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1 DEWS OF EVE 1
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No More Gentle Than |
“Cascarets” for the . {
Liver, Bowels
It is just as needless as it is danger
ous to take violent or nasty cathartics.
Nature provides no shock absorbers for
your liver and bowels against calomel,
harsh pills, sickening oil and salts.
Cascarets give quick relief without in
jury from Constipation, Biliousness, In
digestion, Gases and Sick Headache.
Cascarets work while you sleep, remov
ing the toxins, poisons and sour, in
digestible waste without griping or in
convenience. Cascarets regulate by
strengthening the bowel muscles. They
cost so little too.—Adv.
European Army Illiteracy.
Examination of recruits for the
c army and navy for the leading Euro
P pean countries showed the following
: percentage of illiteracy: Germany,
| 0.11; Franco, 4.00; England, 5.00;
Austria, 23.80; Hungary, 28.10; Italy,
3S.30; Russia, 01.70. The percentage
of illiteracy in the United States army
was 7.0.
To Have w Clear Sweet Skin.
Touch pimples, redness, roughness
©r itching, if any, with Cuticura Oint
ment, then bauie with Cuticura Soap
and hot water. Rinse, dry gently and
dust on a little Cuticura Talcum to
leave a fascinating fragrance on skin.
Everywhere 25e each.—Adv.
Must H«(ve His Smoke.
Husband (newly married)—Don’t
you think, lov*», if I smoke it would
tpoil the t urlains?
Wife—Ah, yon are realty the most
nnseltish r.n,d thoughtful husband to
he found unywliere! Certainly it
would.
Husband—'Well, take the curtains
down. — Pittsburgh Chronicle-Tele
graph.
State of <bhio. City of Toledo, Lucas
County—ks. \
t rank J. jCht-.iey make3 oath that he Is
senior partner of the firm of F. J Cheney
& Co., doing business in the City of To
ledo, Coijnty and Slate aforesaid, and that
said will pay tlie sum of ONE HUN
pRLLf DOLLARS for any case of Catarrh
tl’.aLA cannot be cured bv the use of
H-2/ll’s catarrh mepicine.
FRANK J. CHENEY.
Sworr to before mo and subscribed in
my presence, this 6th day of December,
A. D. 1886.
(Seal) A. W. Gleason, Notary Public.
HALL’S CATARRH MEDICINE I« tak
en internally and acts through the Blood
on the Mucous Surfaces of the System.
F. J. Cheney & Co., Toledo, Ohio.
F. J. Cheney & Co., Toledo, Ohio.
A Worthwhile Job.
A pessimist uni! an optimist were
discussing life from their different
viewpoints. “I really believe,” said
the former, “that I could make a Let
ter world myself. ’
“Sure!” returned the optimist.
“That’s what we are here for. Now,
let us get to work and do it.”—Boston
Transcript.
There Is nothing more satisfactory
after a day of hard work than u line
full of snowy white clothes. For such
results use lied Cross Ball Blue.
Grasshopper Bait.
A year ago the grasshopper ate up
nearly $100,000,000 worth of our win
ter wheat. Science at once set about
devising some scheme to control this
pest. They mixed a concoction, on an
enormous scale, known as “grasshop
per bait,” making 4.065 tons of it. or
enough to till is:? large railroad cars.
To mix this bait they used 500,000
lemons, eighty-three tons of white ar
senic and oilier ingredients In similar
proportion. The bait was then scat
tered over a great area In Kansas.
The grasshoppers ate it freely, with
the expected result. This year there
tire no grasshoppers in Kansas.—
Boys’ Life.
important to Wlothers
Examine carefully every bottle of
CASTOltlA, that famous old remedy
for infuats and children, and see that it
Bears the
Signature of
In Use for Over 30 Years.
Children Cry for Fletchers Castoria
A Regular Dog.
lie W8s looking for a good canine
companion and had answered an ad
vertisement in the newspaper. The
following conversation ensued:
“You advertised a sensible dog for
sale?”
