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Br W. W. JACOBS The Peacemaker (Copyright, Dodd, Haad Cooptci.) The harbor was crowded with fish Ing boats, and fresh arrivals were com ing in every few minutes. Until the entrance was reached they came scud ding along with every appearance of haste, but then their mainsails came tumbling down to the deck, and the boats with sufficient way left on them moved easily over the still water, and felt their way to a berth. Small boats conveyed the fish to the quay, where embryo fishermen were appraising the catch with a wisdom beyond their years. In the small market, a short, red faced man with a scrubby beard walked in a disparaging fashion from heap to heap, using a favorite briar in lieu of a hammer to knock down such fish as found bidders. The lat ter were few and wary, and turning a deaf ear to eloquence expressed opin ions distasteful to an auctioneer's ear in crude English. "That's Joe Gubbs' catch," he bawled. "S'elp me, I'd know that man's luck anywhere." He turned the fish over scornfully with his foot, and, with a severe glance at the hapless Gubbs, moved away to something more salable. "Where d'ye get 'em from, Gubbs?" inquired an aggravating voice. "We never get such things in our nets. I've never seen some o' them things afore." "There's a lot you ain't seen, Bob Tarbut," said Gubbs, turning upon him, "and what you do see don't do you much good." He jumped back suddenly as the fist of the sensitive Tarbut shot sud denly out, and treading on a small fish whirled round wildly with his hands in the air in the effort to re tain his balance, and sat down heavily. The bystanders instantly separated into two groups, and two or three anxious sympathizers helped the fallen man to his feet, and indicated those parts of Tarbut's frame which in their opinion were least adapted to offer re sistance to his fist. "Stand up," said Gubbs, sternly, as he shook himself free from these friends. "I am a-standin' up!" said Tarbut, breathing hard. The two combatants approached each other stealthily, and, maneuver ing round the heaps of fish, struck safely at each other over these con venient barriers. "Get 'em in the road," said an ex cited voice, "they can't 'urt each other here." A dozen kindly hands helped them there, and finding too much strategy for sport in a large ring, at the bidding of the resourceful individual who had last spoken, gradually made it smaller 'I "Did I Kill 'Im?" Hte Inquired, in a Whisper. and smaller. Two or three small blows warmed the combatants, and they set to work in earnest. Then Gubbs, under a heavy blow from Tar but, went to the ground and stayed there. It was three minutes before he came thoroughly round, and then he sat up in a dazed fashion and looked rouiid for his opponent. "Did I kill 'im?" he inquired, in a whisper. "No, not quite," said one of his friends, gently. Gubbs rubbed his eyes, "What are they patting him on the back for?" he inquired, eying the group who were making a fuss over Tarbut. 'Cos he's won," said his friend. Gubbs staggered to his feet. "It's no good," said the landlord of the "Three Fishers," who had run over to the scene of the fray "you wasn't properly trained, you know. Now, look 'ere. If you put yourself In my hands, in three weeks you can beat him hol ler." "You do as Mr. Larkins ses, Joe," said his friend, Impressively. For the next five minutes, heedless of the assertions of both men that they wouldn't fight any. more, bets were freely taken, Tarbut, In view of his recent success, being a hot fa vorite. A Jarring element was Introduced Into the proceedings by a small, elderly man wearing a piece of bluet ribbon, who, pushing his way in eagerly, in quired what It was all about. Nobody t^^xyr^^3«a."saf% troubling to give him a correct an swer, he tried to solve it for himself, and was then caught, just in the nick of time, frying make the enemies shafcethaiidsl? You go off to your mothers' meet| ing, Peter Morgan," said an incensed voice. "There's a purse o' fifteen and si* made up for the., winner," said Larkins,^ turning away and whispering thief news* to Gubbs. "The sfq£?f6iS the picnic']^ be made known later on. Them what's in the know is respectfully asked to keep their mouths shut to save trouble all round.", A comfortable meal and a gobd night's rest restored Mr. Gubbs to his wonted serenity of mind, and he awoke at six o'clock feeling determined