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There was a dramatic silence.
"We need butter for supper," said
the wife and mother firmly. "I don't
Bee
how we can get along without it.
I'll send Johnnie to the grocer's. It's
Just across the street, you know. He's
little and can run fast."
"No," said the husband and father
firmly, "I will go."
But the wife flung herself on his
breast as he took down his hat.
"No, no, John," she cried "you
can't be spared. I will go."
He caught her by the arms,
"No," he quickly said. "What would
I do without you?. Hark!"
They all listened.
"I can open a tumbler of jelly," said
the wife and mother.
"Gimme jelly," cried the child.
So they sat down and .ate their but
terless supper.
And all this happened because they
'lived in the City of Mexico, and- the
.rival factions were using the streets
for gun practice.
THIN ICE.
I'm awfully afraid I shall fall, Mr.
Gall."
"You needn't be, Miss Spooler, I'll
support you."
"Oh! Archibald, thiB is so sudden."
Many a woman has the big head
because she has credit at a hair em
porium.
Once in a while a man manageB to
get rich in spite of his wife.
Yes, Cordelia, it is strictly proper to
play hymns on an upright piano.
FLY TO PIECE8.
Jhe Effect of Coffee on Highly Organ
ized People.
"I have been a coffee user for
years, and about two years ago got
Into a very serious condition of dys
pepsia and indigestion. It seemed to
me I would fly to pieces. I was so
nervous that at the least noise I was
distressed, and many times could not
straighten myself up because of the
pain."
Tea is just as injurious, because it
contains caffeine, the same drug found
In coffee.
"My physician told me I must not
•eat any heavy or strong food, and or
dered a diet, giving me some medi
cine. I followed directions carefully,
but kept on using coffee and did not
get any better.
"Last winter my husband, who was
away on business, had Postum served
to him In the family where he board
ed. He liked it so well that when he
came home he brought some with him.
We began using it and I found it
most excellent
"While I drank it my stomach never
bothered me in the least, and I'got
over my nervous -troubles. When die
Postum was gone we returned to cof
fee, then my stomach began to hurt,
me aa before, and the nervous con*
dltlons came on again.
"That showed me exactly what was
the cause of the whole trouble, so 1
-quit drinking .coffee altogether and
kept on using Postum. The old trou
bles left igain and have never re
turned."
''There's a reasen," and it is explain
ed in the little book. "The Road to
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CHAPTER I.
THE FIFTEENTH LOUIS.
One evening In May, just at that
chill hour when the trees are draping
themselves In the muslin of the even
ing mist, the carriage of Monsieur de
Sartines passed the SWISB on guard
at the gates of his majesty's palace of
Versailles and entered the courtyard.
Then, as now, this courtyard, vast,
paved with cobblestones big as one's
fist, looked by rows and rows of win
dows chill, almost repellant, gave one
the impression of a back premises,
without any detraction from that other
impression of magnificence which the
genius of Mansard mixed in the plans,
the tfricks and the very mortar of his
work.
The carriage of the minister of po
lice, having crossed the courtyard
where'- other carriage's were standing
in waiting, stopped at the main en
trance of the palace, and Monsieur de
Sartines descended.
A
lackey in the royal livery came
down the steps ana stood as the vehicle
drew up, and already the man at the
swing doors had passed the words
across his shoulder to the usher at his
desk, "The carriage of Monsieur de
Sartines."
The carriages of the notabilities of
France, of. Monsieur de Coigny, the
Due de Richelieu, the Due de Choiseul
and a host of others were known indi
vidually and almost Oy the sound of
their wheels to the doorkeepers of Ver
sailles, and none better than that of
the minister of police, who was now
ascending the Steps walking heavily—
a magnificent figure of a man in a
coat of brocaded silk, with ruffles of
the finest Mechlin lace, bearing in his
hand a clouded cane, and at his side
that dress sword, an heirloom of the
family of the Oomtes de Sartines, in
herited from the illustrious Marechal
d'Ancre.