“Yep.”
“What do you mean by a sensible
dog?”
“This pup lias never had a ribbon
■around his neck and has never rid
den in a limousine since the day lie
was horn. He’s a happy-hearted, bone
Inir.ving, cat-chasing, 100 per cent dog.”
■—Houston I’ost.
“DIAMOND DYES” DON’T
RUIN YOUR MATERIAL
Women! Don't Buy a Poor Dye Thai
Fades, Streaks, or Runs.
Each package of “Diamond Dyes”
■contains directions so simple that any
•women can diamond-dye it new, rich,
fadeless color into worn, shabby gar
ments. draperies, co\»;rings, whether
■wool, silk, linen, cotton or mixed goods.
Buy "Diamond Dyes'—no other kind
—then perfect results yre guaranteed
•even if you have never dyed before.
■Druggist has color card.—Adv.
Unless the past has enabled us to
master the present, we will be slaves
to the future.
CHAPTER XI.—Continued.
—15—
She had rushed to the adjacent
room. The door slammed. The key
turned in the lock. He stared at the
barrier. When he spoke to Otis, who
had renewed his attack with redou
bled frenzy and threats of legal pun
ishment, he was markedly calm.
“1 will go quietly now”—putting his
antagonist aside. “I apologize for
what I’ve done.”
As he descended the staircase, leav
ing Otis with his daughter, the bevy
of servants in the hall ceased their ex
cited whispering, and rendered him
silent awe.
* * o * • * *
Fitzhugh did not go to his office the
following day, but motored far out
along the north shore. His mind was
a blank until his car was turning in
and out through the mesh of traffic in
State street. The newsboys, ever vo
ciferous at the day’s end, seemed to
have an unwonted note of excitement
in their hoarse cries of “Extra!” De
layed at Monroe street by a policeman
at the crossing, he tossed the news
vendor on the corner a quarter-dol
lar and ordered all the papers. The
first one he o'pened was a pink-and
hlaek sheet, damp from the press, and
blazing on its first page this:
WOMAN WOULD KILL RUSSIAN
ENVOY.
DIES BY OWN HAND.
This much he read in one hurried
glance. What followed he devoured in
snatches, getting the gist of the mat
ter in a minute's perusal:
“Esther Strom . . . Anarchist
plot . . . Assassinate ambassador
. . . B. & O. station . . . Secret
Service . . . Swallowed prussic
acid ... Found dead in cell.”
CHAPTER XII
FItzhugh awakened next morning to
tlie ringing of his telephone. It was
Hunt. He cut short the.flood of ques
tions. and, still in his pajamas, got a
small valise from a closet and began
tilling it with shirts, collars, and such
other articles as a man needs for a
short journey.
When he reached his office, for twen
ty galvanic minutes, without a wasted
word, he outlined concisely what he
wanted done during his absence, con
sidering and settling various problems
lhat in the interim might arise. Per
ceiving the flight of time, he snatched
his hat from the floor, and. with Hunt
trotting along beside, hurried to the
elevator, still giving directions and ad
vice. Down the elevator shaft, through
the rotunda of the first floor, to the
automobile in Adams street, and
thence to the railway station, he con
tinued the terse counseling.
As he dashed into the Grand Central
station, ran down the midway toward
his gate, the nmductor called
“’Board!” and his train pulled out.
He caught the hist Pullman as it
moved from the sited.
Fitzhugh returned from Washington
in four days, a changed man. There
had been little he could do; so little,
indeed, that he felt his trip had been
wasted, lie had located some mem
bers of Esther’s family and had given
them, quite anonymously, a stun of
money larger than any they had ever
known. Then he took a train for Chi
cago. There was nothing else to do.
But he could not forget. Vividly
against Ihe background of his mind
were marshaled all Esther had done
for him, all her little acts of kindness,
her unselfishness, hut doglike devotion.