to shake hands with Tarbut and let the matter drop. A persistent hammer ing at the door, which gradually got louder and louder, interfering with his meditations, he roused Mrs. Gubbs, whov was sleeping peacefully, and with some asperity bade her get up and stop it. "It's Mr. Larkins, Joe," said the lady, hastily withdrawing her head from the window. "Halloa!" said Larkins, looking up. "This won't do, you know. You're wast ing time. You ought to be up and otot now." "I've changed my mind," said Gubbs, leaning out and speaking in a low voice to defeat the intentions of Mrs. Gubbs, who was looking. "I dreamt I killed Tarbut, an' it's give me such a fright that I've resolved not to fight." "That's all right," said Larkins, briskly "dreams always go by con traries." "Well, there ain't much comfort in that," said Gubbs, sharply, anxious to get back to his warm bed. "You dress and come down," said the imperious Larkins. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself after all the trouble I'm taking on your behalf." Mr. Gubbs rubbed his eyes and pon dered. "What's the towel for?" he demanded, suspiciously. "Rub you down with after you've bathed," said the other. "Bathed?" said Mr. Gubbs, with em phasis. "Bathed? What for?" "Training," replied Mr. Larkins. "Hurry up." "I don't believe old Bullock's going to make Tarbut bathe," said Gubbs, shivering "it's weakening." "Shoulders back," said the small publican. "Head up." He led the way down to the beach, and, ignoring the looks of aversion which Mr. Gubbs bestowed upon the silver sea, stood by while he disrobed and picked his way painfully over the shingle to the edge of the water. It was a bright morning, but somewhat chill and Mr. Gubbs' breathless gasp ings furnished an excellent clew to the temperature of the water. "You'll feel better when you've had your run," said Larkins, cheerily. 'Ad my w-w-wot?" inquired Mr. Gubbs, staring at him, offensively, and rubbing himself furiously with the towel. "Your run," repeated Larkins, stern ly. "You don't want your coat. I'll hold that. And mind, I don't want you to go running like a steam engine or a runaway horse." "I wasn't going to," said Gubbs. His manner was so dictatorial that Mr. Gubbs, remembering in time his score at the "Three Fishers," swal lowed something he was going to say —and it was nearly strong enough to choke him—and get off at a strange, weird gait toward the indicated goal. He reached it at last, and after a long two minutes started back again in response to the semaphore-like ap peals of the enthusiastic Larkins. "Only two cups of tea with your breakfast," continued Larkins, solemn ly, "and no greens for dinner, and I'll send you in one pint of old ale every day free gratis." The battle was -fixed for a Saturday evening, the two trainers, after much wordy warfare, having selected a site which Mr. Larkins insisted had been made purposely by Nature with a view to affairs of the kind. Lofty cliffs hid it from view, and the ground it self consisted of turf so soft and spongy that Larkins predicted that Tarbut would bounce up from it like an india-rubber ball. The principals expressed themselves as satisfied, though their niggardliness in the mat ter of thanks for the trouble which had been taken over the arrangements formed food for conversation for the trainers all the way home. The boats got in early on Friday aft. ernoon with their fish. The catch was small and soon disposed of, and the attentive trainers, rescuing their men from admirers, who were feeling their arms and putting leading questions as to their wind and state of mind, sent them indoors with concise instructions as to how they were to spend the last evening. Larkins officiously sent his man off for a short, sharp walk after his tea, and later on, going to the quay, found that Bullock had given his man the same instructions. "What I want is fair play and no favor," said Mr. Larkins "it's to be a genuine sporting affair. No bad blood or anything of that kind. After the little affair, all what go to see it are welcome to one drink at my ex pense." "It's time my man was back," said Bullock, looking up the froad which led over the cliffs. "I told him to go just as far as the ground and back." "Old Peter Morgan's gone down to the place, too, I think," piped a small lad in huge boots. "I saw 'im follow ing of Tarbut" The landlord of the "Three Fishers" started uneasily... "It's on jny