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VETERAN OF THREE WARS.
A Pioneer of Colorado and Nebraska. Matthias Campbell, veteran of the civil war and two Indian wars, and a pioneer of Colo rado, now living at 218 East Nebraska Street, Blair, Neb., says: "I had such pains in my back for a long time that I could not turn in bed, and at times there was an almost total stoppage of the urine. My wife and I have both used Doan's Kidney Pills for what doc tors diagnosed as advanced kidney troubles, and both of us have been completely cured." Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a box. Foster-Mllburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. Warning in the Canebrake. Be good and still, you little bears, Don't play too far about. Or the Teddy Man will get you, If you don't watch out! DOCTORS ORGANIZE UNION. Toronto Physicians Fix Higher Scale of Prices. Toronto, Ont.—The doctors of this city west of Yonge street have formed a un:on under the name "No. 11 Ter ritorial Division of the College of Phy sicians and Surgeons." The objects of the organization are to improve the condition of the profession against quacks, establish minimum fees and amend lodge terms. The lowest fee for medical examination for fraternal societies has been fixed at ?2, while the minimum fee for minor operations has been fixed at $10, and that for major operations at $50. For a first visit to a patient $2 hereafter will be charged, and $1 for each subsequent visit, while the fee for night visits will be doubled, being fixed at $3. The charge for an office visit has been made $1, including prescription, while to give anesthetics $5 will be charged. Hard to Dawn. "Why is an old joke called a chest nut?" asked the very young man. "Because," answered the home grown philosopher, "even after it falls to the ground it takes root and springs up again." FREE TO OUR READERS. Write Murine Eye Remedy Co., Chi cago, for 48-page Illustrated Eye Book and if this paper is mentioned they will send you a Free Bottle Murine for Your Eyes. Write all about Your Eye Trouble and their Oculists will advise as to the proper Application of the Murine Eye Remedies in Your Special Case. 1'onr Druggist will tell you that Murine Cures Eyes. Makes Weak Eyes Strong. Doesn't Smart. Soothes Eye Pain. Aids those Wearing Glasses and Sells for 50c. Doing Her Best.. "You mean thing," said the one at bat, "you're just trying to throw that horrid ball where I can't hit It with the stick." But the pitcher pleaded that, though playing society baseball, she was still a woman. ITCHING RASH 18 YEAR8. Girl's Rash Spread and Grew Worso Under Specialist's Care—Perfect Cure by Cuticura Remedies. "When my daughter was a baby she had a breaking out behind the ears. The doctor said that she would out grow it, and it did get somewhat bet ter until she was about fifteen years old, and after that she could get noth ing that would drive it away. She was always applying something in the way ®f salves. It troubled her behind the knees, opposite the elbows, back of the neck and ears, under the chin, and then it got on the face. That was about three years ago. She took treat ment with a specialist and seemed to get worse all the time. We were then advised to try the Cuticura Remedies, and now I don't see any breaking out. M. Curley, 11-19 Sixteenth St, Bay City, Mich., May 20, 1906." The salt of the earth is not looking for a chance to lro into the open wounds of a neighbor. PATENTS. List or Patents Issued Last Week to Northwestern Inventors. Reported by Lothrop & Johnson, patent lawyers, 911 Pioneer Press building, St. Paul. Minn.: Peter A. Heiming, Kenyon, Minn., elevated car rier John WilUg, Harris, Minn., plow Grant E. Snyder, Cooperstown, N. D., feed-hopper Franklin Stout, Baltic, S. D., draft equalizer John W. Impeco ven, Kidder, S. D., vehicle-coupling Oscar Kneeland,' Lisbon, N. D„ car step Herman Gross, Webster, S. D., belt-guide. You cannot tell how high a man's piety is quoted by the number of pious quotations he makes. WE PAY TOP PRICES POK CREAM. Caah every day. Write for prices and tan. MILLER ft HOI-MF.S. St. Paul. Minn! Ask a truthful man for his opinion and the chances are that he will