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The Virginia enterprise. [volume] (Virginia, St. Louis County, Minn.) 1893-19??, May 15, 1908, Image 2

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Within the lagoon, and not far off
the settlement, two ships rocked at
anchor. One, the Northern Light,
wag a powerful topsail schooner of a
hundred tons straight bowed, low in
the water, built on fine lines and yet
sparred for safety, the sort of vessel
that does well under plain sail, and
when pressed can fly. The other, the
Edelweiss, was a miniature fore and
after of about 20 tons, a toy of deli­
cacy and grace, betraying at a glance
that she had been designed a yacht,
and in spite of fallen fortunes, was
still sailed as one. The man that laid
her lee rail under would get danger as
well as speed for his pains, and in
time would be likely to satisfy a
taste for both by making a swift trip
to the bottom.
The deck of the Northern Light
was empty save for the single tall fig­
ure of Gregory Cole, captain and
owner, who was leaning over the rail
gazing at the Edelweiss. He was a
man of about 30, his tanned, hand­
some face overcast and somber, his
eyes, with their characteristic hunted
look, fixed in an uneasy stare on his
smaller neighbor.
He had never known how passion­
ately he had loved Madge Blanchard
until he had lost her until after that
wild quarrel on Nonootch, when her
father had called him a slaver to his
face, and they had parted on either
side in anger until he had beaten up
from westward to find her the month
old wife of Joe Horble. Somehow, in
the course of those long, miserable
months, he had never thought of her
marrying he felt so confident of
that fierce love she had so often con­
fessed for him he had come back re­
pentant, ashamed of the burning of­
fense he had then taken, determined
to let bygones be bygones, and to be­
gin, if need be, a new and a more
blameless way of life.
He had to see her. He was mad to
see her. The thought of her tortured
and tempted him without end.. Sup­
pose she, too, had learned that love
is stronger than oneself that the
mouth can say Yes when the heart
within is breaking that she, like him­
self, had found the time to repent her
folly? Was he the man to leave
her thus to acquiesce tamely in a
decision that was doubtless already
abhorrent to her to remain with un
lifted hands when she might be on
fire for the sign to come to him?
No, never! he'd beg her forgiveness
and offer her the choice. Yes or no!
It was for her to choose.
He jumped into tlie dinghy and
pulled over to the schooner. Small
at a distance, she seemed to shrink a3
he drew near her, so that when he
stood up he was surprised to find his
head above the rail. So this was
Horble, this coarse, red-faced trader,
with the pug nose, the fat hands, the
faded blue eyes that met his own so
"Capt. Horble?" said Gregory Cole.
"Glad to see you aboard," said
They shook hands and sat side by
side on the rail.
"Where's Madge?" said Gregory.
"Mrs. Horble's ashore," said the cap­
"I'm afraid I can never call her any­
thing but Madge," said Gregory, de­
tecting the covert reproach in the
other's voice.
Horble was plainly ill at ease. His
face turned a deeper red. He was
on the edge of blurting out a dis­
agreeable remark, and then hesitated,
making an inarticulate sound in his
throat. Like everybody else, he
The C^ptmii of ^the
(Copyright, by Joseph B. Bowles.)
It was a wild March day, and the
rising wind saing in t^e rigging of the
ships. The weather hprizon, dark and
brilliant, in ominous alternations
showed a sky of pHed-up clou# Inter*
spersed with inky' patches where
squalls were bursting. To leeward
the broad lagoon, stretching fpr a
dozen miles to the tree-topped rim of
reef, smoked with the haze of a'ri im­
pending gale. Ashore, the palms bent
like grass in the succeeding gusts, and
the ocean beaches reverberated with
a furious surf. The great atoll of
Makin, no higher than a man, no
wider than a couple of furlongs, but
in circumference a sinuous giant of 90
miles or more, lay like a snake on the
boisterous waters of the equator and
defied the sea and storm.
afraid of the labor captain.
"Crew's ashore, too," said Gregory,
glancing about the empty deck.
