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Show 7 TOO GIDDY FOR HER. a T A Typical Duel. typical duel is that rrported from the town of Minsk, In Russia. Two old friends, lawyers had been to the theater together. Coming out, one accidentally knocked off the other's hat. He apologized, but the other, very angry, called him names. The result was a duel in which one was killed. Neither had shot a pistol before. Costume Shocked South Sea Islanders Sense of Modesty. ; When the late Bishop Selwyn first iwsnt as a missionary to the South Sea Islands he found the natives in various islands very tractable. The fact however, that the Islanders went absolutely naked caused the good bishop Home anxiety and he resolved to direct 10.000 Plants for 16c. part of his efforts to get them to wear Is a remarkable offer the John This t least the minimum of clothing. A. galser Seed Co., La Crosse, Wls., He therefore obtained some bright- makes. They will send you their big seed catalog, together with ly colored calico and leit It lying care- plant and seed to grow lessly about his hut, knowing well that enough 1.000 fine, solid Cabbages. the bright colors would soon attract 1.000 delicious Carrots. 2.000 blanching, nutty Celery. the attention of the natives. 2.000 rich, buttery Lettuce. An old native lady soon afterwards 1.000 splendid Onions. called and blshopy allowed her to 1.000 rare, luscious Radishes. last some At time. cloth for 1.000 gloriously brilliant Flowers. eye the This great offer la made In order to he picked up a piece, and, offering It to you to try their warranted seeds the native, said that he would give Induce for when you once plant them you It to her ft she would wear it. will grow no others, and She departed In great gleeut reIX VOK BUT IOC POSTAGE, turned the following day with a down- providing you will return this notice, them 20c In postcast look, and the cloth neatly rolled and If you will send will add to the above a package, they op. age of the famous Berliner Cauliflower. . Handing It back to the astonished (W. N. U.) 'missionary, she said, Me no wear THOUGHT HE WAS KILLED. that, blshopy ; me too shy! Stray Stories. j Small Accident Nearly Scares WorkGood News From Minnesota. man to Death. A workman in a big building comLakefleld, Minn., Jan. 4. Mr. William E. Gentry of this place Is one of panys yards nearly died of fright a and most highly re- tew days ago. The foreman heard a the men Jackson in County. For yell and much commotion among a spected 45 years he has suffered with Kidney lot of carpenters In the yard and Trouble and now at 77 years of age he rushed to the scene. He found one has found a complete cure and Is well. of the men on the ground with a His cure is remarkable because of bit apparently sticking through the length of time he had been suffer- his side, white as a ghost, and pracn ing. Cases of 40 years standing might tically out of his .mind. His be considered incurable, but the remhad sent for an ambulance edy that cured Mr. Gentry seems to and were about as badly frightened know no limit to its curative power. as he. The foreman took out his Mr. Gentry says: knife and slit the manli jumper and I have suffered with misery in my shirt down the back. The bit came back tor about 45 years and had all away with the shirt, tightly rolled up the troublesome symptoms of Kidney In It, and the man was absolutely unend Urinary disease. I tried various scratched. It appeared that he had kinds of remedies, but all to no effect been standing against an unfinished until I tried Dodds Kidney Fills. Now caisson in which holes were I have no pain In my back, and feel run by The bit bored. wag being quite well in every way. air, and when it came compressed I am 77 years of age and I feel through the planking was very hot better than 1 have frr the last 40 It was the heat from the bit which years. I attribute it all to Dodd's Kid- made the workman think it was in ney Pills. his body. New York Post How to Keep a Cellar Dry. X un sure Plao's Curs for Consumption saved It Is very hard to make a dry cel- my life three yeara aa Mrs. Taos. Boarnas, lar. When the soil Is no( porous the llapls Street, Norwich, N. Y., Feb. IT, 19001 ground about must be well drained. Webster Was Willing. Then the walls must hi covered with Daniel Websters market man When good cement, while sometimes it Is bad sued him for a long unpaid bill with floor and to cover walls necessary his was so scared he and money got hot asphalt. Country Life in America. at bis tnerlty that he stopped calling Million In Otta. at the door for orders. The Godlike Salzer'i "New "National 'OaW yWtd DanTeT 'askeJ"hfifl MttiyrtJiTB fisy.