hand you something you don't want "OLD COUNTRY" CEYLON TEA worth a dollar a lb. sold (or 60c. Write Win. McMurray. St.Paul. Minn., for free aample- No heart is emptied of itB venom by pouring it out at the lips. SHIP YOVR CREAM to Crescent Creamery Co.. St. Paul. Minn. Write to-day for tans and orlcea. No man ever lost any time by put ting a curb on his temper. ••GOLD SEAL" OIL CLOTHING. Best made. If your dealer does not have the "Gold Seal" apply to Goodyear Rub ber Co.. St. Paul, Minn. It takes life's hard grinding to cut anything like an edge on our lives. HIGHER CREAM PRICES. Write ur to-day for particulars and tan. MILTON DAIRY CO.. St. Paul. Minn. Folks who sow radishes in religion always expect to pick watermelons. Fnir Dorothea, a goodly mayde, Prom Puritans descended, In kirtle, cap and kerchief prayed That famine sore be ended. Thougl: plump and fair albeit she kept, £he tired cf frugal living. So prayed she while the Elders slept, "Lord, send a true Thanksgiving." il'.o cunning less. She had no lack Of gown or ermine tippet. Of mettled palfrey's pinioned back, Or pretty fawning whippet. Hie r-ses in hor saucy cheeks Are not by famine shrunken, Ker wholesome appetite bespeaks The pies of quince or pumpkin. Before starting he left for his mother, who was just then acting as rick nurse to his father, this note of explanation: "Ned has gone to catch a turkey for Loo. It's necessary." His mother looked quickly into the wagon and glance at its usual place told her that her husband's breech-loading shotgun was gone. She looked where the horses were picketed and found one missing. Their only saddle and bridle were absent, too. The poor worried mother turned pale and cried a little, but never said a word of the missing boy to her sick husband, and succeeded in quieting the too curious Loo. But the morning passed slowly away and there was no sign of either Ned or the turkey. At early daybreak the lad had slipped from his nest of blankets on the ground beneath the wagon and struggled out with a determined heart He had come to the conclusion that this was one of the "necessary" occasions on which he was to be al lowed to leave the trail and prospect, as It were, on his own account. Loo was crying for a proper Thanksgiving dinner he would try to give it to her in some measure. His father could not eat that coarse food the white breast of a fat turkey would tempt hi3 appetite. There was no doubt this was a necessary occasion. Far off on the never-ending plain he rode on his freeh and willing horse, the gun resting, both barrels loaded, on the pommel before him. The chill of the morning air was speedily soft ened by the rays of a warm sun. The boy began to feel the real glory of the plains as the wind swept past him and the galloping hoofs of his horse made music in his ear. His checks flushed his uncut hair floated behind him his eyes shone, and he shouted with the novel delight. AAfiKSGIVING l«2l •r But he saw no turkeys. If he had known more he would have got up at night and "potted" them from their roosts in -the branches of the scanty tre'es—un sportsmanlike, but effective. Now they were far abroad feeding. Ned stopped shouting, but he did not halt in his pursuit. At length his eager eye noticed a flutter amongst a clump of tall dead sunflowers and his Wyoming learning taught him that these birds were feeding on the fallen sunflower seeds, but he did not want prairie chicken he wanted turkey. Once again he looked and there was a heavy flutter and movement among the tall sunflowers. They were turkeys—a big covey. Shaking with excitement the boy picketed his horse and crept on foot near the busy birds. He was afraid they would hear his heart thump and take fright, but still he got nearer and nearer with his finger on the trigger. Then an old wise gobbler got alarmed when Ned was within thirty yards and the covey started, half-running, half-flying in a great state of excitement. Ned flred almost blindly into the midst of them, both barrels. He saw something drop and ran to it. Turkey it was, a whopper, and something was flopping away among the sunflowers. Ned ran to that and killed it with a blow of his gun. Two! He sat down and laughed gleefully. Then