mind," he said, in, a melancholy voice, "that that blessed old teetotaier'il have the thing stopped. He'll tell the police or something." Conversation became general, and in view of the nearness of the event, animated, but still the two gladiators failed to put in, an appearance. "He's pverdoing it, that's what he is," said Mr. Larkins, referring to the ardent Gubbs. "You can'ave a man too willing. He'll go and knock liis self up." The small boy came up, his big boots clattering over the stones, and, shading his eyes with his hands, gazed along the road. The other men, following his, saw threie men advanc ing lovingly arm-in-arm towards them. "It—it can't be old Morgan with 'em," said Mr. Larkins. "It is, though," said the old fisher* man, peering through screwed-up eyes. 'i They've made Jt up t, 1 through old Peter, that's. wpt they've done. He's been talking^ Wind getting at '©inland now^there -won*t be ho light."* His disappointed auditors groaned' in, chorus. "Won't there," said Larkins/ a^agely. "Ho—won't Jther^ You! PgjfJ think mp and mj^ friend,jBullock,J are going to .giaye^thtree weeks, ttf^nothing, dp you?",. n.i ''There won't be no light," repeated old man. "Look how loving they All three of 'em as close togeth er as sweethearts." The advancingJ trio 'certainljr bdre out the old man's words to the letter. Mr. Peter Morgan was .in the center, and appeared to be half-embracing his companions. -i "Why, they can hardly walk,".said Bullock "they've been-too far." "Yes, that's what it. is," said Larking, in a hollow voice. "Seems to me," said the boy, slowly* "that they've 'ad a bit of a scrap al ready." "Which is. Gubbs?" demanded. Lar kins at last, in an unnatural voice.. The figure on Morgan's right arm managed to open an eye and to twist Off at a Strange, Weird Gait, Toward* the Indicated Goal. its swollen lips into something intend ed for a smile. "What 'ave you been doing?" vocif erated the incensed landlord. "Flghtln'r" said Gubbs, speaking with some difficulty,- "it's all over now. It was a draw, and we're going to halve the money between us." "Oh, are you?" said Larkins, bitter ly. "Well, you won't have a d—d ha'penny of ft. What do you: mean by it? Eh?" "I'll tell you all about it," said Mor gan, who was looking radiantly happy "I saw Tarbut going up' the road, and I followed him and talked to him, and by and by up comes Gubbs, and 1 talked to him. Then I found out what, of course, I knew before, that all you men were trying to induce these poor souls to knock each other about for money." Tarbut gave a faint groan of con firmation. "Then they both started to peel," continued Mr. Morgan. "Why didn't you stop 'em?" inquired the ex-coastguard "it was your duty as a Christian to stop 'em." "I thought it was better for 'em to fight like that than to make a brutal exhibition of themselves," said Mit. Morgan, with dignity. "It was a re volting spectacle, shocking, and I'm glad and thankful there was nobody there but me to see Jem make such brutes- of themselves." A threatening murmur broke from the crowd. Mr. Larkins bent savagely over to Mr. Bullock and whispered in his ear. "When time was called"—said Mr. Morgan. "Who called it?" inquired a voice, with the accent of one making a point. "I did," said Mr. Morgan. The peacemaker sighed, and, turn ing, led his charges gently away. The crowd watched them as far as the "Three Fishers," and observing that they detached themselves by force from their guide and friend, crossed the road and followed them in. NOT A CLASS TO BE PITIED. American Farmers Satisfied and Hap py, and Seemingly Require No' Co serat tori Apparently Roosevelt's commission to inquire into the joys and sorrows o4 country life is traveling a rough road. Some otf-4he farmers and agricultural papers do- not appear^ to-appreciate that list of questions huri£ 'but for them to answer. They resent the idea as a suggestion that they have to tw looked after, like "the blind, the lam« and the lazy." To question twelve, asking "if tbii farmers and their wives get together with their neighbors for entertain ment and social intercourse as mnel as they mljght do," one old farmer fa cetiously remarked: "We get together too often we are bettor a'paYt We^RS about eadh other too much:" 1 Another query elicted the reply? "Why don't you make inquiries in your own home? What do you and your wife do? How about your own family? Don't you think you could do something better than stand around and ask questions that seem a trifle impertinent?" The final conclusion of the old farm er was that there was not much tliat could be added for the betterment of life on the term, whicH, according to him, was an endless round of joy when strangers did not "butt in:'' He states that "all we need is more we have got. We are born healthy, live frugally, marry the best we cah, divorce seldom, obey the law (we don't need much law in the country), vote as,we'v$ a mind to—most of the time are long 6n common sense, fad don't ask' impertinent questions strangers."