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SYNOPSIS.
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ried life hasn't changed you any!
A Remedy for Neuralgia or Pain In
the Nerves
For neuralgia and sciatica Sloan's
Liniment has no equal. It has a pow
erfully sedative effect on the nerves
penetrates without rubbing and
gives Immediate relief from pain-
quickens the circulation of the blood
and gives a pleasant sensation of com
fort and warmth.
"For three years I suffered with
neuralgia In the head and jaws."
writes J. P. Hubbard, of Marietta. S.
C, "and had almost decided to have
three of my teeth pulled, when a
friend recommended me to buy a 25
cent bottle of Sloan's Liniment. I did
so and experienced Immediate relief,
and I kept on using it until the neu
ralgia was entirely cured. I will never
be without a bottle of Sloan's Lini
ment in my house again. I use It also
for insect bites and sore throat, and I
can cheerfully recommend it to any
one who suTers from any of the ills
I have mentioned."
OPENS GRAVE FOR A PICTURE.
Sorrowing Widow Had to Have Pic
ture by Which to Remember Hubby.
To be exhumed after he had been
buried for 20 days and told to sit up
and "look pleasant" was the tough
luck that befell a corpse out at Wood
lawn cemetery. New York, the other
day. Henry l3rown, a train dispatcher
on the One Hundred and Twenty
ninth street elevated road, died De
cember 6 of rheumatic gout and was
buried decently and In order. Some
two weeks after the funeral it oc
curred to Mrs. Crown that she would
like a photograph of her husband,
having none that did him justice. Im
mediately she petitioned the Bronx
health department for permission to
exhume Henry and snapshot him.
The health department was some
what dazed, but granted the request,
and so, with a photographer and an
undertaker, Mrs. Brown went to
Woodlawn and had the three weeks'
corpse dug up. IJrown was taken
both profile and full face.
A detachment nf th FMrMntli In.
fantry from l-'ort Dethune trapped by
Indians In a narrow srorire. Anions them
ta a atranger who Introduce hlmxHf by
tha name nf llumnlnn u U.i llha t ho
post trader, and hi daughter. Clllla and
a majority of the Hol.lleia are killed dur
ing a three days' sieire. Hampton and
the rlrl onlv eaoane from the Indiana.
They fall exhausted on the plains. A
rotnnanv Of the Mvii1h ravulrv I .iattt
Brant in command, find them. Hampton
and the arlrl Hton nt the Minora' llnmo In
Glenrald, Airs. Duffy, proprtetrea. Hamp
ton talks the future over with Miss Oil
Ha the Kid. She ahows htm her moth
er'a picture and tells htm what she can
of her parentaKe and life. They decide
she shall live with Mrs. Herndon. Naida
the Kid runs twuv front Mrs. Ilernrinn'a
and rejoins Hampton. He induces her to
ieo Dack, and to have nothing more to do
with him. Hamrilon rduvs his last rame
of cards, lie announce to lied Sluvln
that he has oult. Htid then leaven lilen-
cald. Mist l'hoebe Spencer arrives in
(Jleiufild to teach Its ttrst school. Alius
Spencer meets Naida. Kev. Wynkoop.
etc. She hoard at Mr. lli-rnilnn'M.
Naida and Lieut. Brunt atain meet with
out his knowing who she I. She informs
Mm of the cominc lt.iilielui- chili Imll In
honor of Miss Sneneer. I.leut. itrant
meets Silent Murphy, t'uster'a acout. He
reports trouble brewlnu; allium? the Sioux.
Social dlmcllltles Hris nt tlirt H:l li tnr
club's ball anions the admirers of Mias
Snenicr T.iullt Itrunl himii Mi jo
cer but she Is not his Hcouuintaiice of the
day before. She tells him of Naida. and
he accidentally meets her amiiii u he is
returning to the ballroom with a fan for
Miss Spencer. Brant accompanies Naida
home from the. dunce. On the way she
informs him us to who she Is, und that
she is to meet Hampton. Brant and
Hampton meet. Hampton Informs the
lieutenant that his attentions to Naida
must cease, mid proclaims an authority
over her that Justifies the statement.
