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[Copyright, iSSB, by S. S. McClure.] CHAPTER I. — Continued. A few moments sufficed to dress the cut proper!}*, and after turning over the knife and revolver to the authorities, to aid in identifying the two robbers, Tom was about to start for his hotel when his new acquaintance said, blunt ly: “Hold on a minute. I’d like to know the name of the man who stood by an old chap to-night and saved my life. How did you happen along so handy like?” “My name is Tom Scott, and I hap pened to hear those men planning to rob somebody, so I kept an eye on them. That’s all.” “No, it ain’t all, by a long chalk,” was the hearty response. “You did more’n that, and I might be chucked into the dock before this only for your pluck. My name is John Avery, and I’m pretty well known along the water front as a man of my word. If I can ever do you a good turn you can count on me. Live here in the city?” “No, I’m just from New Hampshire,” said Tom. “Looking for work?” “No, I’m trying to find a chance to get to the Klondike.” “Then, by thunder, you needn’t look »»ny longer,” was the prompt reply, “be cause I’m bound there myself, and you shall go with me if you want to. I wouldn’t ask a better mate than you. Where are you stopping?” Tom mentioned the name of his hotel and the other said at once: “All right. Let’s go there and talk this thing over.” Half an hour later they were seated in the smoking room and Tom’s modest story was told. When he had finished his friend said: “That’s a good, straight yarn, and some day I may have one to tell you that will open your eyes. All I need to say now is that my name is John Avery. I’m an old 49-er without wife or child, and I’m bound for the Klondike to get my pile. It’s waiting for me there, all right. I’ve taken passage on a sailing vessel because I like the water and hate the cars. Besides, there is no use getting there before spring. I will pay your passage - out on the same vessel, and you can keep your little pile. If the Yukon camps are anything like the old Jays in California, you’ll need it all and more, too. We’ll call it a loan or anything you like, and you can pay me when you strike a rich claim.” Tom protested faintly, but he was overwhelmed at the prospect, and soon yielded. “We’ll see about getting your passage *he first thing in the morning,” said -\very, “and now, as my old head is lying me particular fits, I guess I’ll get • . bed here and turn in. I was calcu lating to sleep on board to-night, but I’ll wait for daylight before I try that trip again.” Then, pressing Tom’s hand warmly, the old miner said: “Good night, mate. You oughter 6leep well after saving a man’s life, and money, too. Do you know I have $3,000 in my clothes, and but for you it wouldn’t be there now.” There was a suspicious moisture in his eyes, as he turned hastily and left the room, leaving Tom to his pleasant thoughts. lie could hardly realize all that had been crowded into the few hours since his arrival, and his sleep was broken by fitful dreams, in which revolvers and robbers played prominent roles. CHArTER 11. TOM MEETS AN OLD ENEMY. When Tom Scott awoke the following morning his side was stiff and sore, but by the time he had dressed and made his way downstairs he had almost for gotten the wound in the realization of the fact that the way had been miracu lously opened for him to reach the gold region. He found the old miner waiting for him in the smoking-room, and as he entered the latter arose and greeted him heartily, saying: “Good morning, Scott. How is the side to-day? Pretty sore, isn’t it? My headpiece is rather tender, too, from the clip I got, but they’ll both have time to heal before the voyage is over. Come on, let’s get a good square meal and then we’ll go down to the vessel. I hope she'll be ready to sail to-day. All ray stuff's been on board for a week now. Y'ou’ll want a few duds, too, I dare say, for the trip.” After a hearty meal the two men pro ceeded to the wharf, and as they reached the scene of the previous night’s struggle the elder man said, quietly: “I’ll never forget this place as long as I live. If those rascals had only dreamed what I carried with me they’d have finished their bloody work and I’d have been down there.” As be spoke he pointed significantly toward the icy water in the dock and then added: “The money was nothing, but—” He broke off suddenly and led the way in silence until they reached the vessel, where the captain, a grizzled old salt, was pacing the deck and urging the stevedores to greater efforts. The Seabird was a trim built craft of about 600 tons. The cook was flying about the deck in his white apron, the second mate was hard at work below, and as the two men stepped on board the captain