—National lip^n ^BP- HE RETURNS HOME Home again from a foreign shore! Gee, but I have heard that old song sung a thousand times but never re alized what it meant, and I had rather hear some rag time music, any time, but after being away from this little old United States for nearly a year, in Africa and every other dark conti nent that we could find, sailing in air ships and on bum steamers, and see ing no flag that I cared two whoops for, to sail into old New York harbor, and have the statue of liberty get up in her nightie on a bright morning at daylight and seem to be waving a bath towel as a welcome, *nd smiling a breezie smile, and waving a sure enough torch, I just "Peuuked" and the tears came to my eys, but what settled me the worst was to have the Ainerican "fliags run up on the fort and everywhere at sunrise, with the beauti ful colors seeming to say, "Come on, you wandering duffers, and take up your work at home after your vaca tion, and get busy, cause we are in need of help." Gosh, every sky scraper seemed to bow and scrape at us, and when we landed and felt we were on American soil, Pa wanted to get down and kiss the ground like a pilgrim to Mecca. The cowboy wanted to shoot a hack1 driver, and I wanted to tip over an ap ple stand, we were so happy, and when we got down to a hotel and the waiters and servants began to pull our legs for tips, it seemed too good to be true. But we had an awful time getting here. Pa didn't want to be sent home W-A /r ft t'h m&i Pa Lost His Nerve and 8tarted to Make a Get-Away. on a German battleship, because he had lied to the kaiser, and he knew if a battleship landed us it would cause international complications, so he thanked the kaiser, and said we- had rather walk, or -wait until the presi dent sent his .private yacht for us,, and then we skipped for Hamburg, ,and got on board a floating wash tub that looked like an ocean steamer, and when the vessel sailed Pa found we only had money enough to pay for steerage passage and have enough left to hire a hack when we got to New York. Pa said he had always wanted to go in the steerage, and the cow boy said it looked good to him, if there were any steers there, and I told Pa I would be glad to go in the steerage if they would let me steer the boat and he said, "sure, you can hold! the tiller and till all the way over." Well, we got settled in the steerage and for six days and plenty of hours, we lived, on weiners and rye bread that we purloined or embezzled from the baggage of some German emi grants, until I never want to meet a sausage again, and Pa saya he knows he will have hydrophobia when he-gets to drinking water again, and he made me promise that if at any time he. should froth at the mouth and, bark that he was to be tied with ropes and sent to a dog hospital. The weather across was so good that that you couldn't get sea sick, and so we were compelled to keep that sau sage in our systems. We went up on deck, when nobody was looking and went, into the smoking room where hermit the' gambling was "going on, and.'ifiW cowboy sat into & poker gain^Wiw his last ten dollars, and Pa and I walked around the deck. *. A woman had a bull dog tied'with a leash, and when the dog saw Pat seemed to know instinctively that a was full of dog sausage, 'for he growled and Pa started to run. That was where he made a mistake. A |nan who has killed lions by kicking them in the slats, and caught tigers ty the tail -and swung them' aroiirid Until they got dizzy never ought to be-afraid of: a small bull'dog, but'Pa lost his nerve and started to make- a get away, and- the dog dragged the young woman air around the deek, cause she had the leash fastened to her writet, and she yelled and the dog got Pa by the clothes, and' as the young woman passed me on the first lap, sliding on the deck on her stom ach I