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1 Gave Hl* Convert* Mountain Dew. Mnae Aiken, Kentucky's famous moonshine preacher, who died some time ago, is to have a monument. Aiken was the author of that expres sion much used by ministers to-day, **l)on’t do as I do, but do as I say.” lie converted many of the mountain eers, and always after a penitent had professed conversion he would take him aside and present to him n bottle of ‘‘mountain dew." After services Aiken frequently withdrew to his still and manufactured his ‘‘moonshine." He escaped the revenue officers for years, hut was taken at last In his grist mill, where he had secreted a •till. He was over eighty years old At the time. —Carlisle (Ky.) Mercury. TT>o irulfirn of thin paper will tic pleaded to leam Uial ihcie in »l Iciut out) (li'-adi'd (Urn ane liiut acli aoe la« ber.ii able to cure In »H tin m;o, and ib.il l« UaUrrli. Hall’i Caurrh Cure I* the only p<>«lilva ture uoir known to tlio mulli.il fraternity. Catarrh if Inn • ColiatltutlonKl dlMraae. rei)iilruH a cnnailtu- Horn'! treat meet. Ilall'a Catarrh Cure I* taken In- Uruallr. Mtlag 4ifM( ly a poo tin- kkn I and r.tucoua turfacea of iho ayt-iein, thereby destroying the wundatlon of the dNeaae, and riving the patient & rent-th by building up the con»tllull<>n and tulip g nature In d dug U» work. The pr prletors have to Such f.ilih In I t curst.ve powers ttiat they offer bcc IluiiJri I It -liar* for any c.. u that 1; Uiu to tore. Rend for Met of te-Mrwital*, Addreaa K. J. CHKNKY <fc CO.. Toledo, 0. ►oiu or ail irruggiata. .ao. Talte ilall’a family I’llla for couattpatloa. Urady—Grogan do be afther tellln’ mo that hia lad Terry do bo sthage ■thruck. Dugan—Do ye* think the gosoon could support himself as an acthor? Grady—Ol’ve no doubts uv It. Why, Ivry tcime 01 Ivor asked him t’ have a dhrlnk he steered me up a--;aiPßt a free lunch that would make Jawn D. Rocky fellor ato. —Puck. “Anyway, there's no marrying in fcoaven, ’ growled the old bachelor passonger as ho glared fiercely at the bridal couple across the aisle. ‘Well, I don’t care,” retorted the blushing bride, as she nestled her bead on the manly bosom of her ac complice, "there's heaven in marriage, tnyway."—Chicago News. i FRAUDS IN A BALE OF HAY. According to an articlo in tho Cincinnati Commercial, a fifty-one pound stone was Cjentlv found in ilmt city socrotcd in a loot nay of eighty pounds. This is not as bad as finding a lump of lead of nearly*one-half tho weight of tho polid gold watch case secreted in tho cen ter of the case. Gold watch cases are sold by weight, and no one can see where this lead is se creted until tbo springs of the case aro taken nm and the lead will bo found se creted behind them. These wises are mnde by companies who Erofess to Ihj honest but furnish the moans > the dishonest to rob the public. It is toot pleasant for anyone to find that ho hus lugged u lump of lead In his watch case. Another trick the makers of spurious solid gold watch cases is to stamp tno case “U. 8. Assay.” The United States does not stamp any article made out of gold •nd silver except coin, and the fakir, by Effing this stamp, wants to make the public elieve that the government had something flo dowiththo Stamping or Kuurauii-ifing 41io fineness of watch cases. v > Another trick of the wutch fakir is to advertise a watch descrilied as u solid gold filled watch with a twenty or twenty-five (gear guarantee. These watches aro gen erally sent C. O. IT,and if the purchaser has paid for the watch ho finds that the Company which guaranteed the watch to wear is not In existence. The Dueber-Hampden Watch Company Of Canton, Ohio, who are constantly ex- Gsing these frauds, will furnish the moa of the manufacturers who are in this questionable business. Always Out of Season. "Who is this man who is telling us ghat he has found • way of extermin ating mosquitoes? “He’s the same man who last July was exulting over the fact that he had found a cheap substitute for coal. —Washington Star. Than whom there is no better Potato FJxpert in the Country, says: “Salzer'a Earliest Potato is the earliest of 3H ear liest sorts, tried by me. yielding 464 bu. g>er acre.” Salzer’s Early Wisconsin Wielded for the Rural New Yorker 736 l*u per acre. Now Halzer has heuvler yielding varieties than above. Bee Sulzer’B catalog. and this notice to the John A. Satzer