said, cheerily: “Good morning, Mr. Avery. We’re about ready, you see. The wind is fair, and if nothing happens we’ll be under way by dinner time. The mate has gone back on me and I’ve sent after another man.” In a few words the miner informed the old seadog of his adventure the pre ceding evening, adding: “This is Mr. Thomas Scott, who saved my life. If it hadn’t been for him you’d have sailed without me, and now you’ve got to take him too. He’ll pay the same as I do, and share my stateroom. Is it a bargain?” “He’s welcome,” was the curt reply, “as long as he’s to bunk in with you. Fve no other spare berth.” “Good,” exclaimed Avery. “Come on, Scott, we’ll have to hurry up and get your stuff.” Tom’s companion was an old traveler, and knew exactly what was required for the voyage, as well as where to ob tain it, and when the tug came along side at noon our hero had a well-filled chest of clothing below, and stood on deck watching the operation of getting under way. “Make'that hawser fast lively!” shouted a harsh voice near him, and Tom turned to see a short, thickset man, bustling about and cursing the sailors roundly. His face was turned ; away, but there was something famil iar in his bearing, and Tom was won ’ dering at this when Capt. Coffin ’ shouted: “Let the men get their dinner while we are towing down, Mr. Rider.” “Aye, aye, sir.” Tom started as if he had been shot. He saw the mate turn towards the poop deck as he replied and there was no mistaking his features. The red face, bushy beard and brutal mouth could ( belong to none other than Tom’s old enemy, Obed Rider, who had brought ' the story of Capt. Scott’s flight to Mer , rivale. If any further proof was need ed, his broken nose, which added to the I repulsiveness of his appearance, was noticeable at the first glance. As he caught sight of Tom he stopped as if rooted to the deck and uttered an exclamation of amazement, for the rec ognition was mutual. Then an evil light blazed in his eyes and he bounded towards Tom, hissing through his set teeth: “How came you aboard this craft?” His fists were clenched, but he paused before reaching striking distance, for four years had developed Tom Scott from a lanky boy into a tall, muscular man, and the same undaunted spirit now looked boldly into the other’s eyes. The captain and the old miner were both below at the moment, the former having gone to his dinner, after giving his last order, and the chief officer stood glaring at Tom like an enraged animal. He had been shipped at the last mo ment and had no knowledge of any pas sengers on board, supposing Tom must have been engaged as a common sailor. “What are you doin’ of on that quar ter deck?” he demanded, as Tom made no reply to his first question. “What’s the matter with you! Open your mouth or I’ll open it for you! What are you doing here?” “None of your business,” replied Tom, finding his tongue at last. “I’ll make it my business blamed quick!” cried the infuriated officer, his eyes snapping as he thought of the long voyage ahead and his power to take his revenge tenfold on one under his au thority. “Get forward where you belong,” he shouted. Tom understood now what was pass ing in the other’s mind, but determined not to undeceive the mate in order that the truth might be all the more crush ing when made known. “I won’t stir a peg for you, Obed Rider,” he replied, “and if you are not careful I will makeyour facelookworse than I did when. I was a boy. What bad luck brought you here I don’t know, but I warn you to keep clear from me! ” The expression on the mate’s face w as fairly fiendish as he snatched an iron belaying pin from the fife rail and rushed at Tom, crying: “You won’t stir, eh! Curse you, I’ll show you the difference between afloat and ashore!” But his blow was arrested in mid air by an iron grip about his wrist and the “I’ll show you the difference between afloat and ashore.’’ weapon was torn from his hand instant ly. He found himself pressed against the mizzenmast with a force that near ly took his breath away, while Tom said, sternly: “Don’t try that with me again or I’ll pitch you overboard!” As he spoke he released the mate, who sprang for the cabin steps, his face crimson with passion, shouting: “Mutiny! Mutiny! I’ll have your life for this!” He had reached the head of the steps when Capt. Coffin appeared on the scene, attracted by the mate’s loud tones. “What’s the trouble here?” he de manded, as the officer tried to push by him on the steps. “It’s mutiny, sir!’’ was the angry re ply. “Wait till I get my pistol, and I’ll soon settle it!” The captain looked about him in sur prise. Tom stood alone on the quarter deck, and the whole matter was inex plicable unless the new mate was crazy, a thought which found ample justifica tion in his