-anIn 1902 In Mich., 240 bu.. In Mo., 255 bu., man confessed that he supposed the in N. D., 210 bu., and in 80 other states from 150 to 200 bu. per acre. Now Mr. Webster would never trade with this Oat If generally grown in 1904, him again. "Oh, said Webster, "sue will add millions of bushels to the me as often as you like, but for beatyield, and millions of dollars to the There farmers purse. Try it for 1904. Largest en's sake don't starve me. Seed Potato and Alfalfa Clover growwas never a time when the great man ers In America. was not willing to owe as much as Salzer's Spelts. Beardless Barley, Home Builder Corn. Macaroni Wheat. anybody was willing to let him owe. Pea Oat, Billion Dollar Grass and EarHoottiln Hyrnp.' Mr. WIimIow'aufleiu liest Canes are money makers for you, For ebtldren the iturnt, iiicala Mr. Farmer. emu. wind colic. SSUBbottl. all.y. pln, JUST SEND THIS NOTICE 4 ED 10c In stamps to John A. Salzer Seed Co., Cats Well. La Crosse, Wls., and receive In return of Ireland, near In south the their big catalog and lots of farm seed is the Cats' Well," the waters samples. (W. N. U.) of which are supposed to exert marTourists Enriched Switzerland. velous remedial effects upon ailing Tourists have in a decade converttabbies. of one the poored Switzerland from No muss or failures made with est to one of the richest countries, the money per capita being larger than PUTNAM FADELESS DYES. that In the United States. A DEFENSE OF 8LANG. , best-know- n THE LIONS WHELP A BY AMELIA E. BARR. i Author of The Bow of Onnfo Ribbon, 'Th I (Copyright, two-inc- h 1901, ly Meld of M addon "I, Thou and tho Othor Luo, Ono. Eto. Dodd, Read ft Company. All richt reaenred.) CHAPTER V I "Cromwell wants only that Parliament should know Its own mind, and declare Itself dissolved. God knows It Is high time, but Vane, and more with him, would sit while life lasts. Martha, my heart is troubled within me. Have we got rid of one tyrant calling himself King, to give obedience to a hundred tyrants calling themselves Parliament? It shall not be so. As the Lord liveth, verily. It hall not! There was a meeting of the Connell at the Speakers house Jhe night after Israel Swaffham's indignant protest against Parliament, and Cromwell, sitting among those men, was scornfully angfy at their deliberations. His passion for public and social Justice burned, and in a thunderous speech, lit by. flashes of blinding wrath, be spoke o5t of a full and determined heart. Then he mounted his horse and rode homeward. g two-inc- h fellow-workme- Story of Cromwell's Time CHAPTER VIII. Upon the ThresholdT If we believe that life is worth living, our belief helps to create that fact, for faith is in mattejrs of the spirit all that courage is ift practical affairs. To Jane and Clunpr this belief was not difficult," fqjJIimltation always works for happinessT'and during the ensuing year life (kept within the bounds of their mutual., probation and of Cluny8 military djitles, was full of happy meetings andljpartlngs; days in which Love walteddon Duty, and again, days in which iLove was lord of every hour; when thc wandered together In the PartV'tike two happy children, or, If the weather was unfit, sat dreaming In the stately rooms of Sandys about the little gray house in FIfeshire, which was to be their own sweet home. So the weeks and months went by, and though they were not alike,, they had tht happy similitude which news, Jane. That is one of your faults. Cymlln was here last night. He spent a couple of hours with me, then she smiled so peculiarly, Jane not help asking her: "What Is there In your way of smiling, Matilda? I am sure it means s story of some kind. "I shall have to tell you the story, for you could never guess what that smile was made of. Forst, however, what did you see and hear at the could Cromwells. I heard in a passing manner that Prince Rupert is off the seas forever that he Is at the French court, where he Is much made of. Jane Swaffham, have you no fresher news? and she pulled out of her bosom many sheets of paper tied together with a gold thread. "I Had this yesterday, she said, "by the hand of Stephen, and I may as well tell you to prepare to meet Stephen dc Wick, for he vows he will not leave England again until he has speech with you. Then he Is forsworn; I will not see him." "It will be no treason now to Bpeak to your old servant The Amnesty Act will cover you. But I fight not Stephens battles; I have enough to do to keep my own share of your friendship from fraying. Now, I must tell you something concerning myBelt I am going to France." France!" cried Jane In amazement. Yes, France. I hare persuaded my uncle that he ought to go there, and look after his affairs. I have persuaded my aunt that it is not safe for my uncle to go without her, and they both know my reason for going with them, although we do not name Prince Rupert. When do you go, Matilda?" If Stephen be