Bmnt tells Hampton of the presence of
Silent Murphy, and of the fact that Bed
Slavln receives government messages for
him. Miss Spencer called on Bob Hamp
ton. Tells him of a red-faced atranxer
mistaking her for Naida. Brant inter
views Bed Slavln. Finds that he is an ex
trooper in the Seventh cavalry. It was
Slavln's and Murphy's testimony that
more than ten years before htld convicted
Jtobert Nolan, then a captain In the Sev
enth, of the murder of MaJ. Brant. Sr.
Hampton attempts to force a confession
from Slavln. Slavln insists it Is Alurphy
he wants, and Murphy had left. In a
scuffle Slavln Is killed by a knife thrust.
Hampton surrenders to Buck Mason,
marshal. Mob attempts to canture him.
Mason and his prisoner escaoe to a
and defend themselves. Alob lights
to burn then; out.
hill
tire
The Retort Venomous.
"So this Is your widely advertised
dollar table d'hote dinner, Is It?" said
the Indignant would be diner, as he
pushed aside an entree which he could
not masticate. "Why, this is the last
place In the world I would recom
mend to friends."
"Don't blame you, sir," said the
ead faced waiter. "Send your ene
mies here."
PANTRY CLEANED
A Way Some People Have.
A doctor said:
"Before marriage my wife observed
in summer and country homes, coming
In touch with families of varied means,
culture, tastes and discriminating ten
dencies, that the families using Pos
tum seemed to average better thaa
those using coffee.
' "When we were married two years
ago, Postum was among our first order
of groceries. We also put in some cof
fee and tea for guests, but after both
had stood around the pantry about a
year untouched, they were thrown
away, and Postum used only.
"Up to the ago of 28 I had been ac
customed to drink coffee as a routine
habit and suffered constantly from in
digestion and all Its relative disorders.
Since using Postum all the old com
plaints have completely left me and I
sometimes wonder If I ever had them."
Name given by Postum Co., Ilattle
Creek, Mich. Head, "The Road to
Wellville," in pkgs. "There's a Reason."
CHAPTER XXI. Continued.
She asked this question with such
perfect innocence that Brant believed
she failed to comprehend Hampton's
claims.
'I have been Informed that It must.
he explained. "I have been told that
I was no longer to force my attentions
upon Miss Gillis."
"By Bob Hampton?" .
"Yes. Those were, I believe, his ex
act words. Can you wonder that I
hardly know how I stand In your
sight?"
"I do not at all understand," she
faltered. "Truly, Lieut. Brant, I do
not. 1 feel that Mr. Hamilton would
not say that without a gtod and suf
flclent reason. He is not a man to
be swayed by prejudice: yet. what
ever the reason may be, I know noth
ing about it."
"But you do not answer my last
query.
"Perhaps I did not hear it."
"It was: How do I stand in your
sight? That is of far more impor
tance to me now than any unauthor
ized command from Mr. Hampton
She glanced up Into his serious face
shyly, with a little dimple of returning
laughter. "Indeed; but perhaps he
might not care to have mo say. How
ever, as I once informed you that you
were very far from being my Ideal,
possibly it may be my duty to qualify
that harsh statement somewhat."
'By contessing that I am your
ideal?"
"Oh, indeed, no! We never realize
our ideals, you know, or else they
would entirely cease to bo Ideals. My
confession Is limited to a mere admis
sion that I now consider you a very
pleasant young gentleman."
'.'You offer me a stone when I cry
unto you for bread," he exclaimed.
"The world Is filled with pleasant
young men. They are a drug on the
market. I beg some special distinc
tion, some different classification in
your eyes."
"You are becoming quite hard to
please," her face turned partially
away, her look medltaatlve, "and
and dictatorial; but I will try. You
are Intelligent, a splendid dancer,
fairly good looking, rather bright at
times, and, no doubt, would prove
venturesome if not held strictly to
your proper place. Take it all in all,
you are even Interesting, and I ad
mit I am Inclined to like you."
The tantalizing tone and manner
nerved him; he grasped the white
hand resting Invitingly on the grass,
and held it firmly within his own.
"You only make sport as you d'.d
once before. I must have the whole
truth."