Feed Co., La Cronse, Wls., and receive lots of farm seed «amples and their big catalog, which Is brim full of rare things for the gardener and farmer, easily worth 1100.00 to every wide awake farmer. It describes Salter's Teoxinte, yield ing 100,000 lbs. per acre, of rich green fodder, Balzer's Victoria Rape, yielding 60,000 lbs. of sheep and hog food per acre, together with Balter's New Nn tlohal Oats, which has a record of 300 t>u. per acre In 30 states, so also full description of Alfalfa Clover, Giant In carnat Clover, Alsike, Timothy and thousands of other fodder plants, Grasses, Wheat, Speltz, Barleys, etc. |W\ N. U.) I At a Bargain. Madge— They say she got that gown •he ia wearing at a bargain. Dolly— l shouldn’t be surprised. It looked as if It was half off. —Town /Topics. t ' ~ FARMERS ORGANIZE. What promises to become a most power, ful factor in the produce markets and from which farmers will reap Immense benefit, took life in llic organization of the Farmers’ Gw.in and Live Stock Commission Co., at Chicago, 111. This Company will handle shipments of grain and stock at all the pri mary markets, will have teoding stations Cor stock, and will operate elevators, eta The project has a strong backing from in fluential farmers and business men and will •e doubt reoeive universal endorsement. Exceptions Possible. Bad Boy —Teacher, do you think we •ascended from monkeys? Teacher —I hope not, Rodney. I would rather think that moßt of us as eended from them. —Chicago Tribune. ill YE Mr—mntty coryt r- flti nr mrmniin** «nns • ll® BiW d*r‘. OM oi Dr. >. tins'* ilmt N»r»* Hrator* mg, SMd for FRKK M 3.00 tru; butii* >ud tre*ti«a* Em sum SUMS, LUL, Ml Arch Strwa, PMUctelahla, fa Doing good by example Is a vary How way of Instituting reforms. >r s;■?. £;}%!, ■/; . r", ” -r ■>'• BHrHßrrr SB**** SIOO Reward, SIOO. His Route Laid Out. Bhe Was Satisfied. Fraud* In Watch Cases. Tb« Kdltor of th« Rural Nrw Torkw JUST SEND lOe IN STAMPS ***XMlk*atoX**McXM*&!kX*&Mk** | The -- - 5 | Curse °£ Carrington | i By K. TEMPLE MOORE. jjjj? CHAPTER XXXIX. “I Will Try." Throughout Blackcastle a great awe reigned—that awe which seems the special tribute wo pay the King of Terrors. Every one walked lightly, and spoke very softly, as thought fearful of dis turbing tne repose of the quiet sleep er who lay among them. Cyril Carrington arrived from Lon don by the noon train. With him were some old friends of the dead man, who came to superintend the final arrange ments, and accompany the remains back to London, where they were to be Interred in the family lot of the Brackens. Cyril, hurrying through the hall, coated and capped and travel stained, came face to face with Cynthia Len- Ile suppressed the Inclination he felt to cry out at sight of her. “Why!" he exclaimed, "how wretch ed you arc looking!” She looked up at him and shook her head with a faint laugh. “What a compliment for a gallant gentleman to pay!" “I never pay you compliments.” ho said, In a low voice. “I know you too well to think you would accept such dubious homage. But positively, you are looking 111. All this excitement Is proving too much for you!" “Oh, no!" with resolute brightness— “l am quite well, Indeed!" But despite herself, she felt a slight thrill of pleasure as she heard the tender anxiety in his voice. “How is aunt?" he questioned. “She Is greatly shocked and de pressed. She has not left her own room yet. What time do you take him up to London.? 1 see you have brought strangers with you.” “Yes. Wo go up by the 3 p. m. train." “To-day? Not to-day?” “Oh, yes, to-day. His friends insist Of course, as he was a guest at Black castie, I shali accompany them and re main till ull is over.” “You will find lunch in the morning room,” she said, turning away. “I must go anu meet those gentlemen; they look bewildered! Hospitality and courtesy seem rarely themselves on such an occasion as this!” "Walt—l will introduce them,” Cyril said, turning to and walking with her to whero a small group of gentlemen were clustered by the great mullioned window, talking in subdued accents. They paused in their conversation and doffed their hats at sight of Cyn thia. Cyril made them known individually and the girl received them with the easy, stately grace natural to her. Half an hour later she caught sight of the chief of police as he passed through the hall. She called to him, and he