he thoughtfully said: "Now, if only one could have been a big mince pie, Loo would have been happy." Lost. Speedily he fastened a bird on each side of his saddle, and mounted to go home. But that was easier said than done. His father had been right when he had warned him how easy it is to get lost on the plain. After half an hour's riding, and recognizing none of the ground he had galloped over in the morning, and after doubtfully studying where his shadow had been, Too High Now. "I want to elevate the stage," averred Hamlet Fatt. "You do, hey?" sneered Yorlck Hamm. "Why, oiMy last night you were declaring that you are over their beads as it is." Up to the Contract. "I understand that fake foand leader has promised to have a fine string or chestra at Easy's entertainment." "Oh, he'll keep the contract. He'll string 'em all right." But ah, her secret you have guessed, Sharp eyes her tricks discover For Mistress Dorothea is vexed To miss her soldier lover. Who, with Ills bullets, powder, match. In forests dense is living. That he the bounding roe may snatch To make their first Thanksgiving. Ah. Mistress Dorothea, your face In smiling beauty painted. Looks on me from a panel's space- By P. F. BLACK. Little Loo had declared that it and where it ought to be now, Ned, would not be Thanksgiving without a turkey and her brother had '"swiped," which means taken without leave, his father's gun and started out to get her one. It was not exactly the place for buying turkeys, as the family, with all their worldly possessions, were in the Indian Territory on their way to Texas, where Ned had an uncle with whem they expected to make their home till their worldly prospects im proved. Long, long, have you been sainted. Hay we, through centuries apart,. In peace and plenty living. Voice your petition of the heart, "Lord, send a true Thanksgiving." A Hard Won Turkey with a sinking heart, acknowledged he didn't know where he was. He rode to the highest point near him and saw nothing—nothing but rolling bluff and hollow. On and on he rode, until he was miserable. He forgot the glory of the two fat turkeys, and it was"now well on in the afternoon. At last he reached a higher bluff than any before, and from it he could see a succession of lower bluffs and then again a high one behind. He sat on his horse for some time and then rode toward the other big bluff, and so high it was he could not see its summit even from the hollows, with the other bluffs between. He rode along, slowly now. for his horse was not so fresh, and was in one of the hollows, when suddenly far in front of him there came to his ears a strange sound—the long, ringing notes of a Dimly the Boy Saw Something Had Happened and Heard the Indian Scream With Pain. I cavalry bugle. Ned stood In his stir rups to stare about, plunged all at once into a high state of excitement. But his horse: never had that patient and docile animal behaved in so extra ordinary a way before. It pricked up its ears and threw its head back, and Plunged. Again, across the plains. soun(led the bl»od burning bugle, and ell at once over the further bluff, came running men and the sun shone on the weapons in their hands. The bugle sounded yet again, and one of the men waived a sword, and so clear was his voice when he spoke the words that Ned distinctly heard them: "Commence firing!" Then there was a noisy cracking of many carbines, and the men came run ning forward, stopping every now and then to kneel and fire again. But Ned knew little more it was all he could do to hold onto his horse, who, with one prolonged neigh, had taken the bit in his teeth, and was charging, ap parently with the most joyous feel ings. toward the enticing bugle. Up one bluff and into the hollow, and up* another the unwilling boy was carried & His Misfortune. "Dear me, James, can't you put a little flow and sentiment In yonr style? You do write such, up and down love letters." "But, dearest, I can't help It. I learned to write by the vertical sys tem." Friends No Longer. Blox—I hear you have been visit ing friend* in the country." Knox—" You have^got It wrong. I was visiting relatives." directly toward those dangerous puffs of white smoke, the turkeys