And then he would think of the re
quital he had made. His memory
flogged him pitilessly. He thought of
how he bad left her alone with Niko
lay that morning, of his Incompassion
nteness the last time he saw her alive,
of the death-dealing message he had j
sent, the needless cruelty . . . |
•Brute!—I was always a brute to j
iier. ..."
It was nearly eleven when he j
reached his office. He had come dl- i
rectly from his apartment in his auto
mobile, and wore a motoring cap and
coat, unessentials both, the last of
which effectually concealed all ap
parel beneath it from the collar down.
Hunt, coatless and with his shirt
sleeves rolled to his elbows, sat at the
great l'.nt-topped desk in the inner
sanctum, head over heels in the day’s
work.
With a brief excuse for his tardi
ness. ritzhugh took the chair ai the
opposite side of the desk and scanned
some important papers requiring his
signature, conversing busily with Hunt
as he read. He had signed but one of
them, when, with an ejaculation upon
the warmth of the weather, he flung
off his cap, and loosening the clasps
of his coat collar, walked into the adja
cent room.
In a few minutes he teappeared;
and. having discarded the motoring
duster, he was outwardly transformed.
Snow-white ducks, white outing sllp
ners. with silken hosiery shimmering
(here It showed, a soft white shirt.
through the attached collar of which
was looped a voluminous tie of blood
red hue. a crush hat, white as an
Easter lily, turned up in front and
down behind and encircled by a crim
son ribbon—these made up his attire.
“You look like the epitome of a
comic opera,” Hunt laughed, aside
front the phone. “Whither away?
Yachting?”
“No,” replied Fitzhugh, appending
his signature to th* relst of the papers.
“No, I’m not going yachting.” He put
down his pen. picked up bis cane, stood
up. “Fm going into the pit.”
“But what the—” Hunt, who had
half-risen from his chair, sank back,
bewildered. “What the dickens do you
want 10 expose your hand for, Dan?”
Daniel showed bis teeth in an odd
grin. For an instant it somehow sug
gested to the other something sinister
—like a wolf baring its fangs.
“Better come along and watch me.
Hunt,”—starting toward the door. “I’m
going to give ’em something to talk
about. Coming?” He waited at the
door, flapping his cane against his im
maculate trousers.
And this day began a spectacular
flourish of showy histrionics unrivaled
before or since on the Chicago Board
of Trade. During the rest of the day’s
session in the wheat pit, Fitzhugh, the
actor, was the center of all attraction.
The visitors in the gallery remarked
14m and pointed him out to one anoth
er; the speculators, dealers, brokers’
clerks, officers of the board, all those
whose duties brought them on the
“floor,” soon or late found their atten
tion directed toward him. Ilis extreme
height, emphasizing his unusual garb,
rendered him strikingly conspicuous
among his fellows. Of them all he
was the only one who stood out dis
tinctly. He was the only one of his
sort. The dramatic scene comported
with him. He was in his native ele
ment. This was the moment he had
dreamed of long ago when he had
stood up yonder in the visitors’ gallery,
his whole being keyed to the martial
pitch of gold that screamed to him
from the battlefield.
But how different the realization!
None of those who clamored about
him, chafing hbn, seeking to take ad
vantage of what seemed to them a
m#ntal aberration, knew he was being
tortured by a ghost. The ghost of a
“What the Dickens Do You Want to
Expose Your Hand For, Dan?”
woman of raven hair and olive skin
and sad, accusing eyes that ever re
proached him, that ever seemed to
say: “You were cruel, Daniel—al
ways cruel.” They did not know that
when often he gesticulated to no end,
or that when he thundered his loudest
and appeared most abandoned to the
feverish excitement of the pit, the up
braidings of the ghost were cutting
him to the quick, were lashing him the
hardest.
As the days passed Fitzhugh’s pas
sion for “showing off” increased amaz
ingly. Ever prolific with freaks of act
ing. he kept his associates on tenter
hooks of curosity. None could imag
ine what he would do next. He al
ways did the unexpected. Nothing
was too fantastical. Once during a
Saturday noonhour he started a furore
in the rotunda of the board of trade
by striding through the crowd playing
boisterously on a mouth-organ, while
round him capered several monkeys,
borrowed from some Forquer street
Italians; anon at a dinner in his apart
ment one evening he received his
guests in war paint and feathers and
the full regalia of an Indian chieftain.