The glass doors opening before him,
as though pushed aside by his reflec
tion on their polished surfaces. Mon
sieur de Sartines passed into the warm
and flower scented vestibule where the
lamps had just been lighted, and where
Jaquin, the usher on duty, advanced
to receive the hatband cant? of the min
ister.
From beyond the Stairway of the
Ambassadors, somewhere in the dis
tance, faint, like the diffused murmur
of bees, same the sound of voices, a
multitude of voices subdued and low
pitched, a nimbus of sound from the
Hall of Mirrors, where the courtiers in
attendance were assembled, chatting,
criticising the life of the day, drawn
together by no special occasion, or rea
son, save that which makes insects
huddle toward light and warmth.
There was no necessity for Monsieur
de Sartines to inquire whether the king
were present in his palace: the voices
from the Hall of Mirrors told him.
He was advancing up the great stair
case when from the corridor above,
descending, Monsieur le Marechal Due
de Richelieu made?' his appearance,
coming rapidly, seeming elated and well
pleased with himself, and followed liy
a
lackey of the palace bearing a dis
patch bojf.
A marvelous figure was the Du" rle
Richelieu, quite youthful still, despite
his 74 years, small in stature, yet some
how great, a man with the past of
conqueror and the present api^aran-.-ti
—at a distance—of a youthful fop.
At lUlis moment the hero of Mahon
was at the zenith of his worldly hopes,
for the De Choiseul ministry, destined
to fall on the following Christmas eve
was crumbling, and the De Richelieu
ministry—never to materialize—was in
the air.
"Ah, De Sartines," said the due,
pausing in his passage toward the
door, and laying a finger on the bro
caded arm of the new comer, "you
have come to pay your respects to his
majesty. You will find him very well.
I
have just left him, and he is ex
pecting you."
"Expecting me, monsieur?" replied
De Sartines. "Then his majestv must
have been suddenly gifted with the
power of second sight."
"Ma foi. who can tell? I only know
he said to me, 'I feel in such good
spirits something surely is going to
happen either some pamphleteer is
printing a new pamphlet argainst me,
or Monsieur de Sartines is coming to
bore me with a portfolio.'"
De Sartines bowed gravely. "Happi
ly for you, monsieur, his majesty said
to me at our last meeting, 'Whatever
happens, I shall never bore Monsieur
de Richelieu in that Way.'
De Richelieu, almost assured, and al
ready feeling the portfolio of the Due
de Choiseul under his arm, laughed
and passed on, while De Sartines took
a step upward, only to be stopped
again, this time by a figure just emerg
ing from the corridor.
It was Monsieur de Joyeuse, a young
gentleman who had squandered a
fortune and was now squandering the
fortune of. his wife, a woman of 58,
eight whom he had married—openly
confessing the fact—for her money.
He was bearing a small bunch of
violets. "Why, it is Monsieur de Sar
tines!" said De Joyeuse. "How op
portune! You have come just in time
to save the remains of your reputation,
which they are killing in the Hall of
Mirrors."
"Ah monsieur," replied De Sartines,
"you are happier in that respect than
I ai^."
"And how?"
"You have left nothing for them to
kill."
He bowed, passed on, .and'a moment
later found himself in the throng
crowding the great salon.
The lamps were lighted, but through
the long windows, as yet uncurtained,
the park, the lakes and the fountains of
Versailles showed, a dim and poetic
picture in the chiaroscuro of evening.
The courtiers were' formed in little
groups chatting, together, laughing and
discussing trifles as though tbey had
been matters ofstate, which, Indeed,
in that epoch tbey often were. Near
the doorway by which De Sartines had
entered, the Comte d'Harlancourt, a tall
man with a severe and villainous-look
ing face—of whom it was Baid' that, at
his instigation, his wife had poisoned
her first husband—had buttonholed
the young Comte de Coigny and was
holding blm.'ln talk, while Monsieur de
8ten!ls and another gentleman stood
by listening and laughing.!
"Ah, De Sartines." cried this noble
man, releasing' De Coigny and turning
to the newcomer, "what a delightful
surprise to And: you at Versailles! And
how Is Justice?"
