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THE WORLD SET FREE
Europe Armageddon and
the Last War
CHAPTER XVII.
Will Kill Me."
TH"FowlemtdPaian,
E secon optM'utiou upon Mar
cus* emu was pel tunned at
the new station toi Mirmeal
work a hiuh iu the Hi-
malayas alnne the Sutlej goige where
it comes clou out of Tibet
It is a place of such vwlduess aud
beauty as no other scenerj in the
woilU aftords The jii.mite terrace
Inch runs round the tour sides of the
low block of laboratories looks out iu
e\erj direction upon mountains Far
below in the hidden depths, of a shad
owj blue cleft the rner pours down in
Its tumultuous, passage to the swarm
ing plains of India Xo sound of its
roaring haste conies up to those sereni
ties Beyond that blue gulf, iu which
whole forests of giant deodars seem no
more than small patches ot moss, rise
vast precipices of many colored rock,
fretted above, lined by snowfalls and
jagged into pinnacles. These are the
northward wall of a towering wilder
ness of ice and suow which clambers
southward, higher and wilder and
vaster to the culminating summits of
our globe, to Duaulagiii and Everest.
Here aie cliffs ot whu no other laud
can show the like and deep h.isms in
which Mont Blanc might be plunged
and hidden Ileie are ieehelds as big
as inland seas, on which the tumbled
bowlders He so thickh that strange
little flowers can bloom among them
under the untempered sunshine To
the northward and blocking out auv
vision of the uplands of Tibet rises
that citadel of porcelain, that Gothic
pile, the Lio Poigjul—walls, towers
and peaks—a clear 12.000 feet of vein
ed and splmteied rock above the river.
And beyond it aud eastwaid and west
waid rise peaks behind peaks against
the daik blue Him.ilajau sky. Far
awaj below to the south the clouds of
the Indian rains pile up abiuptlj and
are stajed by an invisible hand.
Hither it was that, with a dream
like swittness, Kareniu Hew high over
the irrigations ot Bajputana aud the
towets and cupolas ot the ultimate
Delhi, and the little group ot buildings,
tubeit the southward wall diopped
neaily 500 feet, seemed to him as he
soared down to it like a toy lost among
these mountain wildernesses. No road
came up to this place It was reached
only by flight.
His pilot descended to the great
courtyard, and Karenin. assisted by
bis secretary, clambered dowu thiough
the wing tabiic and made his way
to the officials who came out to receive
him.
In this place, beyond infections and
noise and any distraction, surgery had
made for itself a house of research
and a healing fastness The building
Itself would have seemed \eiy wonder
ful 10 ejes accustomed to the flimsy
architecture of an age wrheu power
was precious, it was made ot granite,
already a little toughened on the out
side by frost, but polished within and
of a tremendous solidity. Aud iu a
honeycomb ot subtly lit apartments
were the spotless research benches.
the operating tables, the instruments
of brass and fine glass and platinum
and gold. Men and women came fioin
all parts of the world foi study or ex
perimental research They wore a
common uniform of white and ate at
long tables together, but the patients
lived in an upper part of the buildings
and were cared for by nurses and skill
ed attendants.
The first man to greet Karenin was
Ciana, the scientific director of the in
stitution. Beside him was Rachael
Borken. the chief organizer "You are
tired?" she asked, and old Karenin
shook his head "Cramped," he said.
"1 have wanted to visit such a place
as this."
He spoke as if he bad no other busi
ness with them.
There was a little pause.
"How many scientific people have
yon got here now?" he asked.
"Just 392," said Rachel Borken.
"And the patients and attendants,
and so on?"
"Two thousand and thirty"
"I shall be a patient." said Karenin
"1 shall have to be a patient But I
should like to see things first. Pres
ently I will be a patient."
"You will come to my rooms?" sug
gested Ciana.
"And then 1 must talk to this doctor
of yours." said Karenin "But 1 would
like to see a bit ot this place and talk
to some of your people before it comes
to that."
He winced and moved forward.
"1 have left most of my work In
order." be said
"You have been working hard up to
now?" asked Rachel Borken.
"Yes. And now 1 ha\e uothing more
to do—and it seems strange. And it's
a bother, this illness, and having to
come down to oneself This doorway
and that row of windows Is well
done the gray granite and just the
line of gold and then those mountains
beyond through that arch. It's very
well done."