"There ain't no crew," muttered
"Thunder!" cried Gregory. "Do
you do it with electricity, or what?"
"Me and Madge runs her," returned
"Do you mean to say she pully
hauls your damn ropes?" exclaimed
"Yes," said Horble. "What's 20
tons between the two of us?"
"And cooks ?"_ said Gregory.
"And cooks," said Horble.
"I know she can sail a boat against
.anybody," said Gregory, wincing at
•'the remark.
•j Horble spat In the water and said
tjnothing. His fat, broad back said
^plainer than words: "You're an in­
truder! Get out!"
"J believe she's aboard this very
yfminute," said Gregory, with a strange
"She's ashore, I tell you," said Hor
•ble, sullenly.
"I'll just run below and make sure,"
caid Gregory.
He slipped down the little compan­
ion way, looked about the empty cabin
•Jand peered into the semi-darkness of
the only stateroom.
"Madge!" he cried. "Madge!"
Horble had not lied to him. There
Was net a soul below. But on the
.cabin table he saw Madge's sewing
^machine and a half-made dress of cot
ton print She had always been fond
ofHjooks^and there, in the corner, was
her little"bookcase, taken bodily from
her old home in Nonootch. Scattered
about here and there were other things
that brought her memory painfully
back to him that hurt him with their
familiarity that caused him to lift
them up and hold them with a sort'of
despairing Wonder: her guitar, her
worn, lock-fast, desk, the old gilt pho­
tograph album fee. remembered so
well. He sat down at the table and
buried his face in his hands. What
a fool he had been! What a fool he
had been!
He was roused by the sound of Hor­
ble's footsteps down the ladder. With
his head leaning on his hand, he
looked at the big naked feet feeling
for the steps, then at the uncouth
clothes as they gradually appeared,
then at the fat, weak, frightened face
of the man himself. He grew sick
at the sight of him. Would Horble
strike him? Would Horble have the
grit to order him off the ship? No
the infernal coward was getting out
the gin—a bottle of square-face and
two glasses.
"Say when," said Horble.
"When," said Gregory.
Horble tipped the bottle into his
own glass. A second mate's grog!
One could see what the fellow drank.
"Here's luck," said Gregory.
"Drink hearty," said Horble.
"Joe Horble," said Gregory, lean-
ing both elbows on the table, "there's
something you ought to know I love
Madge, and Madge loves me!"
Horble gasped.
"She's mine!" said Gregory.
Horble helped himself to more gin,
and then slowly wiped his mouth with
the back of his hand.
"You're forgetting she's my wife,"1
he said.
"I'll give you a thousand pounds
for her, cash and bills," said Greg­
"You can't sell white women," said
Horble. "She ain't labor."
"A thousand pounds!" repeated
"I won't sell my wife to no man,"
said Horble.
The pair looked at each other. Hor­
ble's hand felt for the gin again. His
speech had grown a little thick. He
was angry and flustered, and ft dull
resentment was mantling his heavy
"I'll go the schooner," cried Greg­
ory. "The Northern Light, as she
lies there this minute, not a dollar
owing on her bottom, with £200 of
specie in her safe. Lock, stock anil
barrel, she's yours!"
Horble shook his head.
"Madge ain't for sale," he said.
"Please yourself," said Gregory.
"You'll end by losing her for noth­
"Capt. Cole," said Horble, "Madge
has told me how near it was a go
between you and her, and how, if you
hadn't cleared out so sudden the way
you didi, she would have married you
in spite of old Blanchard. But when
you went away like that you left the
field clear, and you mustn't bear me
no malice for having stepped in and
taken your leavings. What's done's
done, and it's a sorry game to come
back too late' and insult a man who
never did you no harm."
"Oh!" said Gregory.
"If you choose," continued Horble
in his tone of wounded reasonable­
ness, "you can make a power of mis­
chief between me and Madge. Idon't
think it comes very well from you to
do it I don't think anything that
calls himself a man would do it
least of all a genelman like yourself,
whom we all respect and look up to.
Capt Cole, if you've lost Madge, you
know you can^only blame, yourself."