Yet those who knew him intimately
—as Hunt and two or three others—
were not long in noticing a change had
come over him. When he thought he
was unobserved lie was given to long
periods of brooding, and, as they right
ly supposed, all his biznrrerie was not
the real Fitzhugh. but only a mask,
all his theatrical excitement not genu
ine. but only a cloak tor an inner un
happiness.
It was during one of these dark
periods that he stole secretly away—
not even Hunt knew of his where
abouts—and for nearly a week was un
seen in Chicago. The day lie returned
lie went to his safety deposit vault and
looked therein a packet of papers.
These papers, obtained at great price
and with commensurate difficulty, were
the floods to the Fitzrandolph home
stead in Maryland. . . . And still
he was not happy. Still there remained
the void, the dull gap lie could not fill.
Time and again during his first year
of grief Fitzhugh had endeavored,
with characteristic audacity, to see
Kathleen, but always substantially in
vain. He had followed her to New
port, viflience she flew with her moth
er after the rupture, found she bad
sailed the day before for Switzerland,
had taken the next steamer, only to
i»iiss her again, and for three months
had played battledore-and-shuttlecock
with two defenseless women over the
major part of the continent, often stay
ing in the same hotel, yet never catch
ing more than a fleeting glimpse of the
oite he loved.
All efforts at communication were
likewise fruitless. His letters were re
turned unopened, llis gifts, too. When
they returned home in the autumn he
had ordered a box of violets delivered
to Kathleen every morning. The
florist was an honest man, and at the
month’s end he had rendered a bill
only for carriage.
But Fitzhugh died hard. For three
years he never gave up trying. Then
file last gleam of hope flickered out.
She was abroad most of the time
now, returning to Chicago only at rare
Intervals, and then but for a brief stay,
lie heard that Artie Sparkle was often
with her, and sometimes at the club
there were rumors of—
But he laughed loudly at these. He
refused to listen. The idea was pre
posterous—absurd. Vet it was never
theless true that this gossip of Kath
leen’s engagement to Artie immediate
ly preceded some extraordinary per
formance that kept the name of Fitz
hugh on the lips of thousands for
weeks afterward. As another man
would have turned to drink, so lie
turned to stagey extravagance. Un
conventionalit.v was his dissipation,
and in his own way he became intoxi
cated.
home four years after that day in
June—four years in which lie had seen
Kathleen less than a score of times
and had spoken to her less than thrice
—Fitzhugh laid the foundation of the
throne upon which he was to reign for
a brief hut blazing period as King of
Wheat. These four years had bred an
unwholesome change in the man. The
amassing of gold had become his re
ligion. Its virus had entered his soul.
He allowed nothing to stand between,
crushing all opposition with an iron
hand. Everything was subservient to
hut one end, and that end was Money.
All his faculties, all his tireless energy
and zeal and ambition were concen
trated upon it. Waking or asleep, the
thought of it was always uppermost.
Hunt, in the erratic meanwhile, had
courageously piloted the deserted ship,
knowing its rightful captain would
again take the helm when “he came to
himself.” More than any other. Henry
Hunt enjoyed the full confidence of
his chief. lie was one of the very few
who knew Fitzhugh’s real name and
family history.
At irregularly recurring periods
Fitzhugh entered the wheat pit, and
while these instances were generally
emblazoned with a burst of histrion
ics, iie was never for a second blinded
by the glare. When he seemed most
ebullient he was really most cool-head
ed. lie fooled the pit trader^. They
could never quite penetrate his "bluff
ing.” They perceived his propensity
for posing, and made the mistake of
thinking him too self-centered to be
alive to his surroundings. While they
were pitying him for his rawness, his
crudities, and confidently expecting his
downfall, he would astonish them by
executing some brilliant coup that sug
gested deep-laid plans as splendid us
his daring.