Karenin lay on the bed with a soft
white rug about him. and Fowler, who
was to be his surgeon, sat on the edge
of the bed and talked to him. An
assistant was seated quietly in tbe
shadow behind the bed. The examina
tion had been made and Karenin knew
what was before him. He was tired,
but serene.
"So I shall die," he said, "unless you
operate?"
Fowler assented.
"And then." said Karenin. smiling,
"probably 1 shall die."
"Not certainly."
"Even if 1 do not die. shall 1 be able
to work?"
"There is ju«t a chance."
"So firstly 1 shall probably die. and
If 1 do not. then perhaps I shall be a
useless invalid?"
"1 think, it you live, you may be able
to go op—as you do now."
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By H. G. WELLS
Copyright. 1914. by WELL*
"Well. then. I suppose 1 must take
the risk ot it. Yet couldn't .uni. Fow
ler, couldn't you drug me and patch
me iustead ot a'l this—vivisection.' A
few das ot drugged aud active life—
ajid then the end?'*
Fowler thought "We are uot sure
wiough jet to do things like that," he
said
"But a day is comiug when you will
be certain
Fow ler nodded.
"You make me feel as though I was,
the last of deformity Deformity is un
certainty—inaccuracy. body works
doubtfully it is not e\en sure that it
will die or live. I suppose the time is
not far off when such bodies as mine
will no longer be born into the world
"You see." said Fowler after a little
pause, "it is necessary that spirits such
as yours should be boru into the
world
"I suppose," said Karenin, "that my
spirit has bad its use. But if you think
that is because my body is as it is I
think you are mistaken. There is no
peculiar virtue in defect 1 have al
ways chafed against—all this. If I
could have moved more freely and liv
ed a larger life in health 1 could have
done more But some day perhaps you
will be able to put a body that is wrong
altogether right again. Your science is
only beginning. It's a subtler thing
than physics and chemistry and it
takes longer to produce its miracles.
And meanwhile a few more of us must
die in patience."
"Fine work is being done and much
of it," said Fowler. "I can say as
much because 1 have so little to do
with it. I can understand lesson, ap
preciate the discoAeries of abler men
and use my hands, but those others,
Pigou, Ma&terton. Lie and the others,
they are clearing the ground fast for
the knowledge to come. Have you had
time to follow their work?"
Karenin shook his head. "But I can
imagine the scope of it." he said.
"We have so many men working
low," said Fowler. "I suppose at pres
ent there must be at least a thousand
thinking hard, observing, experiment
ing, for one bo did so in 1U0O."
"Not counting those who keep the
records?"
"Not counting those. Of course the
present indexing of research is in it
self a very big work, and it is only
now that we are getting it properly
done But already we are feeling the
benefit of that. Since it ceased to be
a paid employment and became a de
votion, we have had only those people
who obeyed the call of an aptitude at
work upon these things Here—I must
show you it today because it will in
terest you—we have our copy of the
encyclopedic index- every week sheets
are taken out and replaced by fresh
sheets with new results that are
brought to us by the aeroplanes of
the research department It is an in
dex of knowledge that grows continu
ally an index that becomes continually
truer. There was never anything like
it before."
"When I came into the education
committee." said Karenin, "that index
of human knowledge seemed an im
possible thing Research had pro
duced a chaotic mountain of results, in
a hundred languages and a thousand
different types of publication" He
smiled at his memories "How we
groaned at the job!"
"Already the ordering of that chaos
is nearly done You shall see."
"I have been so busy with my own
work Yes. I shall be glad to see."
The patient regarded the surgeon for
a time with interested eyes.
"Yon work here always?" he asked
abruptly.
"No," said Fowler.
"But mostly you work here?"
"I have worked about seven years
out of the past ten. At times I go
away—down there. One has to At
least, I have to. There is a sort of
grayness comes over all this, one feels
hungry for life, real, personal, pas
sionate life, lovemaking, eating and
drinking for the fun of the thing, jos
tling crowds, having adventures,
laughter—above all, laughter"—
"Yes," said Karenin understandingly.
"And then, one day, suddenly one
thinks of those high mountains again
"That is how I would have lived if
it had not been tor my- defects," said
Karenin "Nobody knows but those
who have borne it the exasperation ot
abnormality. It will be good when
you have nobody alive whose body
cannot live the wholesome everyday
life, whose spirit cannot come up into
these high places as it wills."