"I don't call her "lost," said Gregory.
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,* "Capt./ Cole^saldHorble, catitrfiy,
but with a Quiver of his lip, "well
take another drink, and then we'll
say good-by."
"I'm not golajg till I see Madge,"
Horble began to tremble.
"It's for Madge to decide," added
Gregory. a
"Decide what?" demanded Horble
in a husky stutter.
"Between you and me, old fellow,"
said Gregory.
"And you've the gall to say that on
my ship, at my table, about my wife!"
exclaimed Horble, punctuating the
sentence with the possessive.
"Yes," said
Horble sat awhile silent. He was
obviously turning, the matter over in
his head. He said at last he would
go on deck and take another look to
"There's a power of dirt to wind­
ward!" he said.
Gregory was conscious of a be­
laying pin being whipped out of
sight, and in an instant he was
roused and tense, his nostrils vibrat­
ing with a sense of danger. The
two men stared at each other, and
then Horble backed into the state­
room, remarking with furtive insincer­
ity: "There's a power of dirt to
windward!" This said, the door wept
shut behind him. Gregory sprang to
his feet and burst it open with his
powerful shoulders, crushing Horble
against the bunk, who, pistol in hand,
fired at him point blank. The bullet
went wide, and there was a sound of
shattering glass. Gregory's hands
clenched themselves on Horble's, and
the revolver twisted this way and
that under the double grasp. Horble
was panting like a steam engine his
lower jaw hung open, and he cried as
he fought, the tears streaking his red
face there was an agonized light in
his eyes, for his forefinger was break­
ing in the trigger guard. A hair's
breadth more and he oould have
driven a bullet through his oppo­
nent's body a twist the other way—
and he moaned and ground his teeth
and frenziedly strove to regain what
he had lost. Suddenly he let go,
snatched his left hand clear, and
throttled Gregory against the wall.
Gregory, suffocating, his.eyes staring
from their sockets, his mouth drib­
bling blood and froth, struggled with
supreme desperation for the pistol.
Getting it in the very nick of time,
and eluding Horble's right hand, he
fired twice through the armpit down.
Horble sank at the first shot and
received the second kneeling. Then
he toppled backward, and lay in a
twitching heap against the drawers
below the bunk, groaning and cough­
ing. Gregory, with averted face,
gave him another shot behind the ear,
and another through the mouth, and
then went out, sick and faint shut­
ting the stateroom door behind him.
He sat for a long time beside the
table, absolutely spent, and still hold­
ing the revolver in his hand. He was
shaking in a chill, though the temper­
ature was over 80, and the cabin,
when he had first entered it, had
seemed to him overpoweringly hot
and stifling. He warmed himself
with a nip of gin. He looked over his
clothes for a trace of blood, and
was thankful to find none. He took
off his coat he examined the soles of
his shoes. No "blood! Thank God, no
He went on deck and cast the re­
volver overboard, standing at the taff
rail and watching it sink. Even in
the time he had been below the wind
had risen it was blowing great guns
to seaward, the lagoon itself was
white and broken as far as the eye
could reach. Aboard his own schoon­
er they were busy housing the top­
masts, and the yeo-heave-yeo of
straining voices warned him that
Cracroft was hoisting in the boats
and making everything snug.
Gregory leaned against the wheel
and tHed to think. To throw Hor­
ble's body overboard would be to ac­
complish nothing. The blood, the
shot holes, the disordered cabin,
would all betray him. To scuttle the
schooner with a stick of dynamite was
a better plan, but that iiftolved"*'r§.
turning to the Northern Light, with
tM|v jipsliUUity til Madge coming off
in the interval and discovering the.
that appalled him. Besides, what
ever happened, he had another rea
son for keeplng the truth from Madge.
The fact of Hqrble's death, even if
she, thought it. accidental, would
shock her to thecore. jt wasln
conceivable that shewould fe$l. any­
thing- but horror stricken* whether
she judged her former lover innocent
or not She might, exMK undergo ft
terrible remorse At such a moment
how little likely ahe would be to give
way to him! Of course she would re­
fuse. Any woman would refuse.
