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Bellefonte, Pa., November 12, 1809,
1 haven't faith in the man who complains
Of the work he has chosen to do.
He's lazy or he's deficient in brains
And may be a hypocrite too,
He's likely to cheat, and he's likely to rob,
| Away with the mau who finds fant with his
job,
But give me the man with the sun in his face
And the shadows all dancing behind,
Who can meet his reverses with calmness and
grace
For, whether he's wielding a scepter or
swab,
1 have faith in the man who's in love with his
job,
—Lippincott's’
THE SHERIFF OF KONA.
“You cannot escape liking the climate,”
Cudworth said, in reply to my panegyric
on the Kona coast. *'l was a young fellow
just ous of college, when I came bere eigh-
teen years ago. I never went back, ex-
oept, of conrse, to visis. And I warn you,
it you have some spot dear to you on earth,
nos to li here toe long, else you will
find this dearer.”
We bad finished dioner, which had been
served on the big lanai, the one with a
northerly exposure, though exposure is in-
deed a misnomer in so delectable a oli-
mate.
The candles had been put out,and a slim
white-olad Japanese slipped like a ghost
through the silvery moonlighs, sed
us with cigars, and faded away into the
darkness of the bungalow. I looked
through a screen of banana and lebua trees,
and down across the guava scrub to the
quiet sea a thousand feet beneath. For a
week, ever since I bad landed from the
tiny ooasting-steamer, I bad been stopping
with Cadworth, and during that sime no
wind bad ruffled that unvexed sea. True,
there bad been breezes, bus they were the
gentlest zephyts that ever blew through
summer isles. They were not winds; they
were sighe—long, balmy sighs of a world
at rest,
**A lotus land,’ I said.
“‘Where each day is like every day isa
paradise of days,’’ be answered. ‘‘Nothiog
ever happens. It is not too bot. It is nos
too cold. Isis always just righs. Have
ou noticed how the land and the sea
e tarn and turn abou?”
Indeed I had noticed that delicious,
rhythmic, intermingled breathing. Each
morning I bad watobed the sea-breeze be-
gin at she shore and slowly extend sea-
ward as it blew she mildest, softest whiff
of ozone to the land. Is played over she
sea, just faintly darkening ite surface, with
bere and there and everywhere long lanes
of calm, shifting, changing, drilsiog, ao
oording to the capricious kisses of the
breeze. And each evening I bad watched
the sea-breath die away to heavenly calm,
aod heard the land-breath softly make
its way through the coffee trees and mook-
8.
“‘It is a land of perpetual calm,” I said.
“Does it ever blow here?—ever really
blow? You know what I mean.”
Cuodworth shook his head and pointed
east-ward.
‘“‘How can is hlow, with a barrier like
that to stop 1?"
Far ahove towered the huge bulks of
Mauna Kea and Mauna Loa, seemiog to
blot ont hail she starry sky. Two miles
and a half above our heads they reared their
own heads, white with snow that she trop-
ic son bad failed vo melt.
“Thirty wiles away, right now, I'll
it is blowing forty miles an
hour.”
I swiled incredulously.
Cudworth stepped to she lanai telephone.
He called up, in succession, Waimea, Koh-
ala, and Hamakoa. Snatohes of his con.
versation told me thas the wind was blow-
ing: “Ripsnarting and back jumping, eh?
va How long? . . . Only a week?
« + . Hello, Abe, is that you? . . .
Yee, Yes. . You will plant coffee
on the Hamokua oomst. . . . Hang
your wind-bieaks! Yon should see my
trees.’’
“Blowing a gale,’”’ he said to me, tarn-
ing trom banging up the receiver. “I al-
ways have to joke Abe on his coffee. He
hae five hundred acres, and he's done mar-
vele in wind-breaking, but bow he keeps
the roots in the ground is bevond me.
Blow? It always blows on the Hamakuoa
side. Kobala reports a schooner under
double reefs beativg up the chaunel be-
tween Hawaii and Maui, and making heavy
weather of is.”
“Is is bard to realize,” I said lamely.
“Doesn’t a listle whiff of it ever eddy d
aroond somehow, and get down here?”
‘Not a whiff. Oor land breeze is abso-
letely of no kin, for it begine this side of
Mauna Kes and Mauna Loa. You see, the
land radiates its heat quicker than the sea,
and #0, as night, the land breathes over
the eea. Io she day the land becomes
warmer than she sea, and the sea breathes
over the land. . . . Listen! Here comes
the land-hreath now, the mountain-wind.”
I could hear it coming, rustling softly
through the coffee trees, stirring the mon-
key-pods, and sighing through the sugar.
cane. Oh the anai tbe bush still reigned.
Then it came, she first feel of the mountain
wind, faintly, balmy, fragrant and epioy,
and cool, deliciously cool,a silken coolness,
a wine-like cooluess—oo0l as only the
mountain-wind of Kona can be cool.
“Do you wonder thas I lost my heart to
Kona eighteen years ago "’ he demanded.
“I conld never leave is now. I think I
should die. It would he terrible. There
was another man who loved it, even as I.