"We shall manage that soon," said
Fowler
"For endless generations man has
struggled upward against the indigni
ties of bis body and the indignities of
his soul. Pains, incapacities, vile fears,
black moods, despairs How well I've
known them. They've taken more time
than ail your holidays. It is true, is it
not, that every man is something of a
cripple and something of a beast? I've
dipped a little deeper than most, that's
all. It's only now, when he has fully
learned tbe truth of that, that he can
take hold of himself to be neither beast
nor cripple. Now that he overcomes
bis servitude to his body, he can for
the first time think of living tbe full
life of his body. Before another gen
eratJon dies you'll have the thing in
hand. You'll do as you please with
tbe old Adam and all the old vestiges
from the brutes and reptiles that lurk
in his body and spirit. Isn't that so?"
"You put it boldly." said Fowler.
Karenin laughed cheerfully at bis
caution.
"When," asked Kareniu suddenly.
when will you operate?'
"The day after tomorrow," said Fow
ler. "For a day I want you to drink
and eat as I shall prescribe And you
may think aud talk as .von please
"You shall go through it Ibis after
noon. I will hare two men carry you
ilftiifiirtiiiiiiiiiffliii timwwmmmm*m*Mimiimmiii^ f- uii,^iiiMsgm^Mi
in a litter And tomorrow you shall
lie out upon the terrace Our uioun
tains here are the most beautiful in the
world."
Tbe next morning Karenin got up
early and watched the suu rise over
the mountains and breakfasted lightly,
aud then young Gardener, his secre
tary, came to consult him upou the
spending of his day. Would he care to
see people, or was this gnawing pain
within him too much to permit him to
do that?
"I'd like to talk." said Karenin
"There must be all sorts of lively
minded people here. Let them come
and gossip with me. it will distract
me. aud 1 cant tell you how interest
ing it makes everj thing that is going
ou to have seen the dawn ot one's last
day
"Your last day!"
"Fowler will kill me."
"But he thinks not."
"Fowler will kill me If he does not
he will uot leave very much of me. So
that this is my last day an.v how. The
days afterward, it they come at all to
me. will be refuse. 1 know
Gardener was about to speak when
Karenin went on again:
"1 hope be kills me, Gardener. Don't
be—old fashioued The thing 1 am
most afraid of is that last rag ot life
1 may just go on—a scarred selvage of
suffering stuff. And then all the things
I have hidden and kept dowu or dis
counted or set right afterward will get
the better of me. 1 shall be peevish.
I may lose my grip upon my own ego
tism. It's never been a very tirm grip
No, no. Gardener, don't say that. You
know better you've had glimpses of
it. Suppose I came thiough on the
other side of this affair, belittled, vain
and spiteful, using the prestige 1 have
got among men by my good work in
the past just to serve some small, in
valid purpose."
He was silent for a time, watching
the mists among the distant precipices
change to clouds of light anu drift and
dissolve before the searching rays of
the sunrise
"Yes," he said at last "I am afraid
of these anaesthetics and these fag
ends of life, it's life we are all afraid
of. Death! Nobody minds just death.
Fowler is clever, but some day surgery
will know its duty better and not be
so anxious just to save something,
provided only that it quivers. I've
tried to hold my end up properly and
do my work. After Fowler has done
with me 1 am certain I shall be unfit
for work. And what else is there for
me? I know I shall not be fit for
work.
"1 do not see why life should be
judged by its last trailing thread of
vitality. I know it for the splendid
thing it is—I, who have been a dis
eased creature from the beginning. I
know it well enough not to confuse
it with its busks. Remember that.
Gardener, if presently my heart fails
me and I despair and if 1 go through
a little phase of pain and ingratitude
and dark forgetfulness before the end.
Don't believe what I may say at the
last. If the fabric is good enough the
selvage doesn't matter. It can't mat
ter. So long as you are alive you are
just the moment perhaps, but when
you are dead then you are all your
life."
CHAPTER XVIII.
Days of Karenin.
PThesf,Last
RESENTLY, in accordance with
hi wish, people came to talk to
him and he could forget him
sel again. Rachel Borken sat
for a long time with him and talked
chiefly of women in the world, and
with her was a girl named Edith Hay
don, who was already very well known
as a cytologist. and several of the
younger men who were working in the
place and a patient named Kabn. a
poet, aud Edwards, a designer of plays
and shows, spent some time with him.
The talk wandered from point to point
and came back upon itself and be
came now earnest and now trivial, as
the chance suggestions determined
But soon afterward Gardener wrote
down notes of things be remembered,
and it is possible to put together again
the outlook of Karenin upon the world
and how he thought and felt about
many of the principal things in life.