Every restraining influence would be
massed against him. No, his only
hope lay in getting her aboard his
schooner and out of the lagoon be­
fore the least suspicion could dawn
upon. her. Once away,'and it might
be two years ^bifclore she might even
hear of Hqrhle's' death. Once away,
and the empty seas would keep his
secret. Xince 'a-way—
He studied thtf weather with a new
and consughiagHtmxiety. How could
he manage oto get out -at alii or pick
a course through the middle channel!
It was thick with coral rocks, and in
a day so overcast the keenest eye
aloft would be at fault. And out­
side, what then? Already it was
working up a hurricane. To run be­
fore lit would be courting death.
But to stake Madge's- life!'1 Madge,
whom4' he loved so dearly! Madge,
for whom he would have-'died!
And yet there- was something sub­
lime in the thought of taking her in
his arms and driving before the gale,
the storm sails treble reefed on the
bending yards, the decks awash from
end to end, Madge beside him, the
pitchy night in front, the engulfing
seas behind to swim or sink, to ride
or smother, accepting their fate to­
gether, and, if need be, drowning at
the last in each other's arms.
He looked toward the settlement
and saw a crowd of natives pushing
a whaleboat into the water looked
again, and saw old Maka taking his
place in the stem sheets and assist­
ing a woman in" beside him. Tie
woman! It needed no second glaute
to tell him it was Madge. He b&d
never counted on her coming off In
company. Fool liiat he was, he had
taken it for granted that' she would
be alone. Everything, in fact turn-id
on her being alo/ie. Then, with
start, he remembered his own dinghy,
and how it would betray him. He td
made it fast on the schooner's star­
board quarter, ?ar the little ac­
commodation ladder. Going on his
hands and knees, lest his head should
be seen above the shallow rail, he un­
loosed the painter, worked the bo^.t
astern, and drew it again to port.
Then he crouched down in the alley­
way and waited.
A few minutes later and the whaler
was bumping against the schooner's
side. It might have been bumping
against Gregory's heart, so agonizing
was the suspense as he lay breathHiss
and cramped between the coffinlike
width of the house and rail.
"It was kind of you to bring me
off. Maka," said Madge.
The old Hawaiian laughed mu­
sically in denial. "No, no!" he cried.
"You must ccme below and see the
captain," said Madge.
Gregory was fn a cold sweat of. ap­
"Too much storm," said M&ka,
doubtfully. "I go home now, and put
rocks on the church roof."
"Five minute* won't matter," snid
Madge. ...
Again Gregory trembled. *.
"More better I go home quick,"
said Maka. "No rocks, no roof!"
The boat showed off, the, crew strik­
ing up a song. Mrdge seemed to re­
main standing at the gangway where
they had left her. Gregory felt by
instinct that she was gazing at the
Northern Light, and that as she gaaed
she sighed that she was lost in rav
erie and was loath to go below.
He rose stiffly from his hiding
place. Even as he did so it came
over him that he was extraordinarily
tired—so tired -tint he swayed as he
stood and looked at her.
"Madge!" he sa'd ia almost a whis­
per. "Madge!"
She turned instantly, paling as she
saw who confronted her.
"Greg!" she c?ted.
fTT'lu IT I' |sf .Tr Til
"^$br 4 moment they.stared at each
other speechless. Then he leaped on
the house and ran to her, she shrink
k8®* from^ him as me tried.to take
her hands. «.•* yl
"You must not!" she, cried, he
W^uld have kissed her. 0 "Greg, you
musthot! l'm marriedis ItVtil^dif*
re A
He tried to put his arms around
her, but ^she pushed him fiercely back.
Her eyesr were'flashing and her bosom
rose and fell.
"I'm Joe's wife,", she said.
Then, from his face*, she seemed to
divine something.
"Whet have you done to Joe?" she
cried. She would have passed him,
but he stopped her.
"No, no!" lie protested.
"Let me go, or I shall eall him," she
broke out. "You shan't insult me!