1 think be loved it more, for be was born
here on the Kona coast. He was a great
‘man, my best friend, my more than broth
er. Bat he left it, and he did not die.”’
‘Love ?’ I queried. ‘“A woman ?”
at ton
or ever come o
heart will be here until he dies.”
He Jause and gazed down upon the
beach lights of Kailua. I smoked silently
and waited
“He was already in love . . . with tia
wife. Also, he bad three children,
loved them. They are in Honolulu now,
with it—no ove is born with it : it came
opon him. This man—whbat does it mat-
ter ? Lyte Gregory was his pame. Every
kamaina knows the story. He was straight
American stook, but he was bails like the
chieftains of old Hawaii. He stood six feet
three. His stripped weighs was two bun-
dred and twenty pounds, not an ounce of
which was not clean muscle or bone. He
was the strongest man | have ever seen.
He was ao athlete and a giant. He was a
god. He was my friend. And bis bears
and his soul were as big and as fine as bis
body.
q wonder what yon would do if Jo
pery ip of pesiion, sipping, slipping,
pery lip of a slip] ng,
and you were able to do nothing.
believe, that I alone saw is, I
oredit the testimony of senses, It wae
too incredibly ‘ot there it was,
on his brow, on his ears. bad seen it, the
slight puff of the ear-lobes—oh, so imper-
ceptibly slight. I raided is for abs.
Then, nexs, hoping against hope, the dark.
ening of she ekin above both eyebro:
80 faint, just like the dimmest touch of
sunburn. I should bave thoughs it son-
burn but that there was a shine to it, such
an iovisible shine, likea little high-light
seen for a moment and gone the next. I
tried to believe it was sonharn, ouly I
could not. I knew better. Noone
. No one ever noticed it except
Stephen Kaluna, and I did not know that
till afterward. Bat I saw is coming, the
whole damnable, uonameable awfalness of
it; but I refused to think abons the foture.
I was afraid. Ioounld not. And of nights
1 cried over it.
“‘He was my friend. We fished sharks
on Niibaa together, We hanted wild cat
tle on Mauna Kea and Mauoa Loa. We
hroke horses and branded steers on the
Carter Ranch. We hunted goats through
Haleakala. He taught me diving and rurl-
ing notil 1 was nearly as clever as be,
and he was ocleverer than the average
Kavaka. I bave seen him dive in fifteen
fathoms, and he could stay down two
minutes. He was an amphibian and a
mountaineer. He could olimb wherever a
goas dared climb. He was atraid of noth.
ing. He was on the wrecked Luga, and he
swam thirty miles in thirty-six hours in a
heavy sea. He could fight his way out
through breaking combers that would hat
ter you and me toa jelly. He was a greas,
glorious man-ged. We wens through the
Revolution together. We were hoth roman-
tio loyalists. He was ehot twice and sen-
tenced ¢) death. But he was too great a
man for the Republicans to kill. He laugh-
ed at them. Later, they gave him honor
and made him sheriff of Kona. He was a
simple man, a boy that never grew up. His
was no intrioate brain pattern. He had no
twists nor quirks in bis mental processes.
He went straight to the point, aod his
prints were always simple.
“‘Avnd he was sanguine. Never have I
koown so confident a man, nor a man so
satisfied and happy. He did not ask any-
thing (rom life. There was nothing lefs to
be desired. For him lie bad no arrears.
He bad been paid in fall, cash down, and
in advance. bat more could he possibly
desire than that magnificent body, that iron
;
constitution, that immunisy fiom all ordi- | h
paty ills, and thas lowly wholesomeness of
soul ? Physically he was perfect. He bad
never heen sick in bis life. He did nos
know what a headache was. When I wae
#0 afflicted he used to look at me in won-
der, and make me langh with bis olamsy
attempts at sympathy. He did cos under-
stand such a thiog as sa headache. He
could not undeistand. Saoguine® No
wonder. How could he be otherwise with
that tremendous vitality and incredible
health ?
**Juss to show yoo what faith be bad in
his glorious star, and, also, what sanction
he bad for that faith. He was a youngster
as the time—1I had just mes him—when he
went into a poker game at Wailuko. There
was a big German in it, Sobaltz his name
was, and he played a brutal, domineering
game, He bad had a ran of lock as well,
and he was quite insufferable, when
Gregory dropped in and took a band. e
very first band is was Schultz's blind. Lyte
came in, as well ag the others, and Schultz
raised them out—all except Lyte. He did
not like the German's tone, and he raived
him hack. Schultz raised in turn, and in
tarn Lytre raised Schultz. So they wens,
back and forth, The stakes were big. And
do you know what Lyte held ? A pair of
kings and three listle olubs. Ii wasn’t
poker. Lyte wasn’t playing poker. He
was playing his optimism. He didn't
koown what Schultz held, but he raised
and raised until he made Sohuliz equeal,
and Schultz held three aces all the time.
Think of is! A man with a pair of king»
compelling three aces to see before the
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“Well, Schultz called for two cards.
Another German was deal Sobultz's
friend at tbas. Lyte kvew that he
was up against three of 4 kind. Now what
did he do ? What would you have done?
