Implement Co. ( '• Uv€ ; ri Peed and Ss ■. Stable Finest \ urm splendid for transiei connections he city, •dations uiephone J- W. Jones Pr °p White Pine Barn, IRA DAY, Prop. i Will appreciate your business. Good teams, and prompt service. Teams left at this barn will re ceive careful attention. ivwwnww\w»MWW*mv| Hpatey 1 1 Doodle By Batchelor Bradner [ Copyright, 1006, by Ruby Doug£<u Hadley's borse was stepping slowly down the couutrj' road, with an occa slonal toss of hts high bred head when ever a familiar 'fly alighted on his glossy coat. The reins lay inertly in ihe young doctor's bands, for his mini was far afield. After a long silence be turaod to ttie girl beside him aril asked .la a voice that he «could not keep «quite steady: "Tour answer is final, then? QTou won ft marry me? And you—you don't love me?" ke added, with a helpless movement of his head. "Why, Eliza beth, I can't realize it; I really can ndf" And the bine »eyes be tunned on her were full of tears. \iid '"I—Edward." die 'began, "Edward, I ■can't bean- to hurt you, but"- ■her voice lost itself In a quick sob. The vofing man put a quivering band ■over the ones «be had lix-lsod in her lap. "Doutt cry, Bitte Bess.'" he said Slusklly. "It hurts mo terribly to see you. ff you can't love me, you can't, I suppose, and I'll have to 'bear it like many another .man. But I— well, I loved you so much that it didn't seen. possible that jn n could help liking me just u little " That' this humble, suffering man could be the same cold, unmoved per son who had,»only a short time since, with such 'reluctance and 111 concealed ... ,, , . , a dying old woman seemed »credible . ' . .. t. , , . . . , 1 to Elizabeth. But she -clung to hcr de . , , . twar , n „ , . stops, and as they were turning u : abrupt bem) In tbe roaJ half a mile ; Impatience. : Wift her for the bedside of ids ion to give him up, a course of nc tton made Imperative by the dictates -of her reason, so she answered hesl j'tatingiy : , can't." "I am so sorry. They Tttrte along In silence, the thor I oughbred moving with nearly noiseless . if" -'J * . » (L Mm ^ k \ /s \ f I S " «V * / % 14 i. 1/■ i 7 nur' : ■! fit S t ilK li|L i ■t'i w 1P w 1 . rfi a farther down u thin groan struck up from the tall wayside weeds. Hadley brought his horse to a standstill by a violent jerk "What's that?" he .asceU sharply. BXrKT.I) HIM WTTII A OBNTIÆSCS3 OP MOVE usatx WlliCU WAS A ItEVKUATION. "Listen"' Again the sound was repeated—a faint, piteous note of pain. "It's a baby," declared Elizabeth, trembling, ''and it's burt." Hadley was already poised between the wheels of the runabout and In an Instant was striding through tbe long grass, which he suddenly stooped to part. After an appreciable spice be straightened up and held out hand to Elizabeth, who had followed him, and the girl's fingers closed tightly over It as she leaned forward to peer Into the grass. "Oh, Ned, a puppy!" she exclaimed, gellef and fresh pity blending in her voice, for at their feet lay a poor little aiorsel of a dog. Ills little hi: ck nose was dry and bleached with pain, und the soft curly white of Ida hair, through which tbe skin showed faintly pink, was soiled by blood and dirt, and. saddest of all, one tiny hind leg lay shattered and limp In a pool of blood. "Some brute has run over him and chucked him In the gutter to die," Hadley said between his teeth. "I only wish I knew who It was " In a moment he stooped an !, s lipping his bauds under the little creature, raised U!m with a gentleness of move ment which was a revelation to Eliza beth and which filled her eyes with sudden tears. "I'll have to ask you to drive," said the doctor as he got In the runabout aftn her: "It would hurt cruelly to put atm dawn," Auif tuen as ue saw me anxious questioning of her eyes he an swered; "1 thtnk I can fix him up all right. Tire teg is badly broken, but he's so young I think It will mend quickly." He fell to watching the quivering heart bent against the tiny rll.s. The tip of a pale little tongue Just showed In the dry mouth, and a great brown ear fringed with black drooped listlessly against the white vUlslng throat. "Isn't be beautiful?" sighed the girl "H«w lihr a little hurt cMld he looks! WUnt does make people v a careless sud As she turned her head so cruel?" sorrowfully away her glance fell upon a small boy standing by the roadside. "Little iwy," she culled, stopping the horse, "do you know