'Very well, indeed, monsieur," re
plied the minister, with a freesing
•mile "she was even aaking-after you
this morning?* He passed on., still
making his. way through tbe .crowd,
•peaking a word to this gentleman*
nodding to that. He had not

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paces when suddenly, as if at the
touch of a wand, silence fell on the Hall
of Mirrors, and a voice said: "Monsieur
de la Vrllllere."
It was the king-'s voice. He had Just
opened the door of his cabinet, and De
Sartines saw the Due de la Vrllllere
pass in. He drew close to the door and
waited. He had not to wait long—in
a moment it opened again and the due
appeared. The Ring's hand was rest
ing upon his afm, detaining him a mo
ment for a'last word. Then his ma
jesty released him, glanced round at
the people, saw De Sartines and made
a face. The minister of police took
the grimace as an invitation to enter
the cabinet, and did so. The king had
been writing. On the desk table, light
ed by four rose-colored candles burn
ing in silver candelabra, by a mass of
correspondence. This lazy monarch,
who had cultivated' Idleness as a fine
art, and of whom It may be said, at
least, that he could do nothing well,
had his fits of activity, from one of
which he seemed now convalescing for
he yawned as, he took his place in the
chair by the desk and motioned nia
visitor to" a fauteuil.
"Well, Monsieur de Sartines," said
the .king, "and how are we this evening
—charmingly, I hope?"
"Charmed, at least, your majesty, to
escape for a moment from the dullness
of the Hotel de Sartines and exchange
its darkness for the sun of Versailles."
"And is it Monsieur de Sartines or
the minister of police that I see before
me?"
"Both, sire. Monsieur de Sartines to
inquire after'your majesty's health, the"
minister of police to inform your ma
jesty of the health of his people."
"And how are our dear people?"
asked his majesty, casting some specks
of gold sand off a sheet of notepaper
and folding the sheet.
"Still grumbling, sire."
"And the pamphleteers?"
"Still writing, sire." :Ut:
"And the philosophers?" -v
"Still philosophizing, your majesty."
"And the price of corn?—for it al
ways seems to me that the price of
corn is at the bottom of all our trou
bles."
"Still rising.' sire."
"Good!" said the king. The word
escaped, from him almost- without his
knowing it. It was, all the same,
meant for the king and Monsieur de
Sartines had between them an Interest
in the price of corn—they were, in
fact, partners, in that they had bought
up all the available grain and stored
it in granaries. They would presently
sell at an enormous profit. Meanwhile,
the conspirators, with their eyes on
the market, maintained toward one an
other a dignified silence on the matter,
the king quite content to leave the
business details entirely in the handB
of his minister.
"Good!" said he again. "With the
people and the markets in this dis
turbed state it is a satisfaction to re
member that we have a De Sartines
at the ministry of police to deal' with
our philosophers and. pamphleteers,
who are always grumbling at the state
of France, and our people, who are al
ways grumbling about their food. Ma
foi. Monsieur de Sartines, why do you
not food all these troublesome subjects
of mine?"
"With what, your majesty?"
"V'lth the philosophers. Then the
pamphleteers could write pamphlets on
the subject, and all would be peace."
h. sire." replied De Sartines, "they
would never swallow Monsieur Rous
seau's coat, nor that hat. which covers,
no doubt, a multitude of things other
than Ills thoughts. He grows more dis
reputable looking day by day, as he
sits there at the Cafe de Regence, play
ing dominoes with his right hand and
spreading sedition with his left. That
old man, sire, gives me more trou
blous thoughts than all the other se
dition mongers in a bundle. That old
man, a young man and a woman have
been in my carriage'with ro.e all the
way from Paris this evening."
"Monsieur Rousseau in your car
riage!"
"I spoke metaphorically, sire."
"And the young man and woman—
werse they also with ,you metaphorical
ly?"
"Yes, sire."
"Who. then, is the young man?"
"The Chevalier de Lussac, your ma
jesty."
"Ah, De Richelieu's kinsman—and
the woman?"