You shan't kiss me!"
He was kissing her even as he held
her back, evien as she fought and
struggled with him—on the lips, on
the neck, on her black, loosened hair,
now tangling and flying 'in the wind.
He was so weak that she soon got the
better of him—so weak and dizzy that
he did not guard himself as she struck
him on the mouth with her little
doubled-up fist.
He put his hand to his lip and
found it bleeding. He showed her
what she had done. She drew back,
and regarded him with mingled pity
and exultation.
"Now will you let me go?" she
"Madge," he returned, "Joe's drunk
in his berth. I made him drunk,
Madge. I had to talk to you, alone,
and there was no other way."
She was stung to the quick. Her
husband's shame was hers, and it was
somehow plain that Horble had been
at fault before. She never thought
to doubt Greg's word, though his cal­
lousness revolted her.
"What is it you want to say?" she
said at -last in an altered voice.
"To ask you to forgive me."
"For what? for taking advantage of
Joe's one falling?"
"No for leaving you the way I
"I'll never do that, Greg—never,
never, never!"
"Your father—"
"Don't try to blame my father,
"I blame only myself."
"Why have you come back to tor­
ture me?" she exclaimed. "You said
it was forever. You cast me off, when
I cried and tried to keep you. You
said I'd never see you again."
"I was a fool, Madge."
"Then accept the consequences, and
leave me alone."
"And if I can't-1-"
She looked him squarely in the
eyes. "I am Joe's wife," she said.
"Madge," he said, "I am not try­
ing to defend myself. I'm throwing
myself on your mercy. I'm begging
you, on my kneeB, for what I threw
away. I—"
"You've broken my heart," she
said "why should I mind if you
break yours?"
"Madge," he cried, "in ten minutes
we can be aboard the Northern
Light and under weigh in an hour
we can be outside the reef in two,
and this cursed island will sink for­
ever behind us,, and no one here will
ever see us again or know whither we
have gone. Let us follow the gale,
and push into new seas, among new
people—Tahiti, Marquesas," the Pearl
islands—where we shall win back our
lost happiness, and find our love only
the stronger for what we've suf­
She pointed to the windward sky.
"I think I know the port we'd make."
"Then make it," he cried, "and go
down to it in each other's arms."
For a moment she, looked at him in
a sort of exaltation. She seemed to
hesitate no longer. Her hot hands
reached for his, and he felt in her
quick and tumultuous breath the first
token of her surrender. Herself a
child of the sea, brought up from in­
fancy among boats and ships, her
hand as true on the tiller, her spark­
ling eyes as keen to watch the luff of
a sail as any man's, she knew as
well as Gregory the hell that await­
ed them outside. To accept so ter­
rible an ordeal seemed like a purifi­
cation of her dishonor. If she died,
she would die unstained if she lived,
it would be after such a bridal that
would obliterate her tie to the sot
below. Then, on the eve of her giv­
ing way, as every line in her body
showed her longing, as her head
drooped as though to find a resting
place On the breast of the man she
loved, she suddenly called up all her
resolution and tore herself free.
"I'm Joe's wife!" she said.
Gregory faltered as he tried again
to plead with her.
"You gave me to him," she burst
Where's Madge.
out. "I'm his, Greg, .. I will not be­
tray my husband for any man^"
Again he besought her to go with
him. But the moment of her madr
ness had passed.
He sat down on the rail instead, his
eyes defying hers.
She stepped aft and his heart stood
still as she seemed on the point of
descending the companion. But she
had another purpose in mind. Throw­
ing aside the gaskets, she stripped
the sail covers off the mainmast and
began with practiced hands to reef
down to the. third reef. Then she
went forward and did the same to the
knowing ly or how, accept that b$
was helping Madge, Gregory, like
in a dream, was pulling with her
opi the halyards of both sails. The
wind thundered in thqm as they rose
the main boom jerked violently at
the sheet and lashed to and fro the
width of the deck Ihe anchtqrf chain
fretted and sawed in the hawse hole
"Get Into! Your Bloat."
the whole schobner strained and
creaked and shook to the keelson.