whose dog this i «?" A pair <iï stolid «yes were obediently focused tq>ou the .puppy. "Yep," be announced after a mo ntenJSs survey:; "that's Sammy Casey's Patsy Hoodie. N«; you can't find Sam my. HUn an'ibis maw moved to Platts vllTe «lay 'for' yestp'day. She's a widow woinna. Course they didn't take him— dorgs Is too easy got— au' they bad 'qongb to cart along 'Ithout Patsy Hoodie. Why, they bad three"— But. lacr 'Interest in -the Caseys' movements bavmg been satisfied, Elizabeth sudden i ^ touched the horse with the whip, 1 and in a moment they had left the dis cursive urchin for behind. ) Once (a Hadley's office the little dog j was deposited upon the table and his I broken leg bound up with deft and tender fingers. With the intelligence ■often vouchsafed tils kind. Patsy i.. „ , , . I** 0 " 11 « f,oe, 1 ,, | îd ™ utont to il> «J uit '- * ,m |* nd 1,1 the atmosphere of sy.u jipathy. So motionless was Ins attitude ! <h , ut th ^, th " u R llt h ™ H,c ^ lln K' bu ' ™" be, | h wUl.Ol-ow her hand '"V. J* .. 1<1U s , 1,1 ,eu | l 8 °^.n . , b r «a no-wii e\ es, std ]l bloodshot with pain, opened Immcdl : irtely with an anxious expression, and .. . .. , , ' , . the puppy lifted his droop ug ears In l,« u j r i,,g|y j "See, Bess; he misses your touch," said Hadley, dropping the towel with 1 which he was drying his hands. ! With.n murmur of tenderness, Eliza beth slipped her hand under the soft t] little head, and after a snuggling meut of the nose, which wag becoming , moist again, Patsy Doodle gave a little breathing of content and. closing his j; inovo beautiful eyes, fell asleep, like a tired child. When the office had been restored to Its former Immaculate order Hadley walked to tSe open window and stood looking moodily out upon tbe summer street, but when Elizabeth stirred in : her chair he turned quickly, for bis mind was centered only upon the oc cupants of the office. She beckoned him, and he came across at once, seat Ing himself on a corner of the table. For a moment neither spoke; then the girl lifted her face ami said In a [done flint thrilled her companion: "Ned, dear, I've done you a horrible (Injustice.''' Hadley leaned forward suddenly, "How?" he asked, with eager eyes. Elizabeth caught a fluttering breath. "You remember the night they brought yon the message that that old lady was dying and how you hated to go? Well, I thought your profession U:u\ made you cold and hard and unfeeling, as It has so many men, and after you had gone 1—I decided that I couldn't I love u man like that"— Her voice trailed off uncertainly. The doctor's eyes darkened. "That's another and the worst of the tricks that miserable old woman has played me!" ho declared hotly. "Sweetheart" —his eyes claimed her attention—"I j j knew there wasn't a thing on earth the matter with her when they sent for me. Some member of her family probably got up sufficient nerve to l ,ut lllt0 execution a long cherished plan or something of that sort. Shed , > , ' cn dying regularly for the last two whenever things didn't go to suit her. near separating ns!" He slipped his hand under the one In which the little And to think she came so dog's head lay. "I owe everything to the Intervention of Sammy Casey's Patsy Doodle," "Our Patsy Doodle," gently correct ed Elizabeth. j I The most laughable duel ever-fought" ! In France was that which took place In November, 187H, at Plessis -Piquet between Messrs. Gambetta and De FOUGHT IN A FOG. A Duel In Which Neither Principal Could See the Other. Fourton. Some heated words had pac ed be tween the two distinguished gentlemen In the chamber of deputies, for which, according to their Ideas of honor, noth ing could atone except a duel. Thu men met therefore on the field at tended by their seconds and the sur geons. A look over the field was enough to convince any one present that there would be no occasion for the doctors' duel required that It should be fought at thirty-five paces. Nor was the fog the only clrcum services. A thick November fog hung over the scene—so thick. Indeed, that one could hardly see his baud before his face. Tbe arrangements for the Mance that tended to place the com ««♦ " f H, ' h * ""'• h me way to the field M. do Fourton Is reported to have said; "M. Gambetta bas but one eye. and I am shortsighted, so the game will be about even." It was, of coarse, rendered still more "even" by the fog. Neither man could see the other, and the sole danger was to the seconds and the doctors. Almost miraculously the two bullets that were exchanged missed the per In attendance. Everybody's hon was satisfied and the whole party went home, ntfalr was as near to being a skirmish In the dark as anything he ever saw.