flopping by his sides, and at the top of the next bluff he nearly fell off hlB horse from Bheer fright. Coming to meet him, helter skelter, save who save can, came a band of Indians In full retreat, with bullets popping among them right and left. They were as startled as was Ned. His white face doubtless led them to believe that a party of white men were cutting them off. Without a shot they turned and fled right and left utterly scattered—save one, a huge man- with a huge war bon net. He was apparently mad with rage and came swooping down on Ned. The instinct of self-preservation, rath er than reason, made the lad raise his shotgun to his shoulder and fire, al though no bullet, but mere buckshot was in his cartridges. Dimly the boy saw something had happened and heard the Indian scream with pain, and again heard the commanding of ficer's voice shout: "Cease firing!" The Old Cavalry Horss. His horse swept on. throurh th lines of amazed soldiers, and at last, with every manifestation of delight, ranged quietly up behind the men. by the side of the horses, '.eft riderless in charge of a few soldiers, wjiose com rades had dismounted to fight on foot. Ned rolled off his apparently insane horse, and sat. with tiizzv head, seeing nothing clearly, until a tall man \v: a sabre stood In front of hi:n and looked sternly at the bc.v. "Who—on—earth are von?" ho said. "The idea of charging right into the teeth of our fire." "Please, sir," said Ned. very nvieh frightened at the lor'. of the h:c sr.bre. "I didn't mean t.i. Bal.'y ran away with me." The ofBcer broke into a smUo, and lifted the. boy to his feet, and she:Uhi\1 his sabre. "It's lucky von were r.ot killod,-" hs said. "Tell me how is ail canw nlwnt. Do you know you knocked an Indian off his pony that one of my men are bringing prisoner"" "Oh! Please, sir." cried Xid. twn ing white. "Is he killed? Oh! really I didn't mean to." "That's all right my boy. He was a mischiefmaker in his tribe, and you've ended our mission for us. A few wild young braves jumped the re serve. and we were chasing them back. Now. he's out of the way. the others will scatter home and be quiet. So you see you've earned all the honors cf the campaign." "The beggar's sound enough." said a bright young officer coming up. "He'll probably be blind, though. He got that wild shot full in the face." The, two officers turned to Ned then and questioned him. and with boyish innocence he told them all—about their bardships, his father's sickness, his mother's weariness and worry, and little Loo's desire for a Thanks giving turkey. As he concluded a smiling sergeant led up Ned's horse. "It's our old Baldy, sir," he said. "We had him when the troop was in Wyoming, and he was condemned and sold. Here's the U. C. brand on him yet. He ran, of course, when he heard the bugle, and ranged alongside like the veteran he is." The men crowded round the old troop horse with many jokes and caresses, but Ned looked at him in dis may. "My turkeys!" he cried. They were gone, thrown off in that wild*charge, and Ned broke down and burst into tears, thinking of poor dis appointed Loo. But the captain sent two horsemen over the way the boy had come, and they brought them back safely. So that was. all right and much more, for the young officer, who was a doctor, had some quinine in his saddlebags, and showed Ned the way home in triumph, and there he doc tored the boy's father and made him comfortable, so that they got home to Texas safely. The dinner that night was very fashionable, if the time they ate It counts for anything, for it was 9 o'clock before the turkey was cooked. "But," said Loo, cuddling gratefully against Ned, "it iSrguldn't, It couldn't, have been Thanksgiving day with only flapjacks. Could it, now?" Poor Loo. Thank Him. 4 For pasture lands folded with beauty. For plenty that burdened the vale, For the wealth of the teeming abund ance. And the promise too royal to fail. We lift to the Maker our anthems. But1 none the less cheerily come To thank Him for .bloom and fruition, And the happiness crowning the home. NED FIRED ALMOST BLINDLY INTO THE MID8T OF THEM. Live-Saving, Note. Jimson—"What became of that ""n who had twenty-seven medal sfor sav ing people from drowning?" Dock Worker—"He fell in one day when he had them all on, and the weight of 'em sunk him." Compelled to Go Home. "The saloons that were in the habit of remaining open all night will now close at midnight." "Guess I'll have to get a latchkey then." MnnV aiI,Ia?r h.e'8 Thanksgiving in the Cabin. The War Brought a "New Christmas" to the South. ev^gx, ISH yer new Christmas dat de white folks done fotcb ermung we-all aln' lak de ole Chrlsmu.