Gregory, in amazement, asked Madge
what she was doing.
"Going to sea, Greg," she said.
"Alone?" he cried. ."Alone?"
"Joe and I," she said.
It was on his tongue to tell her
Joe was dead but, though he tried,
he could not do. so. It wasn't in
flesh and blood to tell her he had
killed her husband. He could only
look at her helplessly, and, say over
and over again: "To sea!"
"Greg," she said, "I mean to leave
you while I am brave—while I am yet
able to resist—while I can still re­
member I am Joe's wife!"
"And drown," he said.
"What do I care if I do?" she re­
turned. "What do I care for any­
"If it's to be one or the other," he
said, "I'll go myself. With my big
schooner I'd have twice the chance
you'd have."
She put her arms round his neck
and kissed him.
"You sweet traitor," she said, "you'd
play me false!"
He protested vehemently that he
would not deceive her.
"Besides," she said, "I could risk
myself, but I couldn't bear to risk
you, Greg."
He tried a last shot. The words
almost strangled in his throat.
"And Joe?" he said. "Have you no
thought of Joe?"
"Joe loves me," she said—"loves
me a thousand times better than you
ever did. Joe's man enough to
chance death rather than lose his
"But I won't let you go!" saidGreg­
"You can't stop me," she returned.
He caught her rotuid the body ahd
tried to hold her, but she- -fought
herself free. His strength was
gone he was as feeble as a child
in the course of those short hours
something semed to have snapped
within him. Even Madge was start­
led at his weakness.
"Greg, you're ill!" she cried, as he
staggered and caught at a backstay to
save himself from falling. He sat
down on the house and tried to keep
back a sob. Madge stooped and
looked anxiously into his face. She
had known him for two years as a
man of unusual sternness and self
control obstinate, reserved, willful
and moody, yet one that gave al­
ways the impression of unflinching
courage and resolution. It was inex­
plicable now to see him crying like a
woman, his square shoulders bent and
heaving, his sinewy hands opening
and shutting convulsively.
"You're ill," she repeated. "I'll go
down and fetch you something."
This pulled him together. "I'm all
right, Madge," he said, faintly. "I
suppose it's just a touch of the old
fever. See, it's passing already."
She watched him in silence. Then
she stepped forward, dropped down
the forecastle hatchway, and reap­
peared with an ax. While he was won­
dering what she meant to do, she raised
it in the air and crashed it down on
the groaning anchor chain. It parted
at the first blow, and the Edelweiss,
now adrift, blundered broadside on
to leeward.
Madge ran aft, brought the schoon­
er up in the wind, and cried out to
Gregory to get into his boat.
He said sullenly he wouldn't do any­
thing of the kind.
She lashed the wheel and came up
to him.
"I mean it, Greg," she said.
"You are going to your death,
Madge," he said.
"Get. into your boat!" she re­
He rose, and slowly began to obey,
"You may kiss me good-by, Greg,"
she said.
She put up her face to his their
lips met. Then, with her arm around
him, she half forced, half supported
him to the port quarter, where his
boat was slopping against the side.
He wanted to resist he wanted to
cry out and tell her the truth, but a
strange, leaden powerlessness be­
numbed him. He got into the dinghy,
drew in the dripping painter she
cast after him, and watched, her ease
the sheet and set the vessel scudding
for the passage. With her black hair
flying ih the wind, her bare i&rms
resting lightly on the wheel, her
straight girlish, supple figure bending
with the. heel of thP, d£cfe, she never
faltered nor looked bade as the water
whitened and boiled in the schooner's
Gregory came to himself in his own
cabin. Cracroft the.mate, was bend­
ing over him with a bottle of whisky.
The Malita steward was chafing Ids
naked feet. Overhead the rush and
roar of the gale broke pitilessly on
his ears. .*
"The Edelweiss!" he gasped "the
"Went down an how ago,, sir," said
Craeroft -grimlr^'^m#^^
SI—Pop, the old red caow hei
kicked the bucket!