"Our age." he said, "has been so far
an age of scene shifting We have
been preparing a stage, clearing away
the setting of a drama that was play
ed out and growing tiresome. If I
could but sit out the first few scenes
of the new spectacle!
"How encumbered the world had be
come! It was ailiug as I am ailing
with a growth of unmeaning things
It was entangled, feverish, confused.
It was in sore need of release, and 1
suppose that nothing less than the vio
lence of those bombs could have re
leased it and made it a healthy world
again. I suppose they were necessary
Just as everything turns to evil in a
fevered body, so everything seemed
turning to evil in those last years of
the old time. Everywhere there were
obsolete organizations seizing upon all
the new fine things that science was
giving to the world, nationalities, all
sorts of political bodies, tbe churches
and sects, proprietorship, seizing upon
those great powers and limitless possi
bilities and turning them to evil uses.
And they would not suffer open speech
they would not permit of education
they would let no one be educated to
the needs of the new time. You who
are younger cannot imagine the mix
ture of desperate hope and protesting
despair in which we who could believe
in the possibilities of science lived in
those years before atomic energy came.
"It was not only that the mass of
people would not attend, would not
understand, but that those who did un
derstand lacked the power of real be
lief. They said the things, they saw
the things and tbe things meant noth
ing to them.
"I have been reading some old pa
pers lately. It is wonderful bow our
fathers bore themselves toward sci
ence. They hated it. They feared it
They permitted a few scientific men
to exist and work—a pitiful handful.
'Don't find out anything about ns,' they
said to them 'don't inflict vision upon
us spare our little ways of life from
the fearful shaft of understanding
But do tricks for us, little limited
tricks. Give us cheap lighting And
cure us of certain disagreeable things—
cure us of cancer, cure us of consunip
tion, cure our colds and relieve us after
repletion' We have changed all that,
WILLMAR TRIBUNE, WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 20, 1915
Gardener. Science is no longer our
servant We know it for something
greater than our little individual
selves. It is the awakening mind of
the race and in a little while—in a lit
tle while— I wish, indeed, I could
watch for that little while now that
the curtain has risen
"While I lie here they are clearing up
what is left of the bombs in London,"
he said "Then they are going to re
pair the ruins and make it all as like
as possible to" its former condition be
fore the bombs fell. Perhaps they will
dig out the old house iu St John's
wood to which my father went after
his expulsion from Russia That Lon
dou of my memories seems to me like
a place In another world. For you
younger people it must seeni like a
place that could never have vsteted."
"Is there much left standing?" asked
Edith Haydon.
"Square miles that are scarcely shak
en in the south and northwest, they
say, and most of the bridges and large
areas of dock. Westminster, which
held most of the government offices,
suffered badly from the small bomb
that destroyed the parliament there
are very few traces of the old thor
oughfare of Whitehall or the? govern
ment region thereabout, but there are
plentiful drawings to scale of its build
ings, and the great bole in the east of
London scarcely matters. That was a
poor district and very like the north
and the south. It will be possible to
reconstruct most of it. It is wanted
Already it becomes difficult to recall
the old time—even for us who saw it."
"It seems very distant to me," said
the girl.
"It was an unwholesome world," re
flected Karenin. "1 seem to remember
everybody about my childhood as if
they were ill. They were ill. They
were sick with confusion. Everybody
was anxious about money, and every
body was doing uncongenial things
They ate a queer mixture of foods,
either too much or too little, and at
odd hours. One sees how ill they were
by their advertisements. Ail this new
region of London they are opening up
now is plastered with advertisements
of pills. Everybody must have been
taking pills. In one of the hotel rooms
in the Strand they have found the lug
gage of a lady covered up by falling
rubble and unburnt, and she was equip
ped with nine different sorts of pill
and tabloid. The pill carrying age fol
lowed the weapon carrying age. They
are equally strange to us. E'eople's
skins must have been in a vile state.
Very few people were properly wash
ed they carried the filth of months on
their clothes. All the clothes they
wore were old clothes. Our way of
pulping our clothes again after a week
or so of wear would have seemed fan
tastic to them. Their clothing hardly
bears thinking about. And the con
gestion of them! Everybody was jos
tling against everybody in those awful
towns—in an uproar. People were run
over and crushed by the hundred
Every year in London the cars and om
nibuses alone killed or disabled 20,000
people. In Paris it was worse. Peo
ple used to fall dead for want of air
in the crowded ways. The irritation of
London, internal and external, must
have been maddening. It was^a mad
dened world. It is like thinking of a
sick child. One has the same effect of
feverish urgencies and acute irrational
disappointments
"All history," he said, "is a record of
a childhood.