- wuz. Hit's pooty good, howsumdever. 'Sides, de ole Chrismus aln' what'hit uster be." So said black Aunt Jule, as she sat dip ping the gravy from the corners of ft big pun ami pouring it back over the roasting turkey that she had drawn from the stove qven to see how it was getting along. 'Thanks-give-up,' dey calls hit," she continued. "1 'members mighty well de fas time we-all had dish yer new .Chris mus. Hit wuz right utter de waugh—do very nex" fall—wh.cn Marse Jeems brung yiV uia to he do mlstlss of de o.e Ovahton place. "Laws, warn't she pooty, O.o! hut's mo" she aln' ovnli dat yit. Doan seem lak she ever Rwlntor, eider. Dat's 'cause she so goo.l. I allers is hel' out dat ROOII niss en iventl'niss swinter (.o moiist OJS heap toads keepin' people pooty, w'en dey's bawn'd dat way. Kn Ise seed it mek de homeliss sorter pec pie look lak dere wuz angels in de.v eyes, sorter winkin' en twinken' good-nuchered at yer." It was in a cabin on the Overton plan tation. in middle Tennessee, beside the lanks or Duck river, and on the edge of the great lleld of a famous battle of the Civil war. There were places in the loss where boys had dug with their jack knives to get at the minnie-balls that had strayed that way. The chimney of the cabin—that is to say, several feet of it, at the top—was oi' brick, and .ooked in ieh newer than the stone part, at the lase. That top part had been carried away by a shot from one of Thomas' gun3 dur ing the light, and, several years after ward, it ad been repaired with brick. It was on Thanksgiving morning t:~at Aunt Jule was taiking and "basting" the turkey and on a stoo! near by the ancient mammy sat a falr-hnlred girl of seventeen whose eyes were so darkly brown that they were nearly black. The eyes twinkled' with pleasure, though her look was one of deov interest, too, as she listened and wr.tehed. She was the one daughter of "Marse John Jeems Ovahton," though she had a brother who was all Overton, tyid this' 1 Overton was older, by a" year or two, than his sister Zona. I-lc had inherited all the instincts of his Southern father, and she had received a division of father and mother, the latter having been a Chicago gh-1 of N'ew England ancestry. "Yo' brother Lee. he monstrous lak yo' pa w'on ee was size er Lee, en I lay he sin nick no ris' w'en he hit dish yer old turk right s]ang in de haid wid he rifle." From the open door Lee Overton sprang in. and. laughing, said: "15ut 1 didn't hit it. Mammy Jule. 'Twas Zena did it. She can outsoot me any day in the week." "G'long 'way. You ain come heah tellin' me Miss Zena ben out dar shoot in' tur keys?" "Yes. and what's more, I don't believe that a man among 'em ail would have got one if Zena hadn't missed a lot of them, just to give these poor folks a chance for a Thanksgiving turkey." "Who sot up dem turkeys?" queried the old black dame. "Why, mamma did, of course," replied Miss Zena, "and I knew she intended the turkeys should go to the poor fellows who were shooting for them, except this one, and I know she intended that for you." "Yes'em, but yo' ma ain done sot up no turkeys fur to be shot fur "No," Interjected Lee Overton. "Of course, she didn't set 'em up to be shot for, but I thought it would be more fun that way. so I worked that part of the affair, and I knew Zena would get one for you and any of the other fellows that couldn't shoot well enough. So they were Just as fairly divided and mother Is none the wiser, while we had a lot of fun. Be sides, that was the only way I could make Zena do her best shooting when occasion demanded." "Oo, oo!" ejaculated Aunt Jule, I'se mighty glad yo' ma doan know 'bout dls." "But she will know," said Miss Zena, "I am going to tell her. Brother drew me Into it in self-defense, or "Something just the same to you," said Lee. "Well, that will be all right. I've had the fun and your conscience is clear. Mother will frown a little, of course, and then they say it was like father. That settles everything for me." "I'se thankful, anyhow," Aunt Jule put in. "En dish yeah's er Thanks-give-um turkey. En dat 'minds me whut I gwinter say. Sedown dar in de cheer, young mar ster, whilst I tole you whut wuz jis /inrlnfAK fA!I ««M' alatnU gwinter tell yo' slstah.' •Is this a war story?" ungraciously the young scapegrace asked. •Brother! Ain't you ashamed?" "No, suh, dish yer aln' no waugh story. Hit's sense de waugh." "All right. Mammy Jule. I was only Joking. Go on.*' "Ez I wuz sayin': Wen yo' pa come back frum up yander, whar he wuz pris' ner, hit seems lak he waz mo' pris' ner den he wuz at Camp Dugem—er som pen. Whut yo' call dat place? He jes' pintedly kep" de railroad hot fum heah up norf, tel' one day he comes back fatchin' yo' ma. En one day—she ain' ben heah mo' den a monf. neider—wen she com mence talkin' to yo* pa "bout keenin' Thanks-give-um. En yo' pa, he up'en say, 'Wut's we got to be thankful fur" Ain' de souf all broke up? Ain' we done sulectrd to de'Yankees? Ain' de planta tion all toe to pieces? Look at dem ouaw tahs, all shot loost. Look at dat sto-k all runnei' off. Look et dat great bi~ oannon-ba.li hole thoo de ell er de house whut I jis' done got patch, 'lease yon.is oomin'.' En he runs on lak dat, till 1 thought he was 'stracted. "Den vo ma up en say, she did: 'En -you cam think er nuthin* 'tall to be thankful fur?' "Nuflin' 'tall,' he say. "Den she tuck him. by de arm. she did, en Bhe led him ovah to dat ereat Ion"* full- lengthf lookln-glass, she did. nn' w'lle .arm Pee.p,n £?n any Uncle Rastu8—Yls, sah, it am jis es Ise aald. Dere om nothln' fur me to be thankful fur. Parson Prosey—You're mlatak'n* Rastus. Now, last night I saw you coming out' of a hen house with a fine turkey. You should be thankful it wasn't the owner of that hen house who saw you. Pay Thy Vows. "Offer unto God thanksgiving, and pay thy vows unto the Most High."— Neither 8ort of a Bird. "I'm very thankful I'm not a tur key," simpered Miss Elder, as Mrs. 8maU's boarders gathered around the table. "And no one ever takes you for a spring chicken," replied Miss Flypp. Appreciated Kindness. "Cunnel Blossom am a puffec' gen' l'man. sah," said Uncle Snowball. "Ah." "Yes, sah. He nevah locks up Ms turkey house de night betoh Thanks tibtn', aah." out ,ak .. Aln yo got nuffln' to be thankful fur?" En he look down dar at 'er. en he 'low: 'Well. I do reckln' I'se mo' Itlnea yu$er m?" Qn 0 a pic'sher in en frame, she say, at dis footstool.- En he kiss 'er. he did, smack in de mouf. Den say 'Laws bress yo' sweet life! Cose I'se got mo'to be thank ful fur den all the yuther people In Tennessee, i'se got yo', en Thanks-give-um g068, "Whar-pun she say *1 wuz'n meanin' me. You Is In de glass, too. We'a mot bofe on us.' "Marster Jes' turn heself loose, he did, fum dat on. En Thanks-Kive-um ben de btgges* day on de plantation fum dat day to ds. W'en you all comes erlane— fus' you. Marse L«e. den you. Miss Zena—he Jes' go wile, he did. en he Thanks-Kive-um all ovah de neighborhood. En sense I'se ben too ole to ttav et de big house en 'ten yo' ma. dey sen's Thanks-give-um down heah to cabin, en you all wid it. Thank de Lawd." Cause for Thanka. an t0 du The Cat Out of the Bag. Little Harold—Mamma! Mamma—Yes, child. L. H.—Do yeu still think that if I ate some of that pie in the closet It would make me sick? Mamma—I certainly do, dear. L. H.—But it didn't. An Exception. She (gratefully)—Well, everybody haB something to be thankful for. He (casually)—Except the turkey Psalm 1, 14. Clever Scheme. "My new play is sufe to wiflVe a hit," said the popular actress. "It gives me an opportunity to «"«riar twenty new gowns." "My!" exclaimed her friend. "How many acts?" "Only four, but In one of them the scene Is at the dressmaker's." How Coud He Be? Gormandize resigned to "Was death?" "No, Indeed. He went off the day before Thanksgiving." §yruprngs *^Efoxir $Senna acts gently^yet prompt ly on the bowels, cleanses.: fne system ej|ectually assists one overcoming habitual constipation permanently. To get its beneficial effects buy tke genuine. lanujactured by the lloSifRUpCo. SOLD BTLEADING DRUGGISTS-50* p^BOTTlt Something to Regret. "Are you happier now that you own your own home?" asked the solicitous friend. "Of course," answered Mr. Meekton, "there is a proud satisfaction in hav ing my own place. But occasionally I can't help longing for the time when my wife kicked to the landlord for re pairs instead of coming to me." Importantto Mothers. 