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Chiropractor Ii you haue ir vrt ewryi.hi'ig .tul iiiiiMl to find tv alth. trv Ohir »\%rnc or Adjustments, ani ue« well. OfHc lund'h hulldmg. H.iiir«. i« 7 to 0 s«. m. I tu itnJ William Glasier, M. D. Physician and Surgeon OFFICE OVER RRXALL DRUG STöBf Office No- 146 Phone: Residence No 20") Calls Answered Night or Day eave All Orders at Waldaner's ECK'S DRAY TRANSFER LINE ioi-:k AND a General Dray and Transfer Business. Furniturwand l'tann Moving ^ihtuii.v Gardens Plowed *n1 HiiituwimI. BEN ECK, Prop. E. LIEN Lands, Loans and INSURANCE BIS8ETON a. MURRAY BROS. DRAT TEAM WORK Rhone mo. 91. 3ISSETON 3. VAlwtys Hävpii FIho Supply Fresh and Salt Heats, OYSTERS, GAME and FISH In Season TKe Up-to-date Meat Market Miller & Jensen Props. IE PLEASE YOUR FRIENDS Let Us Please You Our Portraits combine the most pleasing charac teristics of quality and good workmanship. Make an appointment to day at THE BOWE STUDIO 1895 1913 Pioneer Livery W. v. WlLSON, Prop. Horses Bought and Sold Prompt Service. Kates Reasonable. Phone 58 Pain Pill. Take It Far Neuralgia, nothing la better than DP. Miles' Anti-Pain Pill» Uaed by thousands far generation Those who have suffered from neuralgic pains need not be told how necessary it is to secure re lief. The easiest way out of neuralgia is to use Dr. Miles' Anti-Pain Pills. They have re lieved sufferers for so many years that they have become household necessity. "I have taken Dr. Miles' Antl-Pkln Ptlls tor Ave years and they are the only thing that does me any good. They have relieved neuralgia In my head In fifteen minutes. I have also taken them for rheumatism, head ache, pain» In the breast, toothache, eariiehe and pains In the bowels and limbs. I have found nothing: to equal, them and they are all that Is claimed for them." J. W. SEDGE, Blue Sprlncs. Me. At tN druggists as doses 28 oents. Never seid In bulk. MIUM MEDICAL CO., Blkhart, Ind. The Romance of a Busy Broker A Lapse of Memory By O. HENRY Copyright. IW,. by Mr:Clurt\ Phillips Ai Co TUut whs tin* morning of the day that Northern I'aclllc slorl went ti l.ifiHl, or ilie day when 1'hiun I'aclllc with down to KM), ur some other day when there wits cyclone In Wall street lliat blew the roof off every broker's olllce. or blew his head off, or blew out Ills brains, or. at any rate, turned Iiiin upside down or inside out or stood the brokers on their beads. I'ltcher. confidential clerk in the of fice of Harvey Maxwell, broker, allow ed a look of mild Interest ami surprise to visit his usually expressionless countenance when his employer brisk ly entered at half past 9 In company wltb liLs young luil.v stenographer. With a snappy "Good morning, I'ltch er," Maxwell dashed at his desk as though he were Intending to leap over It and then plunged Into the great heap of letters and telegrams waiting there for him. The young lady had been Maxwell's stenographer for a year. She was beautiful In a way that was decidedly »stenographic. She forewent the pomp of the alluring pompadour. She wore no chains, bracelet* or lockets. She had not the air of being about to accept an Invitation to luncheon. Her dress was gray and plain, but It fitted her figure with fidelity and discretion In her neat black turban hat was the gold-green wing of a macaw. On this morning she was softly and shyly ra- "I WANT TOD TO MARRY MB." dlant Her eyes were dreamily bright, her cheeks genuine peach blow, her ex pression a happy one. tinged with reminiscence. .Pitcher, still mildly curious, noticed a difference In her ways this morning. Instead of going straight into the ad joining room, where her desk was, she lingered, slightly Irresolute, in the out er office. Once she moved over by Maxwell's desk, near enough for him to be aware of her presence. She hesitated whether to speak to the busy man at the desk or not At one moment she looked at him won derlngly, at another as if she were about to cry and at another as if she were trying to repress a laugh. Sev eral times she started to speak to him when she saw him about to make a Jump from one matter to another, but he invariably Jumped before she could get him. Then suddenly he seemed to become aware of her presence and glanced up at her quickly. The machine sitting at that desk was no longer a man. It was a busy New York broker, moved by buzzing wheels and uncoiling springs. "Well, what Is It—anything?" asked Maxwell sharply. His opened mall lay like a bank of stage snow on his crowd ed desk. His keen gray eye. Imper sonal and brusque, flashed upon her half Impatiently. "Nothing." answered the stenogra pher, moving away with a little smile. "Mr. Pitcher," she said to the confi dential clerk, "did Mr. Maxwell aay anything yesterday about engaging an other stenographer?" "He did." answered Pitcher. "He told me to get another one. 1.notified the agency yesterday afternoon to send over a few samples this morning. It's 9:45 o'clock, and not a single pic ture hat or piece of pineapple chewing g«m has shown up yet." "1 will do the work as usual, then," said the young lady, "until some one comes to fill the place." And she went to her desk at one» and hung the black turban hat with the gold green macaw wing In Its accustomed place. He who has been denied the specta cle of a busy Manhattan broker during a rush of business Is handicapped tor the profession of anthropology. The poet sings of the crowd-id hour of glorious life." The broker's hoar Is net only crowded, but the minutes and seconds ar,e hanging to all the straps and packing both front end rear plat forms And this day whs iT irve busy day. The ticker i»-g out Jerkily Us (itftil ,, i, desk telephone had a I! ni maix, of buzzing, .»en began th-on: iiiloj A the olllce and call at inn, .-i u,- :iii-| Ing. Joviall, sli.