"Oh, no; lo make sport at such a
time would be sheerest mockery, and
I would never dare to be so free.
Why, temember we are scarcely more
than strangers. How rude you are!
only our third time of meeting, and
you will not release my hand."
"Not unless I must, Naida." and the
deep ringing soberness of his voice
startled the girl into suddenly uplift
ins ber eyes to his face. What she
read there Instantly changed her mood
from playfulness to earnest gravity.
"Oh, please do not do not say what
you are tempted to," her voice almost
pleading. . "I cannot listen; truly I
cannot; I must not. It would make us
both very unhappy, and you would be
sure to regret such hasty words."
"Regret!" and he yet clung to the
hand which she scarcely endeavored
to release, bending forward hoping to
read in her hidden eyes the secret her
Hps guarded. "Am I, then, not old
enough to know my own mind?"
"Yes yes; I hope so, yes; but It Is
not for me; it can never be for me
I am no more than a child, a homeless
waif, a nobody. You forget that I do
not even know who I am, orthe name
I ought rightfully to bear. I will
not have It so."
"Naida, sweetheart!" and he burst
impetuously through all bonds of re
straint, her flushed cheeks the inspir
ation of his daring. "I will sneak.
for I care nothing for all this. It Is
you I love love forever. I)o you un
derstand me, darling? I love vou! I
. ... i - -
love you!"
For an instant one glad, weak,
helpless, forgetful instant she did
not see him, did not even know her-
seir; the very world was lost. Then
sho awoke as if from a dream, his
strong arms clasped about her, his
lipH upon hers.
"You must net," she sobbed. "I
tell you no! I will not consent; I
will not be false to myself. You have
no right; I gave you no right."
He permitted her to draw away,
and they stood facing each other, he
eager, mystified, thrilling with pas-
appeal to you to ask me no more."
It was Impossible for him to doubt
her Bober earnestness, or the depth
of her feelings; the full truth in her
words was pictured upon her face,
and in the pathetic appeal of her eye.
She extended both hands.
"You will forgive me? Truly, this
barrier has not been raised by me."
He bowed low, until his lips pressed
the white fingers, but before he could
master himself to utter a word in re
ply, a distant voice called his name,
and both glanced hastily around.
"That cry came from the valley,"
he said. "I left my horse tied there.
I will go and learn what It means."
She followed him part of the way
through the labyrinth of underbrush,
hardly knowing why she did so. He
stood alone upon the summit of the
high bluff whence he could look
across the stream. Miss 8pencer stood
below waving her parasol frantically,
and even as he gazed at her, his ears
.caught the sound of heavy firing down
the valley.
CHAPTER XXII.
Plucked from the Burning.
That Miss Spencer was deeply agi
tated was evident at a glance, while
the nervous manner in which she
glanced in the direction of those dis
tant gunshots, led Brant to jump to
the conclusion that they were in some
way connected with her appearance.
"Oh, Lieutenant Brant." she eHert.
excitedly, "they are going to kill him
down there, and he never did it at all.
I know he didn't, and so does Mr.
Wynkoop. Oh, please hurry! No
body knew where you were, until I
saw your horse tied here, and Mr.
Wynkoop has been hunting for you ev
erywhere. He Is nearly frantic, poor
man, and I cannot learn where either
Mr. Moffat or Mr. McNeil is, and I
just know those dreadful creatures
will kill him before we can get help."
"Kill whom?" burst In Brant, spring
ing down the bank fully aakened to
the realization of some unknown
emergency. "My dear Miss Spencer,
tell me your story quickly if you wish
me to act. Who is in danger, and
from what?"
The girl burst Into tears, but strug
gled bravely through with her mes
sage.
it s those awful men, the roughs
and rowdies down in Glencaid. Thev
say he murdered Red Slavln. that big
gambler who spoke to me this morn
Ing, but he didn't for I saw the man
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"I Have Been Told That
Was No Longer to Force My Attentions Up
on Mis9 Gillis."
sion almost beyond mastery, she trem
bling and unstrung, her cheeks crlm
son, her eyes Illled with mute ap
peal.
"I read it in your face," he Insisted
'It told of love."