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 SO Years. The Kind You Have Always Bought. Inhuman Fellow. "Upon what grounds do you seek a divorce?" asked the lawyer whom she had just retained. "Nonsupport, cru elty, or "Both," she cried, tearfully "he would not support my passionate long ing for a diamond necklace, and if that isn't cruelty, I'd like to know." POCTORS IN GRAND JURY NET. Two indicted in Iowa for Conspiracy to Force an Independent Physi cian from a Surgical Case. Waverly, la.—The Bremner county gfand jury, which a few weeks ago Indicted fourteen members of the coun ty medical association, alleging viola tion of the anti-trust law, recently re ported additional indictments against Dr. W. A. Rohlf and Dr. O. L. Chaffee on the general ground of conspiracy.. Their alleged offense was of forcing an independent doctor from a surgi cal case, in which he as well as pne of the accused doctors had been em ployed, after he had refused to sign the union scale. They Like Evcitement. "Do the trusts really want a presi dent who would let them do exactly as they pleased?" "Naw. They wouldn't make no more money, and they'd have considerable less fun." A Rare Accomplishment. The fairy godmother looked after Cinderella approvingly, as she went off with her prince. "Concerning that slipper episode," she remarked to herself, "that girl is about the only mortal woman I know who could do the right thing and put her foot in it at the same time." Fishing From Car Windows. Passengers on Southern Paclfia overland trains are having rare sport trolling from car windows for fish in the Saltori sea and good catches have been made. About midway on the sea an arroyo extends back into the moun tains. The track crosses this on a trestle. The water is fifteen to twen ty-five feet deep, and it has become a custom of the dining car porter to throw scraps overboard from the ta bles there. Thousands of firch of all sizes lie in wait for the train and can be easily seen. A feVv days ago an irrepressible fish erman prepared his hook and line, and as the train slowly thundered over tha long trestle swung it far out over tha water. This the fish mistook for their customary meal, and a voracious carp, three feet long, seized the bait and was drawn aboard the Pullman. 8CH00L TEACHERS Also Have Things to Learn. "For many years I have used coffeo and refused to be convinced of its bad effect upon the human system," writes a veteran school teacher. "Ten years ago I was obliged to give up my much loved work in the public schools after years of continuous la bor. I had developed a well defined ease of chronic coffee poisoning. "The troubles were constipation, flutterlngs of the heart, a thumping in the top of my head and various parts of my body, twitching of my limbs, shaking of my head, and, at times after exertion, a general "gone" feeling with a toper's desire for very strong coffee. I was a nervous wreck for years. "A short, time ago friends came to visit us and they brought a package of PoBtum with them, and urged me to try it. I was prejudiced because some years ago I had drunk a cup of weak, tasteless stuff called Pestum which I did not like at all. "This time, however, my friend made the Postnm according to direc tions on the package, and it won me. Suddenly I found myself Improving In a most decided fashion. "The odor of boiling coffee no long er tempts me. I am so greatly bene fited by Postnm that if I continue to improve as I am now, I'll begin to think I have found the Fountain of Perpetual Youth. This Is no fancy letter but stubborn facts which I am glad to make known." Name given by Postum Co„ Battle Creek. Mich. Read the book, "The' tfoad to Welivllle," in pkgs. "There's a Rea son."