"And yet not exactly a childhood
There is something clean and keen
about even a sick child—and something
touching But so much of the old time
makes one angry. So much they did
seems grossly stupid, obstinately, out
rageotisly stupid, which is the very
opposite to being fresh and young.
"I was reading only the other day
about Bismarck, that hero of nine
teenth century politics, that sequel to
Napoleon, that god of blood and iron
I looked at his portraits, a heavy, al
most froggish face, with projecting
eyes and a thick mustache to hide a
poor mouth. He aimed at nothing but
Germany—Germany emphasized, indu
rated, enlarged Germany and bis class
in Germany. Beyond that he had no
ideas. He was inaccessible to ideas
His mind never rose for a recorded in
stant above a bumpkin's elaborate cun
ning. And he was the most influential
man in the world—in tbe whole world
No man ever left so deep a mark on it.
because everywhere there were gross
men to resonate to the heavy notes he
emitted. He trampled on 10.000 lovely
things, and a kind of malice in these
louts made it pleasant to them to see
him trample. No, he was no child
The dull national aggressiveness be
stood for, no childishness. Childhood
is promise. He was survival
"All Europe offered its children to
him. It sacrificed education, art, hap
piness and all its hopes of future wel
fare to follow the clatter of his saber.
The monstrous worship of that old
man's 'blood and iron' passed all round
the earth, until the atomic bombs burnt
our way to freedom again."
"One thinks of him now as one
thinks of the megatherium." said one
of the young men.
"From first to last mankind made
3,000,000 big guns and 100,000 compli
cated great ships for no other purpose
but war"
"Were there no sane men In those
days?" asked the young man. "to stand
against that idolatry?"
"In a state of despair," said Edith
Haydon.
"He is so far off—and there are men
alive still who were alive when Bis
marck died," said the young man.
"And yet it may be I am unjust to
Bismarck." said Karenin, following bis
own thoughts "You see, men belong
to their own age. We stand upon a
common stock of thought, and we fan
cy we stand upon the ground. I met a
pleasant man tbe other day, a Maori,
whose great-grandfather was a canni
bal. It chanced he had a daguerreo
type of the old sinner, and the two
were marvelously alike. One felt that
a little juggling with time and either
might have been the other. People are
cruel and stupid in a stupid age whoa
might be gentle and splendid in a gra
cious one. Tbe world also has its
moods. Think of the mental food of
Bismarck's childhood- tbe humiliations
of Napoleon's victories, tbe crowded,
crowning victory of the Battle of the
Nations. Everybody iu those days,
wise or foolish, believed that the divi
sion of tbe world under a multitude of
governments waj inevitable anj} that
it was going on for thousands of years
more. It was inevitable in-til it was
impossible. Any one who had denied
the inevitability publicly would have
been counted—oh, a silly fellow! Old
Bismarck was only just a little forcible
on the lines of the accepted ideas. That
is all. He thought that since there had
to be national governments he would
make one that was strong at home and
Invincible abroad. Because he had fed
with a kind uf rough appetite upon
what we can see now were very stupid
ideas, that does not make him a stupid
man. We've had advantages we've
had unity and collectivism blasted into
our brains. Where should we be now
but for the grace of science? I should
have been an embittered, spiteful,
downtrodden member of the Russian
Intelligent, a conspirator, a prisoner
or an assassin. You. my dear, would
have been breaking dingy windows as
a suffragette."
"Never!" said Edith stoutly.
For a time the talk broke into hu
morous personalities, and the young
people gibed at each other across the
smiling old administrator, and then
presently one of the young scientific
men gave things a new turn. He
spoke like one who was full to the
brim.