disordered appearance. “Mutiny?” he repeated, contemptu ousl}\ “See here, if you’ve been drink ing, Mr. Rider, don’t let it happen again. I can make allowance for sailing day, but see it doesn’t happen again!” “I am as sober as you are,” was the surly reply. “That man there! That Scott whelp! He refused to obey me, and I’ll see whether I am mate of this ship or not!” With one stride the captain reached his side and thrust his weather-beaten face close to the mate’s, giving him a look before which the other quailed. “Look you!” he said, sharply. “When you speak to me remember I have a handle to my name, and see you put it on every time! You must be drunk!” The mate looked from one to the other as if he could not believe his own senses. What did it all mean? Why did the skipper refuse to side with him and allow Tom to stand there unmolest ed after assaulting his> superior officer! Seeing he could do nothing but glare at Tom the skipper turned to the latter and said, coolly: “It’s next to impossible to get a sober 1 man nowadays. The best seamen all I seem to make it a business to keep drunk all the time they are ashore. After they get out to sea they are all right.” “Capt. Coffin,” said the mate, step ping forward, “I have not touched a drop of liquor to-day. I ordered thi9 mao to go forward and he resisted me.” “Ordered him forward! Well.that’sa good one!” And the captain broke into a hoarse chuckle. “Why, bless me, but of course you didn’t know! Mr. Scott is a passenger on the Seabird and is goin’ to ’Frisco with us. there’s another down below, a Mr. Avery. Make you ac quainted with Mr. Scott. Mr. Scott, this is my mate, Mr. Itider. It’s all my fault not telling him you wasaboard. Kinder funny., wasn’t it?” “We don’t need any introduction,” said Tom, quickly. “I have known Obed Rider a long time. I don’t know any good of him, either.” Capt. Coffin was surprised, but he asked no questions, preferring to wait until he could see Tom alone. The mate bit his lip in baffled rage as he saw his prey not only removed from his power, but placed in a position where he must be treated with outward re spect at least. He turned on his heel and went forward, vowing vengeance under his breath, but not daring to show his feeing further before the cap tain. “So you know my mate?” then asked the captain. “I knew him years ago,” replied Tom, “and we had some trouble. It doesn’t matter whahit was about, but his nose got broken, and he hates me as hard a9 I do him. He may be a good sailor, however, and no doubt he is. He used to sail with my father.” A hail from the tug saved Tom any further explanation, and as the captain bustled off to reply Avery came out of the cabin and joined his roommate, who told him briefly about the recent trou ble, making no mention of the original cause of the enmity between himself and Rider, for the charge against his father was too sore a subject to pass his lips. By the time dinner was over the ves sel was well down the harbor. When Boston light was reached the westerly wind began to freshen, and the sails stood full. Lines were hastily cast off, the tug’s whistle gave a short blast as a parting salute, and, with a graceful nod of her sharp bow in return, the bark shot tow ard the open water, with every square inch of canvas pulling at the sheets, and the captain rubbing his horny palms with delight at the pros pect of a fine departure. John Avery was an old sailor, and the motion of the vessel caused him no in convenience, but Tom was soon stretched in his bunk, where he re mained the better part of two days, while the Seabird flew along before the favorable gale in a manner which did not belie her name. When he managed to get on deck Cape Cod was more than 300 miles astern, and already the weather was beginning to grow milder. A few days more made him completely w ell, and long before the equator was reached he had acquired quite a professional roll and felt perfectly at home. Os the mate he saw very little, as the latter stood watch and watch with the (second officer, being on deck every other four hours, night and day. Mr. Green, the second mate, was a bright, active young man about Tom’s age, and the two became very friendly as the Seabird sped steadily to the southward. It seemed as if old Neptune had made an extra effort to help the vessel along, for she escaped the customary calms near the line and caught the southeast trades the same day she lost those from the northeast which had served her so well. No incident of importance oc curred to break the monotony of the voyage, and as they stood by the whe«l one noon when Capt. Coffin was taking his observation he announced that they were as far south of the line as Boston was north of it. Then he went below r to look at the glass, cast