When in the conflict of the pit every
fiber of his being was quiveringly
alert. Seemingly absorbed in thinking
of himself and the effect of his pos
tures, lie was searching his opponents'
faces for the slightest trace of mean
ing. Not a tremor of that higgledy
piggledy turmoil escaped him. Ear
and eye were quick to grasp every
variation. He was instantly alive to
every trick, every subterfuge. lie was
swift to seize upon the merest open
ing, swift to attack the first unprotect
ed spot. He was the shrewdest of
them all, and he played a game none
could understand. Outwardly, the
greenest of bunglers at it, secretively
he maneuvered with a master hand.
It was in the winter of this year
that Fitzhugh went deepest info the
wheat pit. He plunged in farther and
farther, and with such apparent reck
lessness that many times Hunt held
back, counseling a slower and more
cautious gait. But the leader was ob
durate. He would listen to no advice.
He rushed yet deeper info the pit,,
dragging his hesitating follower with
him. Ensued long months of doubt
and uncertainty—months that ground
down the nerve of one and tried the
mettle of the other. There were times
when it seemed they would be wiped
out utterly. Their combined fortunes
were tied up in the deal to the last
cent. All hung in the balance. It
was the biggest thing Fitzhugh ever
engineered. If it went the wrong way
they would lie crushed under it and
obliterated.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Have You One?
A stone is considered precious if
it Is perfectly transparent, is bright
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NAME “BAYER” ON
GENUINE ASPIRIN
fake tablets only as told in each “Bayer” package.
The “Bayer Cross” is the signature
of the true “Bayer Tablets of Aspirin.”
The name “Bayer” is only on genuine
Aspirin prescribed by physicians for
over eighteen years.
In every handy “Bayer” package are
proper directions for Pain, Colds,
Making Fast.
“lie bolted the ticket.”
“Then what happened?”
“He and the party locked horns.”
You may have noticed that few busi
ness men feel at ease at a polite so
cial function.
Heartache, Toothache, Earache, NOO*
ralgia, Rheumatism, Lumbago, Sciatica,
Neuritis.
Tin boxes of 12 tablets cost only a
few cents. Druggists also sell larger
“Bayer” packages. Aspirin is the trade
mark of Bayer Manufacture of Mono*
aceticaciclester of Salicylieacid.
Removes Red Ink Stains.
To remove red Ink stains from
table linen spread freshly made mus
tard over the stain and leave about
one-half hour. Then sponge off and
all trace of ink will have gone.
Excess is an enemy of success.
Don’t Let Catarrh Drag
You Into Consumption
Avoid Its Dangerous Stage.
There is a more serious stage of Ca
tarrh than the annoyance caused by
the stopped-up air passages, and (he
hawking and spitting and other dis
tasteful features.
Tlie real danger comes from the
tendency of the disease to continue its
course downward until the lungs be
come affected, and then dreaded con
sumption is on your path. Your own
experience lias taught you that the
disease cannot be cured by sprays, in
halers, jellies and other local appli
cations. S. S. S. is an excellent sys
tem-cleanser; it is not sold or recom
mended for Venereal Diseases.
S. S. S. has proven a most satisfac
tory remedy for Catarrh because it
goes direct to its source, and tends to
remove the germs of the disease from
the blood. Get a bottle from your
druggist today, and begin the only log
ical treatment that gives real results.
For free medical advice, write to Medi
cal Director, 104 Swift Laboratory,
Atlanta, Ga.
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This makes the offer one which you can ab
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whom you have been trading would not stand
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Hunt's Salve, formerly called Hunt’s Cure,
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Eczema for ten years, and spent $1,000.00 for doctors’ treatments, without
1 result. One box of Hunt's Cure entirely cured me.”
Don’t fall to give Hunt’s Salve a trial—price 75 cents, from your lo^al
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for 6ix or seven years;
but now I do any kind of
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