— Philadelphia ledger. *MiS or Gambetta said that the THE NEGRITOS. Odd Marriage Ceremony of These Barbaroue Little People. Belonging as they do to the lowest type of civilization as yet discovered, tile Negritos of Malaysia and their ways are well worth studying. Simple, primitive, barbarous little people, their customs are those of prehistoric man. They have no fixed home or settle ments, but are wanderers over their mountainous Islands, sleeping under a banana leaf, living on herbs and ber ries and game. Their marriage ceremony Is a unique survival of early life, a few companions dance about the shelter of the desired girl. There Is n curious resemblance between the dances of the prospective bridegroom and those of many of the game birds of out woodland. Finally the girl, ac-, companlcd by her mother, starts to ward the dwelling of the young,men. They frequently stop, squatting In the trull while the ardent suitor and his companions continue their entreating and bewitching dunces, winding round and round the girl. Presents are gen erally demanded and must be given before the reluctant bride will pro ceed. Finally the women arrive near a steep bamboo platform. •shout pierces the air, and the bride groom, like n frenzied animal, tears through the Negritos assembled at the base of the platform, snatches the bride In bis arms and files up the in cline with his mate, where they sit during the wedding feast.—New York Herald. The suitor and A wild The Smell of the Dawn. Of all hours of the day there Is none like the early morning for downright good odors—the morning before eat ing. Fresh from sleep and unclogged with food a man's senses cut like knives. The whole world comes In upon him. A sllll morning Is best, for tbe mists and the moisture seem to re tain the odors which they have dis tilled through the night. Upon a breezy morning one Is likely to got a ringle predominant odor, as of clover i when the wind blows across a bayfield 1 or of apple blossoms when the wind I ! comes through the orchard, hut upon n perfectly still morning It Is wonderful how the odors arrange themselves In upright strata, so that one walking passes through them as from room to room iu a marvelous temple of fra grance.—American Magazine. THE GREEN SUN. It V/ss Noticed and Commented Upon by the Ancient Egyptians. The appearance of a green light at sunset was noticed and commented upon bv the ancient Egyptians and more particularly so because in the ) clear air of Egypt the tints of sunset are peculiarly distinct. As the sun there descends nearer and nearer to the horizon and Is Im mensely enlarged and flaming. It sud denly becomes for an Instant a bril liantly green color, and Immediately n Eerles cf green rays suffuses the sky In many directions, well nigh to the ze nith. The same phenomenon appears at sunrise, hut to a smaller extent. Some times. Just as the last part of the sun's disk vanishes, Its color changes from green to blue, and so also after It has j disappeared the sky near the horizon often Is green, while toward the zenith it Is blue. This was alluded to In Egyptian writings. Day was the emblem of life and night that of death, and the noc turnal sun, being identified with Osiris, thus rendered Osiris king of the dead. The setting sun was green; therefore j Osiris, as the nocturnal deity of the I dead, was painted green. The splendid ! coffins of the hielt pvle' ts of Ammon frequently depict the green sun. ami the funeral dcUlcs are all colored green. There are Innumerable Instances In the Egyptian relics of représentations relative to death being colored green The practice undoubtedly arose from the green tints of sunrise and sunset The green sun disk Is referred to 5.000 years ago In Egypt. This is the earli est known human record of an as tronouilcal phenomenon.— Washington Star. Great Laughers. The giant laughers have been men— Shakespeare and Rabelais. I do not regard Cervantes and Sterne as laugh ers. They are smllers. They are not Jolly roarers ami guffawers. They are not fat, rotund, Jovial hilarities. Thov are thin, lean, ironic smiles. A smile Is a diluted laugh. Sterne is a diluted Rabelais.—James Douglas in M. A. P.