caught-hold of her foot to hold' her, and just then -all the deck hands and the girl's parents and the officers of the boat came along and they grabbed Pa and held him and let the dog chew him, and they uncuffed me' from the girl's foot, and the father was going to kill Pa and the girl's brother had me by the neck, and then' an explanation was demanded. Pa told how we were walking along and the dog growled and he ran, that was alL Then they asked the girl about it, and of all the colossal liars that ever was, she took the bakery She said she was seated In her steamer chair, dreaming of loved ones at home, when the bald beaded old man came along and began to mash her. She said she tried to avoid him but he insisted on knowing who she was, how much her father was worth, and which pocket he kept his money in. She said she gave him evasive answers, and then he snatched a chatelaine bag on her wrist, and began to drag her towards the railing, and she set her dog on him, and then the boy who was evidently in league with the aged robber grabbed her by the foot, and no doubt was trying to steal her diamond buckle, and she yelled, "help, help," and when succor came she fainted standing up "What have you to say for your self," asked the officer of Pa, and Pp said he wouldn't contradict a, lady, in her presence, but if she would retire to her state room* he would make public announcement that she had con cocted a lie that would beat Unnchaus sens best efforts a city block, and then they toolt us all in the cabin, and wete going to try ua and1 put us in some more irons, but jtist then the cowboy came in from the poker room with a. roll of bills as big as a rolling pin, which he had won at the game, and when he saw that Pa and I were ui* der arrest he came up and said to Pa, "Ambassador, what is the charge against you, I will' pay your fine," and he wet his finger and peeled off a hundred dollar bill, just as you would skin an onion. Then they got scared and asked the cowboy how much at Ian ambassador Pa was* and he itold them Pa pras a roving ambassador, and, SAD STORY OF A WASTED LIFE Man a Lifelong Hermit Because tie Forget (to Malt Letter* Here's a' life-stery In a few lines, told In Answen: "Half a cehtury ago a young Eng lishman, #hlle traveling, met a beau tiful girl and promptly fell in love wtyh her. A few dayis later he re turned. home and his first act was'to write hfr a love letter: In it he told her, that If she regarded his proposal favorably he would expect a reply by the next' mail. To tills letter he received no answer, and so disappoint ed was he that, from that time until his death, which ocCUrred refcently, he shuP himself up in his home and lived like a hermit Most of his time wad spent In reading, and the day after his funeral the heirs began to search the books of his library, for they thought it quite possible that the eccentric old mail might have hidden some bank notes in them. They found ttone. but in a tattered old pamphlet they found another kind of note—the love latter which was written 50 years ago, and which the writer had -forgotten to mail." Inspiration for Paintfrs. jtfot only has Cupid, been made the subject of innumei^ble masterpieces, in marble and bronze Jn different ages, but the god of love, with his in evitable bow and arrows, has served aa a source of inspiration for painters of all nationalities: One of- the most interesting of the canvases portraying Cupid—particularlyinteresting by. reason of its history—is the picture entitled "The Education of Cupid," by the famed Correggio, which now hangs in the Nationals gallery? 1» London. This painting ahowr Mercury seated in a landscape teaching Cupid to *ead. Venus stands beside him. This pic ture was painted in the year 1522 and' after several changes1 of Ownership came into the possession of Charles I. of England. It waa sold: after hta death for the sum of $4,000, and later was owned by Don Manuel Godoy, two days beforfc dined with the han emperor, ai^&that settled it, aU began' to^kow tow to Pa. !