ready. And let me tell you, Jane, Stephens readiness depends on you. That Is not so. It Is. I hope you will be definite, Jane. You have kept poor Stephen -' walked straight to me and boxed my ears, for a silly child that did not know the difference between a man and a coxcomb. I swear to you that I was struck dumb, and he bad taken himself out of the room In a passion ere I could find a word to throw after him. Then I got up and went to a mirror and looked at my ears, and they were scarlet, and my cheeks matched them, and for a moment I was iu a towering rage. 1 sat down, I cried, I laughed, I was amazed, I was. after a little while, ashamed, and finally 1 came to a reasonable temper and acknowledged I had been served exactly right. For I had no business to put my wicked little tongue iu my cheek, because a brave gentleman could not crook his leg like a dancing master. Are you laughing, Jane? Well, I must laugh, too. I shall laugh many a time when I think of Cymllns two big bands over my ears. Had he kissed me afterward, I would have forgiven him I think. I cannot help laughing a little, Matilda, but I assure you Cymlln Is suffering from that discipline far more than you are." 1 ani( not suffering at alL This morning I admire him. There is not another man In the world who would have presumed to box the Lady Matilda de Wicks ears; accordingly I am In love with his courage and I shall laugh and cry as long as I live, and remember Cymlln Swaffham. It was too bad of Cymlln but very like him. He bas boxed my ears more than once. You are his sister. That Is different. I will never speak to him again. There, let the matter drop. I wish now, you would either take Stephen or send him off forever. I am in a hurry to be gone, and Sir Thomas also. Go and send Stephen with a Yes or No to me. I am become indifferent which, since you are so much fr Inchl-geelal- i. ! ; grXTXXTXXXXXgXXXXXXXXXXXXa M N : x N At The Post N Up and dairnr. to lira and help to Uvo, th old reliable St Jacobs Oil I an unhrermal benefactor iathocuro of Hurts Sprains and Bruises Frici 35c. and JOc. K Writer Believes It to Be the Language of Sincerity. So far from being an evidence of a national levity and lack of seriousness slang Is the language of sincerity. It. is the result of an instinctive effort to get as far away as possible from everything like pretentiousness. It is the antipodes of bathos. It Is the language of the whole people, because It is expressive of tbe national sense of humor that Is never so keen as when it contemplates with a joy like--; wise unutterable the spectacle presented by a fake exposed. It la blunt, It is crude. It is brutal sometimes, but It Is always sincere. It directs against the citadels of evil the mighty enginery of laughter. It does for our nascent abuses wbat the mordant satire of Martial and Juvenal failed to do for decadent Koine. Prof. Herman Spencer In Booklovers Magazine. Ccm Sauce. Cook a dozen ears of sweet corn for five minutes, then cut from the cob. Add to this corn a head of cabbage, cut fine, two chopped green peppers, one red pepper, chopped, a cup of sugar, five cents worth of ground mustard, a tablespoonful of celery seed, three pints of vinegar and salt to taste. Mix well and boll for twenty cans. Put up in minutes. air-tig- FLOUR OBDEN'S BEST -- ANC PHOENIX HIGH PATENT MADE OGDEI MILLING t BY ELEV1T0I CO. OQDE1, UTAH. a 8to pa tho Congh and Works Off the Cold Laxative Brouio Quinine Tablets. Pr loo 85a Habitual Criminal Law. Great Britain is to have an habitual criminal law resembling those of some of our states. The plan cow under consideration Is that of an Industrial penal settlement for the special benefit of such habitu&ls, whore special efforts would be made to reform them, and opportunity given of regaining their liberty by industry and good conduct, but ouly on probation. leaves little to chronicle! Janes chief excitements' came from! her visits to Mary Cromwell and Matilda de Wick. The affection between Jane and Matilda had the strong root of habit as well as of Inclination. They could not be happy If they were long apart Jane visited frequently at Jevery House, and Matilda quite as frequently at Sandys. 