"You know, sir, I've a fancy—it is
hard to prove such things—that civ
ilization was very near disaster when
the atomic bombs came banging into
it that if there had been no Holsten
and no induced radio activity the
world would have—smashed—much as
it did. Only instead of its being a
smash that opened a way to better
things it might have been a smash
without a recovery. It is part of my
business to understand economics, and
from that point of view the century
before Holsten was just a hundred
years' crescendo of waste. Only the
extreme individualism of that period,
only its utter want of any collective
understanding or purpose, can explain
that waste. Mankind used up mate
rial—insanely. They had got through
three-quarters of all the coal in the
planet they had used up most of the
oil they had swept away their forests,
and they were running short of tin and
copper. Their wheat areas were get
ting weary and populous, and many
of the big towns bad so lowered the
water level of their available bills that
they suffered a drought every summer
The whole system was rushing toward
bankruptcy. And they were spending
every year vaster and vaster amounts
of power and energy upon military
preparations and continually expand
ing the debt of industry to capital.
The system was already staggering
when Holsten began bis researches.
So far as the world in general went,
there was no sense of danger and no
desire for inquiry. They had no be
lief tbat science could save them nor
any idea that there was a need to be
saved. They could not they would
not, see the gulf beneath their feet. It
was pure good luck for mankind at
large that any research at all was in
progress. And as I say, sir, if that
line of escape hadn't opened, before
now there might have been a crash,
revolution, panic, social disintegration,
famine, and—it is conceivable—com
plete disorder. Tbe rails might have
rusted on the disused railways by now.
the telephone poles have rotted and
fallen, the big liners dropped into
sheet iron in the ports the burnt, de
serted cities become the ruinous hid
ing places of gangs of robbers. We
might have been brigands in a shat
tered and attenuated world. Ah, you
may smile, but that had happened be
fore in human history. The world is
still studded with the ruins of broken
down civilizations. Barbaric bands
made their fastness upon the Acropolis,
and the tomb of Hadrian became a
fortress that warred across the ruins
of Rome against the Colosseum. Had
all that possibility of reaction ended so
certainly in 1940? Is it all so very tar
away even now?"
"It seems far enough away now,"
said Edith Haydon
"But forty years ago?"
"No," said Karenin, with his eyes
upon the mountains. "1 think you un
derrate the available intelligence in
those early decades of the twentieth
century. Officially. I know, politically
that intelligence didn't tell, but it was
there. And I question your hypothesis.
I doubt if that discovery could have
been delayed. There is a kind of in
evitable logic now in the progress of
research. For a hundred years and
more thought and science have been
going their own way regardless of the
common events of life. You see—they
have got loose. If there had been no
Holsten there would have been some
similar man. If atomic energy had not
come in one year it would have come
in another In decadent Rome the
march of science had scarcely begun
Nineveh, Babylon, Athens. Syracuse.
Alexandria, these were the first rough
experiments in association that made
a security, a breathing space in which
inquiry was born. Man had to experi
ment before he found out tbe way to
begin. But already 200 years ago he
had fairly begun The politics and
dignities and wars of the nineteenth
and twentieth centuries were only tbe
last phoenix blaze of tbe former civili
zation flaring up about the beginnings
of the new. which we serve.
"Man lives in the dawn forever,"
said Karenin "Life is beginning and
nothing else but beginning It begins
everlastingly Each step seems vaster
than the last and does but gather us
together for the next. This modern
state of ours, which would have been
a Utopian marvel 100 years ago is al
ready the commonplace of life. But as
I sit here and dream of the possibili
ties in the mind of man that now
gather to a head beneath the shelter of
its peace, these great mountains here
seem but little things."
(To be continued)
Soldering Aluminium.
When holes appear in aluminium
utensils it is not necessary to discard
the dishes as no longer useful, for by
simple method they can be made to
take solder. Insert a brass or copper
rivet in the hole, flatten both ends and
then solder over both the inside and
the outside surfaces in the usual man
ner. If you wish to solder a piece to
a sound part of the utensil use a sharp
awl to punch boles for holding spots of
copper or brass. If the aluminium is
very thick cut the holes with a small
drill held in a carpenter's bit brace.
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TIME TABLE
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Arrival and departure of trains at
the Willmar Station:
No. 1 from St. Paul 2:15 p.
No. 13 from St. Paul 1:40p.m.
No. 21 from St. Paul 9:10 p.m.
No. 9 from St. Paul 10:40p. m.
No. 31 from Duluth 1:40 p.m.
No. 52 from Yankton 3:30 a.m.
No. 32 from Sioux City 2:00 p.
No. 2 from Coast 4:40 a. m.
No. 10 from Grand Porks.. 3:45a.m
No. 14 from Fargo 1:40 p. m.
DEPARTS.
No. 13 for Fargo 2:30 p.
No. 9 for Grand Forks 10:45 p.