*Qi mgm said that the ancient and nonorable funbassador was now .in the study of airships, rfn'd that&'e'tiadi^cently pin* chased ten or fifteen million dollars* worth of ships j# various .countries* Utilize the Skins of Hippopotamuses from the Nile, if» Making Covers for 8ausages. for our government, and he was glad. »the crew on this boat had not been guilty of any indignity to Pa, or. "the cherub," which was me, as he would be sorry to have to report to his friend Teddy, who served with him, the cow boy, in Cuba, that any indignity had been offered the government. Then the girl who had told about me and Pa robbing her, got on her knees in front of Pa and said, "O, kind sir, forgive me for I have lied to these people. You did not insult or annoy I me, and I crave your pardon." Pa said, "A.I1 right, little one,. I knew you were lying all right, but I couldn't guess the motive." ... And then they released Pa and me. The cowboy secured a big stateroom with the money he had won, and said when they came aboard they had been shown to some place down cellar which didn't seem to be first class, and our baggage was brought up, and then we began to eat food, and the pas sengers treated us all right, and Pa had a talk with the girl's father, who is a capitalist from New Jersey, and told him that there was millions In a project to utilize the skins of hippopota muses from the Nile, in making cov ers for sausages, in place of the pres ent sausage skins of commerce, and the man said he had a good many irons in the fire but he wouldn't mind taking a flyer of a million or so in the project of making sausage skins of hippopotamuses hide, and Pa is going to his office in a day or two to organ ize the "American-Africa International Hippopotamuses Hyde Sausage Cover Company—Limited," and now we are at home again, in dear old America, with prosperity staring us in the face, rushing into business involving milt ions, the first day .we arrive. Soon you will never order sausage unless the cover is stamped wity tho name of Pa's company, in gilt letters, and capitalists who want to get in on the ground floor, in this great enter prise, will -have to hurry.- O, this is the greatest country on earth, with more suckers to the acre, on dry land, than any country in the world can show. Walk up and get your stock in Hip popotamus Sausage Skin Company, and push, but don't shove. Business is picking up, Pa is to be president, the cowboy treasurer, the father of the girl will be the. angel, and by gosh/ come to think of it, I guess I will marry the girl. (Copyright, 1909, by W. G. Chapman.) (Copyright in Great Britain.) Explorer's Expedients. "From February to April, 1'908 writes Dr. Sven Hedin in the Graphic, describing his adventures in Thibet, "I disguised myself as a Ladakhi, and blackened my face every night and morning. At critical moments—when Thibetans approached our caravan—I used to run ofter our-drove of 25 sheep and goats, whistling and shouting to keep them together, and playing the part of .sheep driver to the best of my ability. At Shnla, last September, this .part of my 'adventures caused much amusement and "Sven Hedin, the Thi betan Sheep driver," came in for a good deal of good-natured chaff." On^ 81am.. Vaudeville Dancer—Wheh do you goon? Vaudeville Singer—Right after the trained cats. V. D.—Goodness me! Why don't the manager try to vary the monotony of his acts?—Cleveland Leader. Says the Philosopher-of Folly: "The thing that faith cure has cured most people of is faith in the faith cure."'-* from whose collection.it was taken by, Murat 4n the... French .. invasion.:, .and carried to Naples. We next- hear of It as sold by the ex-queen of Naples to the marquis of Londonderry^ and by him in turn It was sold to the Nation-* al gallery for $57,000. Another famous jpalnting is that of Cupid and- Psycho •by Kaulbach, which was in its day one^ |of the gems of the famous A. T. Stew jart collection in New'York city. Mrs. 8cacls Converses. "Yes," continued Mrs. Buncheau iScads, "since we^ become yell off Scads is th' most finicky man ever. He^ has dne o' (,l ^i^yiiii^fimnrryinift^i^i-. NA Vor taaapa In th« Stanch of Six YeanP Standing. waa troubled with cramps in tha stomach for six years. I tried many kinds of medicine, also was treated by three doctors. "They said that I liad nervous dys pepeiai .1 took the medicine for two ye*rs, then got sick again and gave fip all hopes of getting cured. ''I sawa testimonial ofa man case was similar to mine, being cured by Peruna, so thought"! would give It fi tr,ial. I procured a bottle at oncs^ ai)d commenced taking it. "I have taken nineteen bottles, and am, en^ire|y,cured. I believe Peruna Is alt that is claimed for it.