H|^-J?-riishtan, wo^ldn^ tuk ?40
fer thet caow!1 itod she away in
Si--Sh® passed away in pieces, yep!
The bid fttle kicked thet bucket o* stuff
FW So tew blow up stumps with!
Many people look upon paint buy*
ing as a lottery and so it is, the way
they do it. It is not necessarily so,
however. Pure White Lead and lin­
seed oil are the essential elements of
good paint Adulterants in white lead
can be easily found by the use of a
blowpipe. Adulterations in linseed oil
can be detected with a fair degree of
certainty. See that these two elements
are pure and properly put on and the
paint will stay put.
National Lead Company, Wood
bridge, Building, New York City, will
send a blowpipe outfit and instruc­
tions for testing both white lead and
linseed oil, on request.
Paving the Way.
"George," said the pretty girl, "I
know you're awful bashful."
This was portentous, with leap year
so new. He blushed assent
"And you'd have proposed to me ex­
cept for that?"
This, too, he was bound to acknowl­
"Well, I would have accepted," she
went on, "and so that's settled."
Discussing the matter later she ex­
pressed a natural pride that she had
not taken any advantage of the sea­
Just a Deduction.
A polite little girl was dining one
day with her grandmother. Every­
thing at the table was unusually
dainty and unexceptionable, but on
this occasion the little girl found a
hair in her fish.
"Grandma," she said, sweetly, "what
kind of fish is this?"
"Halibut, my dear."
"Oh," replied the child, "I thought
perhaps it was mermaid."
hm J. CBuraT makM oath that he aentov
of (he Arm of F. J. CIHIT A Co., doing
tlneM la jHrCltr of Toledd. County and Stau
aforaaatd, ail ttit uld firm will pay the ram of
ONE HUNJSUij^.DOLLARS for each and every
eaae of CATASaa that cannot be eared by the uae of
Sworn to SHfonriBe and subicrihed in my pretence,
Ihla 6th day et December, •. D„ 1886.
Ball's Catarrh Core (a taken Internally and acta
directly on {he blood and mucous surfaces of the
system. 8ei»~for testimonial!, free.
F. J. CHENEY A CO., Toledo, O.
Sold by aU DrsKgUts, 73c.
Taka Hall's Family Pills for constipation,
Perseverance Essential.
There, is a certain point, of pro
flcieriey a£ which~an acquisition begins
to be of use, and unless we have the
time and resolution necessary to reach
that point, our labor is as completely
thrown away as that of a mechanic
who began to make an engine but
never finished it—P. G. Hamerton.
Important to 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 30 Y^ears.
The Kind You Have Always Bought
She Didn't Understand.
"Can you tell your present fiance's
ring?" inquired the romantic girl as
the door bell sounded.
"Why, certainly," answered her prac­
tical friend. "It's the newest of tht
U. 8. Dip, Wash and Disinfectant
The best and cheapest,
1 gallon makes 100
fals. Dip, wash or spray, 1 gal. 75c 3 gal.
•2.25 5 gals. |3. Write for 32 page booklet.
Ship ns your Hides, Furs. Pelts, Wool, etc
N. W. Hide ft Fur Co., Minneapolis, Minn
Modern Explanation.
Freshman—Did your father cut youi
allowance on account of that lark?
Sophomore—No indeed probably on
account of some business misconduct
of his in the past.
It Cures While You Walk.
Allen's Foot-Ease is a certain cure far
hot, sweating, callous, and swollen, aching
feet. Sold by all Druggists. Price 25c. Don's
accept any substitute. Trial package FREE.
Address Allen B. Olmsted, lie Roy, N. Y.
Life More Than a Treadmill.
Life ought not to be a treadmill,
and when it appears to be such there
ts something wrong:
Digestive Tablets.
From your druggist, or the Garfield
Tea Co., Brooklyn, N. T. 25c per bottle.
When. Jealousy gets busy love takes
a vacation..
assis&^pne movercoming
permanently^ To its
oene|icial effectsjwy
|io Sraup Co*

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