called quickly at sound of her voice. She flung wide the door of the little room at the foot of the stairs —the room whero Lady Carrington had told Laurio Lisle about the woman her son had loved. “Just a few moments, Mr. Lynn. 1 want particularly to speak to you.” Ho came in, closing the door behind him, closing the door behind him, and stood before her, his hat in his hands, respectfully attentive. He listened during the first part of her rapid, direct, logical speech in smiling incredulity, now and then neg atively shading his head. But as she proceeded, the smiles and shakes grew lev? frequent, and finally conned alto gether. Ho looked up at her with deep ening Interest. “You don’t for one second suppose that, a frail slip of a girl like Miss Lisle —putting her personality out of the quesi.on—could kill him, a strong, agile, athletic man? And if it could bo proved—” “Well, about her being such a slip of a girl,” Mr. Lynn ruminated. “I don't boo that that is such a strong argu ment. Of course, speaking as I do now, I aho put Miss Lisle’s personal ity out of the question. Good heavens, Miss Lennox, you’ve no idea —no idea how strong a delicate woman can be when the case at stake means the pay ment of an old grudge! We police officers see enough of that sort of thing to make us chary of our chari table suppositions . Now, suppose he was writing, and some one slipped noislessly behind him with • sharp dagger— “ “Oh. Mr. Lynn!” the girl cried, Im patiently; “don’t you see how improb able is all that which you are trying to force yourself to believe? There was a struggle—a sharp struggle. CjiiM she have for one moui.nt have resist* j him when discovered? Ask yourse t if, in the light of common reason, such a suspicion savors ever so slightly of probability!" “But if first wounded —” “He was not at first wounded?" sfcs asserted, convincedly. “If he had been there would have been blood stains around the room. It is a very large apartment and things are upset and disturbed in the remotest corners, where the frantic fight must have pen etrated, but only on and immediately •round the spot where he fell is there blood! This proves conclusively that the dagger wound wm lnfllctod after the struggle bad taken place. And ,as I have remarked, the girl who could conquer in sacii a hand-to-hand com bat must be a very amazon. Now, do you see?” "By Jove,” Mr. Lynn hazarded, glancing up admiringly, “you’d made a fine detective! No —no offense. Mis 3 Lennox!” in sudden trepidation. “I take none,” she said, gently. "But now, Mr. Lynn—now that jou see how absurd is Mr. Stack's opinion in this case—you will surely discover how probable Is the supposition 1 advance. Just consider itu chief pcinte one mo mem." Five minutes later he paused and looketl back at her, his hand on the door knob. “I’ll do it, Miss Lennox. I’ll see my men and help you as far as is in ray power. There may be sometl ing in it. For your friend's sake, 1 hope there is If there happened to he," he added.with a roguish twinkle in bis eyes, wholly out of place with the ghastly case In question, It would be a great thing to beat their boss London detective, who seems io think all we rural officials are deaf and blind —wouldn’t it, now?" "Indeed it would!” Miss Lennox an swered, heartily, rejoiced to have an ally, and humoring his professional pride. "It would be a splendid local victory!" CHAPTER XL. “Clivel" One o’clock. How time was flying. At two they would arrive. All preparations rela tive to the Journey were being made, swiftly and noiselessly. Quick brains wrought out the plans, issued orders and decided doubts. Deft hands obeyed. Here and there moved Mr. Lynn, whispering to his men and intently in tent on his own business. Once, when Mr. Stack passed him, arm-in-arm with a brother detective from London, he chuckled hopefully and curiously to himself. Two o’clock! And the hearse was at the door, tho carriages in line, the casket lid screw ed down. Half-past two! And the little cor tege moved down the avenue—a sol emn. gloomy procession. Overhead the dull December still lowered broodingly. Underfoot, the snow was thawing, and it splashed the sleek horses at every step. Over all, a shrill wind shrieked in spiteful Jubilance. The bend of the avenue was reached. Round it swept the hearse, the nod ding plumes, the funeral train. The servants, watching from the