"The Baroness Sophie Linden, with
whom the chevalier is in love, sire, at
least so my agents say."
"The Austrian woman?"
"Yes, your majesty, the same ac
credited by the court of Vienna, bear
ing a letter for the dauphiness, linger
ing on in Paris now that her work is
over."
"And do you not know why she is
lingering in Paris, Monsieur de Sar
tines?"
"That, sire, is what I am.determined
to find out."
"I can tell you.'
"You. can, sire'?'
"Ma foi, yes you yourself,.have Just
told me—she is in love with the chev
alier." The king laughed as though he
had made a good joke. But De Sar
tines did not laugh.
"That js all very well, sire. I was
not referring to love—it does not como
within the province of tbe minister of
police. What does come within his
province is the fact that at ljer bouse
in the flue Coq Heron she receives
dubious people. Messengera'Call there
with letters De Luaqsc,: kinsman
though he is to the Duc de« Richelieu,
is, I am assured, a member.' of that in
fernal Society of the Midi arid up to
his eyes in the new movement that
threatens to subvert order and destroy
the state."
"He is a very young man."
"Your majesty." said De 8artines ear
nestly, "the two most important ene
mies of the state are .• the very old
men who are filled with old rigid ideas
they cannot get rid of, aha the very
young men who are filled with new
fantastical ideas they cannot digest."
."Which reminds-me, Monaleur.'said
the king, "that I am Buffering from in
digestion the politics of the present
day are stew made by tbe politicians
of the past—they were bad cooks. If
you attempt to swallow It you will get
indigestion, as I have dene. Let us
leave It to the politicians' of the fu
tur& Look, after De Lussac and his
friends as much as you pjeaae. For
me tbey are like Riadame's marmosets
they' chatter and chatter, and scratch
each other's heads. Let them chatter,
as Jong as they don't chatter too loud
and disturb our peace,-
bowed
1
The king moved In his chair to Indi
cate .that the interyiew waS Over, and
pejpartlnea, .knowing fila.m#icsty bet
ter .titan Us majesty kiSew himself
JudgedJ that he was now bered suf
for J»ia, auWM^^pe roee,
•?h
and taking a paper from his
pocket placed it on the table.
It was a lettre de cachet in blank.
Your majesty's wish is law,1 and
now, sire, on a matter of police, may
your signature to this?"
The king glanced at the paper, made
a face, took a pen, tested the' nib, and
signed.
.."Here is your weapon, dear De Sar
tines only don't let it bring Mon
sieur le Marechal growling to me be
cause his kinsman has been given
apartments at Vlncerines, or in our
fortress of the bastile, without a
cause."
"I never act without a cause, sire."
True—it Is your affair." But remem
ber, also, De Sartines, that Madame la
•oaronne Is sacred—as far as her per
she is accredited to us in a way."
Oh, your majesty," replied De Sar
tines, putting sand on the-paper, "you
be Bure that I am circumspect in
all my dealings with ladies. .Have you
e*®J"
known me, sire, to cross my sword
with a fan in the open? I never ap
proach a lady of rank in my business,
except through one of those three ave
nues which a woman keeps open for
her ruin."
"And those three avenues are?"
Her lover, her maid and her milli
ner, sire."
P® Sartines, seeming greatly pleased
with himself, folded the paper, placed
it,In hiB pocket, and bowing profound
ly, advanced backward to the door.
The door seemed to open of its own
accord as this deft courtier and per
fect nobleman, bowing again, made a
half turn and movement of the hand'
that brought him outside It, face front
ing the crowd in the hall of mirrors.
&na with the door of the king's c&bi
net closed -behind him.
The crowd divided before him as he
made his way to the vestibule. Here he
received bis hat and cane from Ja
quin. Then, getting into his carriage and
drawing his robe of marten fur about
h™,
he gave the word to his coachman
Paris."
He did not tell his majesty that oniy
the day before the police had raided
the head office of the Society of the
Midi, arresting Messieurs Barthelmy
and Conflans, not to speak of 80 other
more insignificant persons, and finding
among the papers of the society hints
indicating that the Chevalier de Lussac
was implicated in the doings of this,
the third most' Important revolutionary
•society in Paris.