a careful glance around the horizon, and went below once more, only to reappear on deck. “There ain’t a cloud in the sky,” he said, bluntly, “but the glass is going down as though the bottom had dropped out of everything. We’re go ing to catch it, as sure as my name is Seth Coffin. My glass never lied to me yet.” Gradually the w’ind died out, until the Seabird lay becalmed, rising and fall ing on the swell, but the sky remained clear. The barometer continued to fall in an alarming manner, and after an hour the heat became oppressive. Then from all quarters of the horizon a mass of white clouds arose, until they presented the appearance of huge mountains of snow, darkening as they ascended, and massing together until they formed a canopy overhead, en tirely concealing the blue sky above. Soon they deepened until the whole heavens were solidly black, as if cov ered with folds of velvet. In a few places, however, the color seemed to vary to a dark, purplish gray, as one edge of an overlapping cloud was ex posed. Long before this time all hands w'ere on deck, and the Seabird was stripped for the battle with the elements. What ever his other faults, Obed Rider was a good seaman, and, with but lew suggestions from the captain, he had made everything snug, only a close reefed maintopsail and storm staysail showing aft, while a portion of the foretopmast staysail stood out white and clear against the gloomy back ground, in readiness to pay lierliead off when needed. There was a painful stillness, broken only by the mournful monotone in the rigging which always precedes a hurri cane, as though the craft knew her dan ger and tried to utter her feeble pro test against the forces of nature. Suddenly, far above the mastheads, sounded an unearthly scream, as if the storm demons had united in sounding the charge. Still the sails hung idly, and not a breath of air could be felt. Then in the far distance a long, bright streak suddenly illuminated the horizon, increasing with marvelous ra pidity until all could see what seemed to be an endless line of rolling snow. It was impossible to bring the vessel’s head up to meet the danger without wind, and she lay helpless in its path, rolling uneasily about on the disturbed sea. [to be continued.] Silk is considered unclean by the i Mohammedans, because it is the prod 1 uct of a worm. THIN SUMMER FROCKS. Light and Airy Fabrics for Warm Weather Costumes Sow Coming In. The old-fashioned notion of lining thin materials with heavy dress linings or white cotton seems not to be consid ered at all tlys season. The heavier vveight stuffs like gingham, duck, khaki, percale, madras and print, are made up wholly without linings; while very thin goods, organdie, lawn, mull, dimity and the cotton pineapple and muslin are usually worn with a petti coat of lawn the same shade of the skirt, that serves as a skirt lining' al though madp quite separately. Ihe waists of thin cotton goods, when worn over a pretty corset cover, do not re quire a lining, except in some few in stances they are difficult to fit without, and then lawn is raostly used, says the Ledger-Monthly. Os course, very elaborate gowns of lace, chiffon or silk muslin are apt to be made over thin silk linings. The skirts of summer fabrics will be made with less flare about the feet and more at the waist-line an honest sort of readjustment of material. Every sensible woman will be glad to know that the gathered skirt has come back. And the summer frock that announces itself as this season s make is pretty sure to have the back breadth gathered into a two-inch space at the belt. Occasionally the fullness is tucked, but rarely plaited. The heavier wash stuffs are more than often perfectly plain, but organ dies and the like are usually finished with one or many ruffles of the same goods, which are in turn trimmed with lace or shirred ribbon. * Yoke waists in all styles are worn, but the newest and most fashionable yoke is deep and straight, and some times extends under the arms. r l he yoke may be either of the same material as the dress, or of lace, or beading and ribbon, or all-over lace or embroidery. The sleeves of the newest thin frocks are often quite plain; for the street long, reaching well over the hands, and ending at the elbow for indoor dresses. Slender women like the fichu effects in the way of trimming, or the short rounded boleros of taffeta that are so effective in color over a cream-lace blouse. There is a decidedly reasonable, as well as pretty, change in the summer stocks. For thin, and often heavy dresses, too, they are of lace made a little full and unlined. They can easily be made at home by a girl with ever so little knack of imitation. They are usually made from all-over lace or wide edging, and are cut