'j One morning in the spring of 1G53, Jane was returning from a two days visit to the Cromwells. The air was went to Jevso fresh and balmy ho aak Matilda resolved House, ery to drive in tbe Pari with her. As sh wondered wbat she went mood she would find Matilda in, for there was a certain mental pleasure lu the uncertainty of her friends temper. She found her lying upon a sofa In her chamber, her little feet, prettily shod in satin, sh owing just below her gown; her hauls clasped above her head, her long 1 lack hair scattered loosely on the pi low. She smiled languidly as Jane eitered, and then se up-stai- rs said: I have been exjectlng you, Jane. I coud not keep tie thought of you out of my mind, aid by that token I knew you were coi ing. Pray, where have you bees? ( r, where are you going?" I have been a lending two days with the Cromwell , and the morning Is so fair, I wondei :d if you would not drive an hour In the park. Do you know that Cymli arrives from IreI s would think the land Journey well take i, If he saw you at to-da- the end You of It." are a little late with your dangling after you since you were ten years old. .What about Cymlln and yourself?' laughed, and her countenance changed, and she said seriously, Upon my word and honor, I was never nearer loving Cymlln than I was last night, yet he was never less deserving of it. Tls a good story, Jane. I will not pretend to keep it from you, though I would stake my last coin on Cymlln's silence about the matter. He came Into my presence, as he always does, ill at ease, and why, I know not, for a man more handsome in face and figure It would not be easy to find In England. But he has bad manners, Jane, confess itr he blushes and stumbles over things, and lets his kerchief fall, and wben he tries to be a gallant, makes a fool of himself. You are talking of my brother, Matilda, and you are making him ridiculous, a thing Cymlln is not, and never was. Walt a bit, Jane. I was kind to him, and he told me about his life lu Ireland, and he spoke so well, and looked so proper, that I could not help but show him how he pleased me. Then he went beyond his usual manner, and in leaving tried to give me a bow and a leg in perfect court fashion; and he made a silly appearance, and for the life of me I could not help a smile not a nice smile, Jane, In deed, twaa a very scornful smile, aud he caught me at It, and what do yoa think he did? I dare say he told you plainly that you were behaving badly? My dear Jane, he turned back, he Then Matilda self-respe- ct so. Many letters were promised on both Jane was glad to notice the eagerness and hope in her friend's voice and manner. Whatever her words might assert. It was evident she looked forward to a great Joy. And as long as she was with Matilda, Jane let this same spirit animate her, her ride home, however, was set to a more anxlouB key. She was a little angry also. Why should Stephen de Wick intrude his love upon her? ' Twice already she had plainly told him that his suit was hopeless, and she. did not feel grateful for an affection that would not recognize its limits, and was determined to force t itself beyond them. SJie entered Sandys with the spring all about her; her fair face rosy with the fresh wind, and her eyea full of the sunshine. Cymlln and Stephen were sitting by the fireside talking of Irish hounds and of a new bit for restive horses which Cymlln had Bides, and When Jane entered, Cymlln and Stephen both rose to meet her. Cymlln was kind with the condescension of a brother. He spoke to her as' he spokfe to creatures weaker than himself, and kissed her with the air of a king kissing a subject he loved to honor. Then he made an excuse to the stables and gave Stephen bis opportunity. The young man had kept his eye fixed on the beautiful face and slender form of the girl he loved. He went to her and clasped her hands and said with a passionate eagerness, Jane, dearest! I have come again to ask you to marry me. Say one good, "kind word. When you were not as high as my heart, you did promise to be my wife. I vow you did! Stephen, I knew not then what You were as a marriage meant. brother to me. I love you yet as I loved you then. I cannot be your wife. I am already plighted." To. Lord Neville. You shall never marry him. I forbid it I will hunt him to the gates of death. It Is sinful to say such things. Let my sins alone. I am not in the humor to be sorry for them. I say scounagain, you shall not marry Scot drelly He 1b not what you call him far from it I call things by tbeir right names. I call a Scot a Scot, and a scoundrel, a scoundrel." He threw her hands far from him and strode up and down the wrath. room, desperate and full-o- f You shall, marry no man but myself. Before earth and heaven you shall! If God wills, I shall marry Lord Neville. Oh, Jane! I Bhall go to total ruin If you do not marry me. Shall I marry a man who Is not lord of himself? I will not Yop have made me your enemy. What follows Is your own fault Tls a poor love that turns to hatred; and you can do no more than are let do." You will see. By my soul, ' 'tls truth! Oh, tls ten thousand pities you you will not love me! It Is nowise possible, Stephen. He flung himself into a chair, laid his arms upon the table and burled his face in them. "Go away, then, he sobbed, I wish to see your face no more. For your sake, I will hate all women forever." (To be continued.) |