His mc^esty was not in the mood for
domestic politics at the present mo
ment, an attitude of mind not dis
agreeable to the minister, as his ma
jesty was disposed in these matters to
bear toward leniency.
CHAPTER n.
THE COMPLAINT OF LAVENNB.
As the carriage of Monsieur de Sar«
•tinea pursued the road to Paris, the
minister took from a Russia leather
portfolio some papers, and by the light
of a little lamp fixed In the side of the
carriage begcin to examine them.
They were the "Papers of the Day,"
that is to say, the chief and mos€ im
portant papers relative to the police
work of Paris and France during the
last 24 hours reports from agents, a
letter from the governor of Vincennes,
a report from Monsieur de Launay,
governor of the bastile, on the condi
tion of the state prisoner supposed to
be dying a copy, of a ballade against
himself seized from a street hawker
papers relating to the little and the
great, to the man In the embroidered
coat and the man in rags, ail of which
he shuffled and arranged as a dexterous
player shuffles and arranges his cards.
Chief among these papers were the
notes referring to the Society of the
Midi, and the men who had been al
ready, arrested.
In five minutes he had fixed the con
tents of all these papers in his mind
in proper sequence, and returning all
but two of them to the portfolio, held
these only In his hand. One of them
related to the doings of a woman dur
ing the last two days, the other to the
doings of a man, and had you wished to
examine for yourself the thoroughness
of Monsieur de Sartines' methods and
the methods of his agents, you could
not have done better than to have read
across his shoulder this closely written
report concerning the woman:
At 9 o'clock her carriage stopped at
the door of her house, No. 12 Rue Coq
Heron it was the same carriage which
she always uses for ordinary affairs,
such as shopping, etc., hired from Vau
drin in the Rue de la Harpe. It waited
for 20 minutes. At 20 minutes past 9
she appeared, dressed for walking, and
entered her carriage, which drove to
the shop of Monsieur Boehmer in the
Rue Royale. Here it stopped. Madame
got out," etc. The' whole report was
signed "Gaussin, agent," and it related
to no less a person than the Baroness
Sophie Linden.
De Sartines read It with impatience,
placed It In the portfolio with the oth
er papers, and turned to the paper re
lating to the affairs of the man.
This report was quite short, tersely
written and to the point. It pleased
him evidently. It was signed "La
venne, agent," and the man who was
the subject of It was no less a person
than the Comte Jean Armand de Lus
sac.
Then Monsieur de Sartines, placing
•this paper in the portfolio with the oth
ers, extinguished the little lamp, drew
his. furs about him and sat In the dark
ness Of the carriage which was betting
him rapidly to Paris.
(Continued Next Week.)
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MAKING THE DESERT
TO BLOSSOM AGAIN
Director Newell Describes Work
of Government Reclama
tion Service.
To create opportunities for America!
citlsens is the basic intent ot the Re
clamation Act, says Frederick' H.
Newell, director of the United Statea
Reclamation service, in the World'*
Work. He-says:
"To make habitable millions of acres
of worthless desert and to place there
on in homes of their own a million
families of progressive American citi
zens—these are the vital things in tha
work of the Reclamation service which
I am trying to accomplish."
In the ten years of its work the serv
ice has built 7,300 miles of canals,
enough to reach from New York to San
Francisco and back. Several of these
canals carry whole rivers.
It has excavated 21 miles of tunnels.
Its excavations of rock and earth
amount to the enormous total of 93,
000,000 cubic yards.
It has built 626 miles' of road 2,094
miles of telephones 70 mil&s of levees.
It has purchased 1,051,000 barrels of
cement and has manufactured In its.
own mill 840,000 barrels.
As a result of itrf work, water lb'
available for 1,159,234 acres on 14,200
farms.
The gross value of crops produced on
the lands irrigated by the government
projects in 1912 was estimated at 120,
000,000. As a result of the work of the
government it Is- estimated that land
values have Increased more than )105,
800,000.