"Then my face must have lied.'
she answered, -her soft voice tremu
lous, "or else you read the message
wrongly. It is from my lips you must
take the answer."
"And they kissed me."
"If so, I knew It not. It was by
no volition of mine. Lieut. Brant, I
have trusted you so completely; that
was not right."
"My heart exonerates me."
"I cannot accept that guidance."
"Then you do not love me?"
She paused, afraid of the impulse
that swept her on. "Perhaps," the
low voice scarcely audible, "I may
lovo you too well."
"You mean - there Is something
some person, perhaps standing be
tween?"
She looked frankly at him. "I do
mean just that. I am not heartless,
and I sincerely wish we had never
met; but this jnust be the end."
i tnu. auu who no explana
tion?"
"There is no other way." Ho couJd
perceive tears In her eyes, although
she spoke bravely. "Nor can I ex
plain, for all Is not clear to me. But
this I know, there is a barrier between
us Insurmountable; not even the pow
er of love can overcome It: and I
wlio did, and so did Mr. Wynkoop. He
jumped out of the saloon window, his
hand ajl bloody, and ran away. Bt
they've got him and the town marshal
up behind the Shasta dump, and swear
they're going to hang him If they can
only take him alive. Oh, Just hear
tnose awful guns!"
"Yes, but who is it?"
"Bob Hampton, and and ho never
aid It at all."
Before Brant could either move or
speak, Naida swept past him. down
the steep bank, and her voice rang
out clear, insistent. "Bob Hampton
attacked by a mob? Is that fVue,
Phoebe? They are fighting at the
Shasta dump, you say? Lieut. Brant,
you must act you must act now, for
my sake!"
She sprang toward the horse, nerv
ed by Brant's apparent slowness to re
spond, and loosened the rein from the
scrub oak. "Then I will go to him,
even if they kill me also, the
cowards!"
But Brant had got his head now.
Grasping her arm and the rein of the
1lunging horse, "You will go home."
he commanded, with the tone of mili
tary authority. "Go home with Mlrs
Spencer. All that can possibly he
done to aid Hampton I shall do will
you go?"
She looked helplessly Into his face.
"You you don't like him," she falter
ed; "I know you don't But but you
will help him," won't you, fot my
sake!"
He crushed back an oath. "Like
Mm or not like him, I will save him if
be In the power of man. Now will
you go?"
"Yes," she answered, and suddenly
extended her arms. "Kiss me first."
With the magical pressure of her
lips upon his, he swung into the sad
dle and spurred down the road. It
was a principle of his military train
ing never to temporize with a mob
ile would strike hard, but he must
have sufficient force behind him. He
reined up before the seemingly desert
ed camp, his horse Hung back upon its
haunches, white foam flecking Its
quivering flanks.
"Sergeant!" The sharp snap of his
voice brought that officer forward on
the run. "Where are the men?"
"Playln' ball, most of 'em, sir, Just
beyond the ridge."
"Are the horses out in the herd?"
les, sir."
"Sound the recall; arm and mount
every man; bring them into Glencaid
on the gallop. Do you know the old
Shasta mine?"
"No, sir."
"Half-way up the hill hack nf th
hotel. You'll find me somewhere in
front of it. This Is a matter of life or
death, so Jump lively now.!"
He drove In his spurs, and was off
like the wind. A number of men were
in the street, all hurrying forward in
the same direction, but he dashed past
them. These were miners mostly,
eager to have a hand in the man-hunt.
Here and there a rider skurrled along
and Joined In the chase. Just beyond
the hotel, half-way up the hill, rifles
were speaking Irregularly, the white
puffs of smoke blown quickly away by
the stiff breeze. Near the center of
this line of skirmishers a denser cloud
was beginning to rise in spirals.
Brant, perceiving the largest group of
men gathered just before him, rode
straight toward them. The crowd
scattered slightly at his approach, but
promptly closed in again as he drew
up his horse with taut rein. He look
ed down into rough, bearded faces.
Clearly enough these men were in no
fit spirit for peace making.
"You damn fool!" roared one,
hoarsely, his gun poised as if in
threat, "what do you mean by riding
us down like that? Do you own this
country?"