windows of the groat house beyond, sighed with relief as the last carriage disappeared, threw open the shutters, drew up the blinds and went about their customary duties with voices a little louder than usual, because so long subdued. Thus Cuthbert Bracken went forth from Blackcastle! About four o’clock a knock went echoing through the house. Cynthia Lennox, slowly ascending the stairs, paused to look back as the footman opened the door “ Miss Lennox,” she heard Mr. Bow ers’ smooth voice say, interrogatively. My compliments to Miss Lennox, and could I Bee her for a few moments?” He came into the hall, closely fol lowed by a stranger—a big, awkward lout of a fellow, tanned and bearded— a sailor, undoubtedly. His dress and bearing betrayed that. Cynthia turned and retraced her stops as she heard her name spoken. “Mr. Bowers, you wished to see me?” “My dear Miss Lennox—yes. So it is true, then, that the—ah, the re mains, have already been conveyed to London?” “Yes; the yhave gone.” “Our trains must have crossed. I had no idea they would proceed so soon. The first I heard of it was from the lodgekeeper, and I was amazed— positively amazed! However, that is not what I earns down about. Keen as is my regret at this unfortunate and deplorable daath of my honored client, and eager as I am to see that death avenged, still it is unnecessary to ex plain to you that a lawyer and his work are iussolubiy bound together, and that —ah—neither can stand still even on an occasion so mournful and exceptional as this.” “The former can’t, to a certainty," Cynthia said to herself, as the little lawyer fidgeted around In nervous im portance. “Good gracious! what is the men driving at?” But she only looked at him in hope less mystification. "And so, anxious to determine the Identity of the new claimant of the Atherton estate as soon as possible. I came down here to-day for that pur pose." “Oh. you did!” Cynthia agreed, con siderably enlightened. “How do you propose to do so?” The man of law compressed his lips and knotted his brows Into an im pressively profound expression of wisdom. "My dear Miss Lennox." he whis pered ponderously, “it was a most re markable—a most remarkable occur rence. One might almost call It phe- notnenal. You know I left yesterday afternoon to go up to London. Almost arrived there, I alighted at a station to procure some refreshment, and found the murder at Blackcastle. news of which had of course been telegraphed along the line, the chief topic of con versation. While there another train dashed dp from an opposite direction to that in which lay my intended route. And among the passengers who serged into the waiting room was —this man!” With a graceful wave of his hand, Mr. Bowers indicated the hulking fig ure looming behind him, who acknowl edged the introduction with a nod and a grin. "Well, tho talk went on among the group by the bar, and one word caught the newcomer’s ear. ‘“Did you say Bracken?* he asked, stepping forward. “ ‘Now you’ve struck it. The ramo of the murdered man was Bracken — Cuthbert Bracken, mate,’ they an swered him. ‘‘‘l knew him!’ he cried. 'We es caped together from the Dolphin when she burned last September.’ “That was enough for me. I felt like a detective when I Jumped up and grabbed him ‘“You’re my man!’ said I. ‘or rather I’ll make it worth your while to be. What women were aboard the Dolphin during tho trip you speak of?* “Only two,’ he answered. ‘An old lady named Mrs. Grey, and a young lady named Miss Lisle. You see it was a sailing vessel which belonged to the young woman’s grandfather.’ “ ‘Was there only one young lady?’ I asked, for you remember Mr. Brack en had told me there were two. He asserted positively that there was only one. ‘Would you know her again if you werG to see her?’ I asked. “‘Yes,’ he said. ‘I saw but very lit tle of her till after the ship blazed; but I had a good look at her then, and I’d know her among a'thousand.’ “So, there, Miss Lennox, you have the case in a nutshell. This man can cerainJy identify her —the new claim ant.” Miss Lennox smiled Involuntarily as he paused, red in the faee and qulto breathless. A veiy capacious and well-filled nutshell, his! There was the sound of a woman’s footsteps descending the stairs. Mr. Bowers turne dhastily to the sailor. "Hark! Draw back and watch.” The man stepped behind the statue of a mail-clad knight. Baby Earle’s trim figure came into sight, crossed the hall and entered the breakfast room. The sailor stepped forth again. "Was that she?” Mr. Bowers ques tioned. He shook his head emphatically "No," he declared, decidedly, if un grammatically; “that warn’t her!” From the corridor above came tho tones of a sweet, silvery voice, evi dently in response to a question. "No, I am not looking for Miss Dent. I am trying to find Miss Lennox. She must be down stairs!” “That’s her!" the son of Neptune cried, promptly and confidently. “That’s—” "Wait!” the lawyer whispered. "Not so loud! Wait till you see her!” A girl was coming down the stairs— a girl small, slender, dark-clad, with two»long, bright braids of heavy hair falling below her waist, and a lovely, childish, high-bred face. "Oh, that’s her,” the man repeated, in a tone of perfect conviction. “By George! it’s* not hard to remember that face! Young women like she don’t grow on every bush. That’s her, sure!” “Very well!” Cynthia said. “Now go down the hail to a passage which turns to your right. Keep straight along till you reach the servants’ di vision. Say Miss Lennox sent you down to dinner ” He started off obediently, nothing loth at the prospect of a comfortable meal. Mr. Borers went forward to the foot of the stairs and intercepted Laurie. She started as he addressed her. "Miss Lisle,” he stammered, “I want to speak to you!" She stood and listened as he con tinued his embarrassing explanation. Out of his extreme confusion she was beginning at last to elicit the real state of affairs, when a carriage whirled past the window and drew up before the door. A moment later there came a brlsa knock. They dr«w back a little—the ladles and Mr Bowers—as a footman Hung back the portals to admit Mr. Stack, his fellow official and a policeman. The first-named held a folded paper In his hand. The wide, rugged, raf tered hall was growing shadowy with declining daylight, as Cynthia Lennox stepped forward to meet them. Mr. Stack deliberately unfolded the document he held. “I am very sorry, Miss Lennox, to be obliged to resort to extreme meas ures In this most peculiar caso. ( have been as lenient as porslble. Uut I have to-day received Instructions from my chief In London, in view of the very strong presumptive evidence against the suspected, to have legal authority enlisted on our behalf, and to Immediately thereafter formally ar rest the accused and convey her to Darglott jail. Hero is the warrant from a magistrate of your county, au thorizing the proceeling. It only re mains for me to do my duty.” It was a weary, horrible rlgamarole. “What is ail tils about?” Lady Car rington cried, coming slowly down the polished stairs, wan and bloodless as a spectre. But wher. they had explained it to her she sat down weakly, speaking never a word. ”1 will go with you!” Laurie Lisle said, quietly, and looking around with blue, unterrifled eyes. ”1 am innocent l have nothing to fear.” Cynthia Lennox came swiftly for ward and clasped ths girl’a slender bands in her firm hold. . 1 ■ -A , ~ “It Is Infamous 1 I believe In you— I love you! You know that! Are you really resolved to go?” “Yes. You are far more nervous than I. I am so secure in the confi dence of my own guiltlessness that I am not at all afraid- Will you bring me my wraps?” And when Cynthia had brought them, in loving, helpless obedience, and wrapped them about her, the girl looked up at her with a bright, sweet smile. ”1 want to leave you a message,” she said. “If Clive comes, as I know he will, tell him how dearly—how dearly she loves him —the girl he left behind him!” “I will!” Cynthia said, fervently, and bent and kissed tho fair young face. ’’Ready?” queried Mr. Stack. She bowed assent. He opened the great doors, and flung them wide. Mr. Bowers, stamping up and down in useless agitation, stood and fairly gasped: “One moment!” Laurie was bending over my lady, and bolding out her hand in mute fare well But even as she stood so, a cry —a wild, fierce cry—cut the silence like a lash: “By heaven, you shall not take her! She is not guilty! Take me! That voice! Out of the snowy world beyond, across the threshold, into the great peopled hall, a man staggered—a man magnilleently statured, splendidly pro portioned, but gaunt, ha"gard, poorly clad —a man with a grand, Greek face, olive skinned and flashing eyed. In one hand he swung a