-irpi.,. i«• 11»• i- .» i-M-it-j edl.v. Mcssetigei inn i.m I.I t:ni -Mit with messages ami Ii-v Tile clerks In 'lie ni!i j.imp-d -ihhik hi sailors durum a -imMi l.\-n i'il. lier face relaxed int.» Iii —i ng resem bling a iiiui.it ion Uli Him ex iiiv* in »en- hurri canes and ialid 1. t, Mini mi sluruis and glacier- .mil ,m .1II.ml 1 huso elemental disturb-in i-s were reproduc ed in miniature in the Ijvuhei'» ollices. Max veil shoved his chair against the «•Ml: and transacted business after the uanner of a toe dancer. He Jump ed from !Icker In plume, from desk tu door, with Hie liaiueil agility leqnm The sliver heart left I lie office, swing ing aud banging Itself Independently against the office furniture as It Indig nantly departed Pitcher seized a mo ment to remark to the bookkeeper that the "old man" seemed lo get more ab sent minded and forgetful every day of the world The rush and pace of business grew fiercer and faster. On the floor they wert* poutiding half a dozen stocks in which Maxwell's customers were heavy Investors. Orders to buy and sell were coming and going as swift as the flight of swallows Some of his own holdings were imperiled, and the man was working like some high gear ed, delicate, strong machine—strung to full tension, going at full speed, ac curate. never hesitating, with the prop er word and decision aud act ready and prompt as clockwork. Stocks and bonds, loans and mortgages, margins and securities—here was a world of finance, and there was no room In It for the human world or the world of nature. When the luncheon hour drew near there came a slight lull In the uproar Maxwell stood by his desk with his hands full of telegrams and memoran da. wltb a fountain pen over his right ear and his hair hanging In disorderly strings over his forehead. His window was open, for the beloved Janitress Spring had turned on a little warmth through the waking registers of the earth. And through the window came a wandering—perhaps a lost—odor, a del icate. sweet odor of lilac that fixed the broker for a moment Immovable, for this odor belonged to Miss Leslie. It was her own, and hers only. The odor brought her vividly, almost tangibly, before him. The world of finance dwindled suddenly to a speck. And she was In the next room-twenty steps away. "By George, I'll do it now!" said Maxwell, half aloud. "I'll ask her now. I wonder I didn't do It long ago." He dashed Into the Inner office with the haste of a short trying to cover. He charged upon the desk of the stenographer. She looked up at him with a smile. A soft pink crept over her cheek, and her eyes were kind and frank. Max well leaned one elbow on her desk. He still clutched fluttering papers with both hands, and the pen was above his ear. "Miss Leslie." he began hurriedly, "I have but a moment to spare. 1 want to say something In that moment. Will you be my wife? 1 haven't bad time to make love to you In the ordi nary way, but I really do love you. Talk quick, please. Those fellows are clubbing the stuffing out of Union Pa cific." "Oh. what are you talking about?" exclaimed the young lady. She rose to her feet and gazed upon him, round eyed. "Don't yon understand?" said Max well restively. "1 want you to marry me. 1 love you. Miss Leslie. I wanted to tell you. and 1 snatched a minute when things had slackened tip a bit They're calling me for the phone now. Tell 'em to wait a minute. Pitcher. Won't you. Miss Leslie?" The stenographer acted very queerly. At first she seemed overcome with amazement, then tears flowed from her wondering eyes, and then she smiled sunnily through them, and one of her arms slid tenderly about the broker's neck. "1 know now." she said softly. "It's this old business that has driven every thing else out of your head for the time. I was frightened at first Don't yon remember. Harvey? We were married last evening at 8 o'clock In the Little Church Around the Corner." 5 il liar- lie mid-l nl this growing and I in porta ill sl res.-, the liruUer lie, a me sud denly aware of a high rolled fringe of golden hair under ,i maiding canopy of velvet and oslrh-li tips, an Imitation sealskin s.u and a string of heads as large as hii km nuts, ending near file Hoot with a silver Heart There Wils II self portse-.sed yoiiiii' lady con nected witli 11 ie.«.e accessories, and Pitcher was there lo construe her "Ijid.v from the stenographers' agen cy lo see about I lie position." said Pitcher Maxwell turned half around, wltb his Imiids full of papers aud ticker tape. "What position?" he asked with a frown "Position of stenographer," said Pitcher "Von told me yesterday to call them up and have one sent over this morning." "You are losing your mind. I'ltcher," said Maxwell. "Why should I have given you any auch Instruction.!? Mlsa Leslie has given perfect satisfaction during tile year she has been here. The place Is tiers as long as she chooses to retain It. There's no place open here, madam. Countermand that order with the agency, I'ltcher, and don't bring any more of 'em In here." »I» KMxsN »VÄ5 rt The Tie VEL1E Reason Why Wrought Iron Buggy is so Popular It Embodies More Special Features and Strong Points than any other Line of Vehicles offered. The VELIE special reach construction, patented June 17, 1907 1 he ELIE special dash brace, patented November 4, 1902. The VELIE special shaft heel brrace, pat'd. October 9, 1906. The VhiLlE special rail, patented September 25. 1900. The VEITE special spring wagon body construction, patented April 3, 1906. The ELIE special clamp body corner, patent pending. The VEL1E special wrought iron single reach gear. The VELIE special wrought iron body and seat ironing. We carry a full line of VEUE and JOHN DEERE Buggies RicKert-OpHeim Co. 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