Brant flung himself from the saddle
and strode in front of the fellow. "I
mean business. You see this uniform?
Strike that, my man, and you strike
the United States. Who Is leading
this outfit?"
"I .don't know as It's your affair,"
the man returned, sullenly. "We ain't
takln' no army orders at present, mis
ter. We're free-born American citi
zens, an ye better let us alone."
"That Is not what I asked you," and
Brant squared his shoulders, his
hands clinched. "My question was,
Who is at the head of this outfit? and
I want an answer."
The spokesman looked around upon
the others near him with a grin of de
rision. "Oh, ye do, hey? Well, I reck
on we are, If you must know. Since
Big Jim Larson got it in the shoulder
this outfit right yere hes bin doin ,
most of the brain work. So if ye've
got anythln' ter tay, mister officer
man, I reckon ye better spit It out
yere ter me, an' sorter relieve yer
mind." '
"Who are you?"
The fellow expectorated vigorously
Into the leaves under foot, and draw
ing one hairy hand across his lips,
flushed angrily to the unexpected in
quiry.
"Oh, tell him, Ben. "What's the
blame odds? He can't do ye no hurt."
The man's look became dogged.
I'm Ben Colton, If It'll do ye any good
to know."
"I thought I had seen you some
where before," said Brant, contemptu
ously, and then swept his glance
about the circle. "A nice leader of
vigilantes you are, a fine representa
tive of law and order, a lovely speci
men of the free-born American
citizen! Men, do you happen to
know what sort of a cur you are fol
lowing In this affair?"
"Oh. Ben s all right."
"What ye got against him, young I
feller?"
"Just this." and Brant squarely
fronted the man, his voice ringing like
steel. "I've eecn mobs before to-day,
ami I've dealt with them. I'm not
afraid of you or your whole outfit,
and I've got fichting men to back me
tip. I never yet saw any mob which
wasn't led and incited by some cow
ardly, revengeful rascal. Honest men
get nixed up In such affairs, but they
are invariably Inflamed by some low
down sneak with an ax to grind. I
confess I don't know all about this
Colton, but 1 know enough to say he
Is an army deserter, a liar, a dive
keeper, a gambler, and, to my certain
knowledge, the direct cause of the
death of three men, one a soldier of
my troop. Now Isn't he a sweet speci
men to lead In the avenging of a sup
posed crime?"
Whatever else Colton might have
failed in, he was a man of action. Like
a flash his gun flew to the level, but
was Instantly knocked aside by the
grizzled old miner standing next him.
"None o that, Ben," he growled,
warningly. "I don't never pay to
shoot holes In Uncle Sam."
Brant smiled. He was not there
Just then to flpht, but to secure delay
until his own. men could arrive, and
to turn aside the fierce mob spirit If
such a result was found possible.
(TO BE CONTINUKD.)
Heroines.
A slrl who can smile when obliged.
In the middle of the season, to take
to her bed with an attack of measles
is a veritable heroine. So Is the wom
an who manages to control her expres
sion when a careless, passerby spills a
cup of tea over her best frock. Black
and White.
Jesus and the
Woman of Samaria
Sunday School Lesson lor Frh. 9, 1903
Specially Prepared for This Paper I
-"sj-v-sshmI
I.KSSON TKXT.-John 4:1-42. Memory
verses
Ooi.dkn TKXT.-"If any man thirst.
let inm come unto me, and drink." John
TIMK. Jesus had spent most of the,
summer and autumn in Judea. Tle Inci
dent at Jacob's well was probably in
December. A. D. 27. It was near the
Close of the first vear of .lemis' ministry
John still preaching at Knon, near the
.Ionian.
PLACK. Jacob's well, near Sychar, be
tween Mts. Kbal and Uerlxim In Sa
marla.
BC'WPTUKAL REFERENCES.-!. The
soui run of thirsts (I'sa. 42:1-3: Matt
6:6; 1S:26; Rom. 7:;'3. 24: 1'sa. 51:1-10: 63:1-3:
Rev. 3:17). 2. Worldly things cannot at-
isiy me sours thirsU (Jer. 2:13; Isa. M:2;
l-aa. IOCS: Keel. 1:1-14: 2:1-11- rtnm
7:18-24). 3. The water of eternal life (Psa.