Only 6 per cent of the approximately
14,000 families have failed to meet the
requirements only 5 to 7 per cent have
sold or relinquished their land for a
consideration. So that about 96 per
cent have remained and \are "making
good."
The highest dam In thfe world has
been built on the Shoshone project in
northern Wyoming, rising above the
foundation mo're.than 32S feet,. A dam
still higher is under way on the Bpl'se
river ii Idaho, to be*361 feet high. On
the Rio Grande In New Mexico 1B an
other dam to be 265 feet high. This
will produce possibly the largest arti
ficial lake of its kind in the World,
covering 65 square miles (41,280 acres)
and having a storage capacity of 2,760,
000 acre-feet. This is an amount of
water sufficient to cover that, number
of
acreB
one foot in depth. This quan­
tity of water would cover the state of
Connecticut, more than 10 inches deep.
The service has built the longest irri
gation tunnel in the world on the Un
compahgre project in Colorado, the
Gunnison tunnel, having a length of
nearly 6 miles and a discharge capacity
of '1,300 cubic, feet/per second—a good-'
sized river.. Practically every govern
ment in the world that is building pub
lic works has-
Bent
engineers to
these and such other pieces of con
struction as the Pathfinder dam in
Wyoming, 215 feet high Owl Creek
dam, South Dakota, 6,200 feet long
Laguna dam', Arizona-California, nearly
a mile long across the Colorado Inter
state canal, 100 miles long, Wyomirig
Nebraska Strawberry tunnel, 4 miles
long, piercing the Wasatch mountains
in Utah, and the Roosevelt dam Jn Ari
zona, 284 feet high.
RECEIPTS WORTH WHILE.
From Mother's Magazine.
-v''- WHElAT GEMS. -r:'
Scald one pint of milk, add to it ono
tablespoon of butter and let It stand
until lukewarm. Then add one-half
cake of yeast dissolved in a quarter
cup of warm water, three
cupB
Igfgi
COLD IN
ft tin
see
of flour
and one teaspoonful of salt. Beat well,
cover, and let stand in a warm place
until morning. A half hour before
breakfast beat two eggs separately, and
add,' first the yolks then the whites to
the risen mixture. Beat vigorously,
and bake In gem pans in a quick oven.
WALNUT CAKE.
Cream one and a third cups of sugar
with two-thirds of a cup of butter
add half a cup of sweet milk and two
teaspoons of baking powder sifted with
two cups of flour then add the stiffly
beaten whites of six eggs and a tea
spoon of vanilla. Bake in two oblong
pans five Inches, wide .by nine inches
long. For filling mix- the yolks of the
six eggs with a cup of sugar and a
cup of thick, sweet cream, then add a
cup of chopped walnuts. Cook In a
double boiler until. thick. Spread be
tween the layers and On top.
SALMON ROLL.
One can salmon, one cup of bread
crumbs, two eggs, salt and pepper, two
tablespoons of milk (milk may be
omitted if a drier loaf is desiredy mix
thoroughly and form into a roll in a
buttered pan then take one-half cup
of crumbs, two tablespoonfuls of melt
ed butter, mix and pour over top and
sides of roll bake one half hour. Sauce.
One pint of milk, one tablespoon of
flour, one tablespoon of butter, cook
and pour over roll when done and
serve at once
SCALLOPED FISH.
There area number of delicious ways
in which fish can be scalloped. Line a
buttered baking dish with cold boiled
fish that has been picked into pieces.
Sprinkle with
Bait
and pepper is not
already seasoned, add a layer,of cream
sauce, then another layer of fish and
.continue thus until the dish Is nearly
full. Cover with cracker crumbs, dot
with butter and bake until brown on
top. Another delicious way to scallop
fish is to use tomatoes In alternate
layers with the fish, sprinkling each
layer lightly with grated cheese. Either
sliced tomatoes or tomato sauce can be
used. Codfish Is nice scalloped with
oysters, seasoning each layer of oys
ters with salt, pepper and butter and
a dash of lemon:if desired.
Education vs. Legislation.