*'—Mrs. J. C. Jamison, 61 Merchant 8t., Watson* vllle, Cal. SNAP FOR Jl MM IE. "Oh, Jimmie, our pa's been appoint* ed postmaster!" "Good! Now I won't have ter put. any stamps on de letters I sends yotise!" CHILD ATE CUTICURA OINTMENT. Spread Whole Box of It on Cracker* •—Not the Least Injury Resulted. Cuticura Thus Proven Pure and Swept. A New York friend of Cuticura writes: "My three year old son and heir, after being put to bed on a trip acrosa the Atlantic, investigated the state room and located a box of graham crackers and a box of Cuticura Oint ment. When a search was made for the box, it was found empty and the kid admitted that he had eaten the contents ot the entire box spread on the crackers. It cured him of a had cold'and I don't know what else." No more conclusive evidence could ibe offered that every ingredient of Cu ticura Ointment is absolutely pure, sweet and harmless. If it may be safely eaten by a young child, none but the most beneficial results can be ex pect^ to attend its application to pected to attend its application to even the tenderest skin or youngest Infant. (MM Drag A Chem. Corp^ Sol* Prop*., The Strenuous Blanche. One of Blanche Bates' most intimate friends is telling a rather funny story about this clever actress. "She came into my house one even* lng very much excited, and I said to her: 'Blanche, for heaven's sake, what Is the matter? You seem .to be all gone to pieces.' 'Matter enough,' she answered, as her voice shook with anger. 'I have been accosted by a man in the streets.' 'What did you do?* I asked. "1 hauled off and hit him in the face,' she answered, 'and I said to him: "You dirty dog, would you speak to a defenseless woman?"' 'And where was he when you said this?' I again inquired. "'Rolling in the gutter where he fell when I hit him,' she said, in a surprised tone at my question."—To ledp. A Dubious Tribute. The young theological student who had been supplying the Rushby pul pit for two Sundays looked wistfully at Mrs. Kingman, his hostess for the time being. "Did you like the sermon this morning, if I may ask?" he ln quired. "You done'real wellwith the material] you selected," said Mrs. Kingman, with much cordiality. "As I said to Zenas on the way liome, 'I've heard a dozen or more sermons preached on that text, and this young man's the first one that ever made me realize how difficult 'twas to explain.' Youth's Companion. Tne secret or success. The motto of success was given in this tale, told at a banquet: A Swede among the miners in the west was noted for- always striking pay dirt His fellows thought that there must be some secret to the un usual success of the Swede and ques tioned him as to how he always suc ceeded in finding the spot where the gold cropped out. "Veil, Ay don't know ef Ay can tell anytang 'bout dat," answered Ole. "Ay only know dat Ay yust keep on dig* gin'."—Milwaukee Free Press. 8ISTER'8 TRICK But It All Came Out Right. How a sister played a trick that brought rosy health to a coffee fiend is an interesting tale: "I was a coffee fiend—a trembling, nervous, physical wreck, yet clinging to the poison that stole away my strength. I mocked, at ^ostum and would have none^of it, "One day my' sister, substituted a cup of Postum piping'hot for my morn ing cup of coffee but did not tell me what it was. I noticed the richness of it and remarked that the coffee tasted fine but. my sister did not tell mo was drinking Postum for fear I might not take any more. M8he nswrfaui^edr |u»* man doors to keep his cigars In, and !th' other day. he bought a clock with one o*^ them autoer&tic denunicators that calls th' hour to say nothin' about having th' walls tf his den done over in dunlap and th' floor covered with administer rugs." "If you wants to see de bright side ol .Ufe/' s|dl y^clf Eben, .f'you's got to. be willin' to pnt In a llttle patlence an* hard work to help keep It polished UP." kept the secret and kept gi.v- inr me Postum iastead of coffee until I grew stronger,-more-tireless,*got a better color in my saUow cheekf. pnd a clearness .to,my eyes,, then she told mo,, qf., tl* bealtl&vihife,v,negro* strengthening life-saver she had glTm mt In. pla$e o{ lpy morning c^|ee. From thirt time became a disciple of Postum and ho words bail do jctstico In telling tho gobd this cereal drink 41ftHie. I wUl not W to tell it, for only after having used it can one bo convinced of its merits." Ten days' trial shows Postum's pow er to rebuild what ebffefe has de stroyed. "There's a Reason." Look in pkgs. for the fsmous llttlf