4:4; 42:1; 23:2: Matt. 6:: John 4:10. 14;
7:37, :; Isa. GT:l-3. 10-13: 41:17. 18; 44:3.
:i. a 12:3; Rev. 22:1, 2; Kisek.: 47:K
36:25).
Comment and Suggestive Thought.
V. 6. "Now Jacob's well was there.
"One of the few sites about which
there is no dispute." It is situated in
the fork of the two roads that lead to
Lalllee from this region, one run
northeast to the fords of the
Jordan, a few miles south of
the lake, the other going to the
northwest by way of the south
ern pass Into the plain of Esdraelon
directly toward Nazareth. The well
is 75 feet deep, but was oriclnallv
much deeper, as the bottom has been
tilled up with rubbish. The well is
about seven feet six Inches in dlame
eter, but the mouth of it is a nar
row neck four feet long, and only
large enough for a man to pass
through with arms uplifted. See Hast
lugs' Bible Diet.
"Near the place where Christ talked
with the Samaritan woman now
stands a Baptist church, with a regu
lar congregation of a hundred per
sons." Jewish Messenger.
"Jesus therefore, being wearied
with his journey." He had nrohablv
been walking several hours, as the
urlentals were accustomed to start
early In the morning, and It was now
"about the sixth hour," or noon, ac
cording to Jewish reckoning. ' Jo-
sephus (Antiquities) describes Mose3
as sitting weary by a well at midday.
Jesus was weary in his work, not of it
The wise approach by courteously
rising and asking a favor that could
easily be granted. The Syrlac Cordex
Implies that Jesus rose and stood to
meet politely the standing woman,
and this standing was one thing that
caused his disciples to marvel. "Give
me to drink." Jesus asked for water
because he needed it, but he used the
request as a means of preparing the
way for his teaching. A useless re
quest would have defeated his pur
pose. 13. "Whosoever drinketh of this
water shall thirst again." This water
satisfies only bodily thirst, and for
brier periods a type of all worldly
supplies for the deeper thirst of the
soul.
Every person is full of wants. longing-!,
desires, hopes, both of the body
and of the soul. There are the thirsts
for pleasure, for power, for money, for
respect, for love, for knowledge. There
are thirsts for the friendship and love
of God. for forgiveness, Immortal
life, holiness, happiness, usefulness,
heaven, a larger sphere and broader
life. The larger the soul the more
and greater are its thirsts.
The greatness of any being is meas
ured (1) by the number of his de
sires and thirsts; (2) by their qual
ity; (3) by their capacity, intensity.
Dead and Living Water. "The nM
Greeks believed that, before passing
to the Elysian Field, all souls could
drink from the River Lethe, and for
get the sins and sorrows they had
experienced In this world. The liv
ing water which Christ offers does not
enable us to forget our sorrows, but it
helps us to bear them. It is not a
prelude to a life of ease, but a stimu
lus for the struggle entailed on nil
who follow Jesus.
V. 2f. Jesus declares to the woman
that he Is the expected Messiah. "I
. . . am he."
TrueWorshlp.-(l) God wants all men
to woi ship him, because thus they be
come like him, near to him. (2) Thus
every heart may become hallowed
ground. (3) Worship must be spiritual
ralher than formal. (4) It must be sin
cere. (5) It is the fruit of love rath
er than fear. (6) True worship can
not be separated from morality, while
formal worship can. (7) Worship is
essential to the religious life. (8)
Forms and rites are valuable only as
they aid the spirit in Its worshln. rsi
It is not necessary to renounce forms
(for some form is necessary In pub
lic worship), but to fill the forms with
the true spirit.
(10) Sir Matthew Hale found that
prayer gave a "tincture of devotion"
to all secular employments; that "it
was a Christian chemistry, converting
those acts which are materially natu
ral and civil Into acts truly and for
mally religious." He discovered in
habitual devotion what Herbert calls
"the elixir" of life.
THIRTY YEARS OF IT.
A Fearfully Long Siege of Daily Pain
and Misery.