From'the Christian'Herald.
Unquestionably we have depended too
much upon mere legislation. Education" is
the other oar, which falling to pull strong
ly. we have been going round and round
from "license" to "no license," and from
"no license" back to "license," instead of
forward to a diminished consumption of
liquors. When we get a "no license" or
prohibition law we have not done, enougb
educational work on Sunday schools and
public schools and out of school to get a
good enforcement of the law and an in
creased number of abstainers, which last
Is the real goal.
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wants
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"This reporter
graph."
"Well?"
"Of what interest to the public is my
impending divorce?"
"Do not overlook the power of ths
press, my dear. When I was divorced
t!ae last time the papers published my
ihotogrmph, and it got me a new hus
almost Immediately."
At Lms. vJl
From Punch.
Wife of His Bosom (in course of do
tic difference)^—Cowardl Brutal
Bnfilwl Pig! Monster! BsjMt! Oh* 1
wish you knew what thought of
you!
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4 «old in the head is the first
/er in the history of disease and
This has been so often repeated
there are few people Indeed who hate
not witnessed many examples of it.
A cold In the head is rarely sever*
enough to'confine a vigorous perao*
to the house. Aa a rule, it ends ta
recovery without any treatment Thla
has led many people to regard a cold
in the head as of no importance. It la
a terrible mistake, however, to page
by a cold In the head as a trivial mat*
ter. Every case should be treated.
Those who have used Pernna for
such cases will testify unanlmoualy
that a few doses is sufficient to r»
move every vestige of the cold. How
much better It Is toi treat a cold In tMi
way than It la to allow It to go on and
on for weeks* perhaps months, leaving
effects that will never be eradicated.
Yet there are those who neglect to
take" Peruna for a cold in the heai.
This neglect Is due to the false notion
tkat a cold in the liead la hardly worth
noticing.
A cold In the head la in reality a
ease of acute catarrh. It ought to be
called so, In order to awaken people
flrom their lethargy on this aubject. Ia
a large per cent of cases cold ln the
head will end in chronic catarrh. Un
less properly treated with some seek
remedy as Peruna, perhaps K4 per
cent of caaes of cold In the head will
lay the foundation lor chronic catarrh.
A tablespoonful of Peruna should be
taken' at the very first symptom of
cold In the head. Usually where the
cold Is not very severe a tablespoonfal
of Peruna before each meal and at bed
time Is sufficient. It foay be neoee
sary, however, where the attack la
more serious to keep strictly in the
house and take a tablespoonful of
Peruna every hour. Younger people
feeble or delicate women, ehould take
a teaspoonful every hour.
ARCTIC SKEPTICISM.
"Did you see the janitor?" ,.w,
"Yes. 1 told him it was as cold
our flat as at the north pole."
"What did he say?"
"He merely looked.supercilious and
asked for my proofs."
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His Deceased Relative.'
Mrs. Boynton noticed that her col
ored gardener was wearing mourning
clothes.
"I see you have met with a leas.
Henry," she said, glancing at the band
of crape on hiir hat
"Yes, ma'am "was the reply.
''Was it a near or a distant rela
tive?" inquired the lady.
"Well, kind o' distant," said Henry,
." 'bout twenty-five mile, ma'am."
For Curl|ng Feathers.
To curl a feather that has become
damaged with rain or dew sprinkle
it thickly with coinmon salt and shake
before a bright fire until dry, whea
you will find it as good as new.
r: After Material.
Editor—"Why do you persist in com*
ing here? 1 tell you,1 don't buy flo
tion." Author—"Oh, I don't wish' to
Bell
any of my stories I am writing
a short serial entitle -The Ugliest
Man on Earth,' and came ln merely to
obtain local color."
Slightly Misunderstood.
"I understand that the young man
in tbe house next to you Is a finished
cornetist?" "Gee! Is he? I was jost
screwing up my courage to^ finish
him 'myself! Who did It?"—Houston
Post.
.. His Reason. &&&
"Why does the museum freak
plain that he is a dead one?" 'j
"Because he is a llying skeletpn."
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