about six inches high, rounding up a trifle back of the ears. A zephyr whalebone on either side, on which the collar is fulled to bring it down to a becoming height, has the merit of also holding it in place. The edge of the stock is hemmed on the right side and finished with a roll of velvet or satin taffeta. Velvet and silk may be used in this same style, but the fad just now is for lace. DOMESTIC LORE. A Variety of Suggestions for the Consideration of the Home keeper, An appetizing relish for dinner meats is made from a cabbage heart cut into dice and pickled like little onions, says the New Y’ork Post. Green sweet peppers finely chopped and sprinkled over stuffed tomatoes just before they go into the oven im proves them. Following the English fashion, crisp, tender celery stalks are often nowa days handed round with cream cheese and crackers at dinner just before the coffee is served. Cold steak may be acceptably served as a left-over by passing it through the meat chopper and arranging it neatly on a platter, garnished with parsley or watercress. An expert, points out that care is necessary in the use of ammonia in any silver-topped articles, especially vinaigrettes. These tops are often made of copper with a thin layer of silver. A crust of salts of ammonia remaining upon the silver is apt to cut through the copper which it dissolves, forming poisonous copper salts. A vinaigrette should not be filled too full, or laid down in away to allow the contents to come against the silver top, par ticularly if it is one of the inexpensive sort. Better than a cheap silver-topped bottle is one with a glass stopper and no metal cover. Silver may be first wrapped in blue or pink tissue paper, then in unbleached canton flannel. If rugs are left spread out they should be beaten thoroughly and covered. It is better to strew them with newspapers and sprinkle with some moth preventive, afterward roll ing them. Upholstered furniture must be thoroughly brushed, packed with moth preventive, and. covered with a slip cover or sheet. It is a good plan to fill window crevices with paper or cotton to keep out dust. If carpsts and furniture are protected, the shades may be left up and the inside blinds left open. Sunlight is the best disinfectant known, and is in itself a safeguard against the depredations of the moth. The juice from a can of fruit if not needed when the fruit is served, may be used later as a foundation for a jelly. If the sirup is as rich as it should be "it will stand an equal amount of water. When thus diluted it is sweet ened to taste, and used with dissolved gelatine in the proportion of little over a half a box to every quart. Pear sirup is improved by heating with it a bit of ginger root, and peach sirup has a bet ter flavor if a few' blanched almonds are thrown in. These need not be taken when the jelly is strained. Often the fruit from a can is used for pudding, fritters or with whipped cream, and the juice is left unutilized. Even a very little of it left over should never be thrown away. If sandwiches are to be prepared for school children, fruit juice will be found very useful in moist ening any sort of sweet filling. Wearing Real Flowers. Long-stemmed flowers sewed into the front of the bodice, with plenty of their own green, as if they were growdng, are prettier and more effec tive than the ordinary stiff spray. Carnations, though somewhat ex pensive at first, last well and can be worn two, or even three, evenings in succession, provided they are placed in a jug on return from a dance or a party. —Washington Star. The Typewriter Invention. A Statistician has proved that the invention of the typewriter has given employment to 500,000 people, but he fails to state how many cases of weak stomachs and dyspepsia it has induced. All people of sedentary occupation need Hostetter’s Stomach Bitters. It helps nature to bear the strain which ensues from confinement and it is a wonderful medicine. No one realizes that more keenly than the man or woman who has been cured of stom ach trouble by its use. Wheels. Mr. Sappeigh—l believe I will visit a mind reader and allow him to experiment with me. i _ Miss Gabby—ls you do he will think he . is reading a bicycle advertisement. —Balti- more American. The end of the busy little bee is usually a painful one. —Chicago Daily News. SuprcmeConrtSnstalns the Foot-Ease Trade-Mark. Justice Laughlin, in Supreme Court, Buf falo. has ordered a permanent injunction, 1 with costß, and a full accounting of sales, to 1 issue against Paul B. Hudson, the manufac turer of the foot powder called “Dr. Clark's Foot Powder,” and also against a retail deal er of Brooklyn, restraining them from mak ' ing or selling the Dr. Clark’s Foot Powder, which is declared, in the decision of the > Court, an imitation and infringement of “Foot-Ease,” the powder to shake into your shoes for tired, aching feet, now so largely ' advertised and sold all over the country. Allen S. Olmsted, of Le Bov, N. Y., is the owner of the trade-mark “Foot-Ease,” and he is the first individual who ever advertised a foot powder extensively over the coun try. He will send a sample Free to anyone . who writes him for it. The decision in this case upholds his trade-mark and renders ’ all parties liable who fraudulently attempt 1 to profit by the extensive “Foot-Ease” ad > vertising, in placing upon the market a spu rious and similar appearing preparation, la . bled and put up in envelopes and boxes like Foot-Ease. Similar suits will be brought ' against others who are now infringing on the Foot-Ease trade-mark and common law : rights. A Sermon in Brief. A man met a bull in a field. “I’ll toss you > to see who stays,” said the bull. He tossed, s and the man lost. . The moral is, that it is never safe to in dulge in games of chance, especially when all ! the odds are against you.—Philadelphia L North American. [ • Marquette, on Lake Superior, , is one of the most charming summer resorts ' reached via the Chicago, Milwaukee & St. ' Paul Railway. I Its healthful location, beautiful scenery, good hotels and complete immunity from ’ hay fever, make a summer outing at Mar ’ quette, Mich., very attractive from the standpoint of health, rest and comfort, i For a copy of “The Lake Superior Coun , try,” containing a description of Marquette and the copper country, address, with four (4) cents in stamps to pay postage, Geo. H. > Heafford, General Passenger Agent, Chi • cago, 111. Successful in One Way. 1 A Paris physician tried on himself a long life elixir he had compounded, with the re • suit that his life in the other world will be , longer than he anticipated.—Boston Globe. Fourth of July Rates. [ Be patriotic and take a holiday trip on Independence day. Cheap rates in every direction are offered by the Chicago Great > Western railway. One fare and a third for round trips, children half rates. Tickets ’ on sale July 3 and 4; good to return July 5. ■ For further information inquire of any i Agent C. G. W., or address F. H. Lord, [ G. P. &T. A., 113 Adams street, Chicago. When most men cast their bread upon the waters, they have a large dipnet ready.— The Criterion. The Best Prescription for Chills and Fever is a bottle of Grove’s Tasteless UhillTonic. Itis simply iron and quinine in 1 a tasteless form. Nocure—no pay. Price,soc, Men don’t always have to climb to fame — the bridge jumper, for instance. —Chicago j Democrat. • Robert Flournoy, Brickyard, Ala., wrote: i I consider no remedy equal to Dr. Moffett’s Teethina (Teething Powders) for the irri- I tations of teething and the bowel troubles of our Southern country. Persons that fail to see a joke should not always be sure that the fault is with the , joke.—lndianapolis News. , I do not believe Piso’s Cure for Consump tion has an equal for coughs and colds.— ! John F. Boyer, Trinity Springs, Ind., Feb. 15, 1900. In the game of matrimony every man • should take the hand of a good woman. — Chicago Daily News. To Cure a Cold in One Day , Take Laxative Brorno Quinine Tablets. All druggists refund money ifit fails to cure- 25c. Many a supposed pessimist is a man who ! hopes others will deny his gloomy assertions. —lndianapolis News. Putnam Fadeless Dtes do not spot, 1 streak or give your goods an unevenly dyed ■ appearance. Sold by all druggists. Porcupine—“l’m little, but if you think , you can sit on me, you’d better trv.”—N.Y. Heraid. _ , Hall’s Catarrh Cure Is taken Internally. Price 75c. When some people lose their positions they look around for sympathy instead of a 1 new job.—Atchison Globe. Baseball players, golf players—all players chew White’s Yucatan whilst playing. Pinkham The one thing that quail ties a person to give ad vice on any subject is experience experience creates knowledge » No other person has so wide an experience with female ills nor suck a record of success as Mrsm Pinkham has hadm Over a hundred thou sand cases come before her each year„ Some per sonally, others by mail. And this has been going on for 20 years? day after day and day after day. Twenty years of con stant success think of the knowledge thus gained / Surely women are wise in seeking ad vice from a woman with such an experience? es pecially when it Ss free . if you are ill get a bottle of Lydia Em Pinkham 9 s Vegetable Compound at once—then write Mrs. Pinkham, Lynn, Mass* Tke National Conventions. Prohibition at Chicago, June 27-28, 1900. Tickets on sale June 26-27. Democratic at Kansas City, July 4, 1900. Tickets on sale July 2-4. 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