gleaming dagger high above his head. There was a second—barely a sec ond —of Intense silence. Then Laurie Lisle leaped forwa.il with a cry which pealed through the old house and out into the dying daylight—a cry ringing, tremulous, passionate. Just one word: “Clive!” (To Be Continued.) Why the Lord Made So Many. On Lincoln’s lips the words that often came were these. “The common people.” To those who lived with him and talked with him, especially dur ing the Civil v ar, it seemed as if ho could never cease thinking of those who were just human beings, unlet tered, unknown, inglorious. A con gressman from a Western district ap proached him during his term as pres ident and apologized for presenting a petition from his constituents because they were very common people. "Well,” said Lincoln, pleasantly, "God must lo\e the common people, he’s made so many of 'em.—Success. A Dangerous Task. "Some of our proverbs are not only foolish, but positively dangerous,” said the Simple Soul. "Now, there’s that one about ’he who runs may read.’ ” "What’s the matter with that?” de manded the other. "Well, I tried to read while I was running once, but I tripped over a ditch and nearly broke my neck.”— Philadelphia Ledger. Plot and Counterplot. Nell—You and Jack Sterling seem to be quite chummy these days. Belle—Yes; Jack’s a good fellow. He’s going to marry May Simpson in a month or so. Nell—l knew they were engaged, but I thought she was growing cold. Belle —Oh, she’s warming up now. I’ve been giving her the impression lately that I wanted him. —Philadel- phia Record. A Kind Employer. Clerk—l am to bo married shortly. Couldn’t*you manage to increase my salary a little? Employer—Couldn’t, really. But I’ll I’ll tell you what I’ll do for you, my boy. I’ll shorten your hours during the first three months, so that you can spend your evenings at home, and after that I’il lengthen them again, so that you will have an excuse to get away. —New York Weekly. His Failing. "Julia,” said the living skeleton to the fat lady, "why don’t you go over and sit with the ossified man awhile. Poor fellow, he would appreciate hav ing a lady to talk with.” "Oh, he wearies me,” sniffed the fat lady, "e can’t talk to a girl four minutes without wanting her to hold his hand. He's too soft for any use.” —Judge. It Interfered. “How did Bluster happen to let all Ms business get away from him?” asks the sympathetic friend. “Oh," explains the hard-headed ac quaintance. “he got so busy writing ar. tides on 'how to succeed’ that ho didn’t have time to look after his own affairs." —Judge. Knew Paris. BobsoQi—l see that a Parisian coun tess Is obliged to earn her living at the washtub. Too bad isn’t It? Deacon Bingle (who knows some thing about Paris)—V/clI, I don’t know; those Par*°!an washerwomen seem to be a decidedly JoLy lot.— Cleveland Plain Dealer. With a Sweeping Bow. “I will go down the chimney first, If you don’t mind,” said the polite chim ney sweep. “Oh. certainly, c„ot yourself,” re plied his equally courteous assistant. —Sphinx. Behind the Bcenes. The Manager— Who is that ™« n over th*™» the wings? Tho Leading Lady (complacently)-^ Oh. that la my angel.—Judge _ .. . #>r * A Professional Nurse Tells Her E» perience With Doan’s Kidney Pill* Montague, lunan. 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After using one box 1 was better, and have ever since been on the gain. I have no backache and no cramps now and * I feel like a new person. My nerves arc better and I know my blood Is purer. Words cannot express my thanks to you for what Doan’s Kidney Pills have done for me. In my work as professional nurse 1 have a chance to recommend them; and they did me so much good that I will do so on every possible occasion. HATTIE BRIGHAM, Nurse. Doan’s Kidney Pills are sold at BO cents per box. Address Foster- Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y., for a free trial box. A Personal Grievance. Wilfred —Maw, stop that bad boy; he’s trying to kill our squirrels! Mother—Certainly, Willie, dear. He has no business to do anything of the sort. Wilfred—l should say not. I want to shoot at ’em myself.—Boston Post- BO Bn. Macaroni Wheat Per A. Introduced by the U. S. Dept, of Art. It is a tremendous cropper, yielding in good land SO bu. per acre, and on dry, arid lands, such as are found in Mont.. 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