Charles Von Soehnen of 210 A St.,
Colfax, Wash., says: "For at least
thirty years I suf
fered with kidney
troubles, and the at
tacks laid me up for
days at a time with
pain in the back and
rheumatism. When
I was up and around
sharp twinges caught
me, and for fifteen years the frequent
passages of kidney secretions an
noyed me. But Doan's Kidney Pills
have given me almost entire freedom
from this trouble and I cannot speak
too highly In their praise."
Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a
box. Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y.
AGREEING WITH THE ASSESSOR.
His Rsason for Building Unnesded
Addition to House.
Representative Blrdsall of Iowa ob
jects to the high rentals charged in
Washington during the congressional
season. He says he feels like an
Irish farmer he knew out in his dis
trict. The farmer bad bought a place
out of savings as' a farm-band and
renter. The tax assessor came around
one day and put a valuation on Pat's
new property which Pat thought ex
cessive. His protest, however, was
unavailing.
One day a neighbor visited Pat and
found him building an addition to his
house, and obviously the house was
plenty big enough without it.
"Isn t that a piece or extrava
gance?" be asked Pat.
"Think agin it molght be," said
Pat, "but I'm after havln' the ould
place warth phat the assisser says it
IT SEEMED INCURABLE
Body Raw with Eczema Discharged
from Hospitals as Hopeless Cutl
cura Remedies Cured Him.
"From the age of three months until
fifteen years old. my son Owen's life
was made Intolerable by eczema In Its
worst form. In spite of treatments the
disease gradually spread until nearly
every part of his body was quite raw.
He used to tear himself dreadfully In
his sleep and the agony he went
through is quite beyond words. The
regimental doctor pronounced the case
nopeiess. We had him In hosoitala
four times and he was pronounced one
of the worst cases ever admitted.
From each he was discharged as in-
curable. We kept trying remedy
after remedy, but had gotten almost
past hoping for a cure. Six months
ago we purchased a set of Cuticura
Remedies. The result was truly mar
velous and to-day he is perfectly cured.
Mrs. 'Lily Hedge, Camblewell Green,
England, Jan. 12, 1907."
DIFFERENT.
Do you believe In art for arf
:e?"
"No; I sell my pictures!"
sake?
We need personal Interest In the
welfare of others, not "Organized
charity, scrlrapt and Iced In the name
of a cautious, statistical Christ" we
need the personal touching even more
than the needy need our touch.
An Oriental Story. Ther fa n n-i.
ental legend of a fountain Into whose
waters a good angel Infused the myg.
terlous power that a new fm.i-
rose and gushed whenever dsops fell
on the barren plain, so that a traveler
carrying a portion of this water could
safely traverse any desert however
wide or dry, because he took with him
the secret of unfailing springs
Rapid Rise.
"Pa," said Mrs. Hardapple, a3 she
opened the letter, "the man who ran
over our old crippled cow with his
automobile wants to know how much
she was worth."
"Tell him about six dollars,"
drawled Hiram Hardapple. "Let mo
sec?, it was that poor village doctor,
wasn't it?"
"No, Hiram; It was a city feller."
"Was, eh? Well, by heck, tell him
he was a first-class critter and worth
every cent of 50."
"And come to think of It, Hiram,
his automobile was almost as long as
a steamboat, with glass windows, six
lights and a horn that you could hear
five miles."
"What? Then write an
the cow he killed was a genuine im
ported prize-winning Holsteln and
worth $500, and if he doesn't settle up
every cent in cash I'll put the law on
him." '
$100 Reward, $100.
ihTfh'.". ..f thli P''"" PeMt ta
t".r? l tl ?far M 114 " It
ruM. -i, " Catsrra Cur. ti ttia only p,.iti,
cure now kwwa to tt inlici fraternlt c7ilrltt
& m h!" f. ,J.- CU K S K v CO, Toledo. O.
at u.u-i roiiiy puu for eonitlpUoa.
Surely King of Burglars.
The most enterprising burglar as
yet recorded Is the Long Island chap
who not only, escaped from a brand
new county Jail the other night but
took with him all the locks and door
knobs in the place. If they catch him
they ought to promote him to the best
penitentiary m the tan J a. a tribute
to his genius. "