No. 31 for Sioux City 2:00p.m
No. 51 for Yankton 11:15 p.
No. 32 for Duluth 2:35 p.m
No. 10 for St. Paul 3:50a.m
No. 22 for St. Paul 7:00 a.m.
No. 14 for St. Paul 2:30p.m.
No. 1 for Seattle 2:20 p.
No. 2 for St. Paul 4:45 a.m.
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Order Limiting Time to File Claims
Within Three Months, and for
Hearing Thereon.
Estate of Marie G. Sonstegaard.
State of Minnesota, County of Kan
diyohi, In Probate Court.
In the Matter of the Estate of Marie
G. Sonstegaard, Decedent.
Letters Testamentary this day hav
ing been granted to Carl M. Iverslte
and it appearing by the affidavit of
said representative that there are no
debts of said decedent
It Is Ordered, That the time within
which all creditors of the above nam
ed decedent may present claims
against his estate in this Court, be,
and the same hereby is. limited to
three months from and after the date
hereof and that Monday the 12th day
of April, 1915 at 2 o'clock p. m., in
the Probate Court Rooms at the Court
(First publication, Jan. 13—tt
Order XrfnUtlng* Time to Mia Clatma
Within Three Months, and for
Hearing1 Thereon.
Estate of August Monson.
State of Minnesota, County of .Kandi
yohi, In Probate Court
in the Matter of the Estate of August
Monson, Decedent.
Letters Testamentary this day having
been granted to Charles E. Monson, of
said County, and it appearing by the
affidavit of said representative that
there are no debts of said decedent
House at Willmar in said County, be,'in the final decree made and entered
and the same hereby is, fixed and
appointed as the time and place for
hearing upon and the examination,
adjustment and allowance of such
claims as shall be presented within
the time aforesaid.
Let notice hereof be given by the
publication of this order in The Will
mar Tribune as provided by law.
Dated Dec. 30th, 1914.
(SEAL) T. O. GILBERT,
Frank Tolman, Attorney,
Paynesville, Minn.
It Is Ordered, That the time within
which all creditors of the above named
decedent may present claims against
his estate in this Court, be, and
theGEO.
same hereby is, limited to three months:
from and after the date hereof and that
Monday, the 19th day of April, 1916, at
2 o'clock j). m.. In- the Probate Court
Rooms at, the Court House at Wilbur
in said Cdunty, be, and the same here*'
by Is,"fixed and appointed as the time
and place for hearing upon and the ex
amination, adjustment and allowance of
such claims as shall-be presented with
in the time aforesaid.
Let notice hereof be given by the pub
lication of this order In the Willmar
Tribune as provided bv law.
Adopted Jan, 11th. 1916,
S E A T. o. I E I
Judge of Probate.
CHARLES JOHNSON,
Attorney, Willmar. Minn.
By Jack London
By Booth Tarkington
Musical Advice,
A bit of musical advice: sharp If
you can if you can't, B-naturaL but
never B-flat—Florida Times-Union.
(First publication, Jan. 13-4t).
Order for Hearing Petition for the
Correction of Defective Pro
bate Proceedings.
State of Minnesota,
County of
Kandiyohi,f
S3.
In Probate Court,
Special Term, January 5, 1915.
In the Matter of the Estate of Nels
Peterson, also known as Nils Peter
son, Deceased.
On Reading and Filing the Petition
of C. S. N. Peterson representing,
among other things, that by inadvert
ance and mistake there was included
in said estate, on the 9th day of June,
1913, certain real estate in said peti
tion described, which said real estate
did not belong to said decedent and
Tvas not part of his estate, and pray
ing that said final decree be amended
by striking therefrom and omitting
the real estate thus erroneously and
inadvertantly inserted therein,
It Is Ordered, That the said petition
be heard before this Court on Mon-
Judge of Probate. day, the 8th day of February A. D.
1915, at 2 o'clock in the afternoon, at
{the Probate Office in the City ot Will
mar.
And it is Further Ordered, That not
ice of the time and place of said hear
ing be given to all persons interested
by publishing this Order once in each
week, for three successive weeks
prior to said day of hearing, In tbe
Willmar Tribune, a weekly newspaper
printed and published at Willmar in
said County.
Dated at Willmar, Minnesota, the
5th day of January A. D. 1915.
By the Court:
(COURT SEAL) T. O. GILBERT,
Judge of Probate.
H. OTTERNESS,
Attorney for Petitioner.
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