Drawn three cards and held up the kings,
ol course. Not He was playing
optimism. He th » kings away, held
up the three little olubs, and drew swo
cards, He never looked at them. He
looked across as Schultz to bet,avd Schultz
did bes, big. Since he himself held three
aces he knew he bad Lyte, because he play-
ed Lyte for threes, and, necessarily,
bave wo he smaller threes.
‘“‘He looked, and raised the German a
bundred dollare. Then Shey went as it
again, back and forth and ul tushy
until Schultz weakened and called,
laid down his three aces. ve fsoed his
five cards. They were all He bad
pig Fo
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same form
after thas,
youdo it? Iasked
Lyte afterward. ‘You knew he bad yon
you never looked at your own draw.’
an.
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had to be two clubs,
let that big
impossible that
he should beat me. It is not my way ‘to
be beaten. I juss have to win.
have been the muss surprised man in this
world if they badn’t been all clubs.’
““That was Lyte's way. and maybe it
will help you to appreciate his colossal
optimism. As he pot is, be just had to
snooeed, to fare well, to prosper. And in
that same incident, as in ten thousand
others, he found his sanction. The thing
was that be did sucoeed, Aid prosper. That
was why be was afraid of nothing. Noth-
ing could ever happen to him. He knew
it, hecause nothing had ever happened to
him. That time the Luga was lost and he
swam thirty miles, he was in the water two
whole nights and a day. And during all
that terrible nireteb of time he vever lost
hope once, never once doubted the out-
come. He just knew he was going to make
the land. He told me so himself, and I
know it was the truth.
‘Well, that is the kind of a man Lvte
Gregory was. He was of a different race
from ordinary, ailing mortals. He was a
lordly being, untouched hy common ills
and misfortunes. Whatever he wanted he
got. He won his wife—one of the Caruth-
ers, a little beanty—from a dozen rivals,
And sbe settled down and made him the
finest wile in the world. He wanted a hoy.
Heo! 1 He wanted a girl and another
boy. He got them. And they were joss
right, without spot or blemish, and with
chests like little barrels, and with all the
inheritance of his own health and strength
“And then it happened. The mark of
the beast was laid upon bim. I watched
it for a year. It broke my heart. Bat he
did not know 18, nor did anybody ele
ess it except that oursed hapa haole
Kolana. He knew it, bas Idd
not know that he did. And—yes—Dr.
Strowbridge knew is. He was the federal
physician, and be bad developed she leper
eye. Youn see, part of his business was to
examine suspects and order them to the
receiving station at Hovolola. And Ste-
o Kaluna bad developed the leper eye.
disease ran strong in his family, and
four or five of his relatives were already ou
Molokai.
“Tbe trouble arose over Siephen Ka-
luna’s sister. When she became suspecs,
and before Doe Strowbridge could get hold
of ber, ber brosher spirited ber away to
some biding place. Lyte was sheriff of
Kova, and it was his hosiness to find
ber.
“We were all over as Hilo that night, in
Ned Austin’s. Stephen Kaluna was there
when we came in, hy bimmwelf, in his cups,
and qoarrelsome. Lyte was laughing over
some joke--that huge, bappy laogh of a
giants boy. Kaluva spat contemptuonsly
on the floor. Kyte noticed, so did every.
body, but he ignored the fellow. Kaluua
was looking for trouble. He took it aa
personal gradge thas Lyte was trying 10
apprehend bis sister. In ball a dozen wavs
be advertised his displeasure at Lyte's
presence, bus Lyte ignored him. I imagine
Lyte was a bit sorry tor him, for the bard-
est duty of his office was the apprehension
of lepers. It 1 nos a nice thing so go into
a mav's boose and tear away a father,
mother, or child, wbo has done no wrong,
and to send such a ome to perpetual ban-
ishment on Molokai. Of course, it is neo-
essary as a protection to society, and Lyte,
I do believe, would have been the first to
apprehend his own father did he become
suspeot,
“Finally, Kaluna blaited cut: ‘Look
ere, Gregory, you think you're goivg to
find Kalaniweo, but you're not.’
“‘Kalaniweo was his sister. Lyte glanced
at him when his name was called, but he
made vo answer, Kalana was farious. He
was working himself up all the time.
‘“ ‘I'l tell you one thing,’ he shouted.
‘You'll be on Molokai yoursell before ever
you get Kalaniweo there. I'll tell you
what yoo are. You've no right to be in
the company of honest men. You've made
a terrible fuse talking aboat you're duty,
baven’s yeu? Youo've sent many lepers to
Moloksi, aud knowing all she time you
belonged there yourself.’
“I'd seen Lyte angry more than once,
hut never quite so angry as at that moment.
Leprosy with os, yoo know, is nos a shing
to jest about. He mada one leap across the
floor, dragging Kaluna ous of his chair with
a olntoh on bis neck. He shook him back
and forth savagely, till you could hear she
ball caste’s teeth rattling.
**What do yon mean?’ Lyte was demand-
ing. ‘Spit it ons, man, or I'll choke it ous
of Joa?’
‘You know, in the West there is a cer-
tain phrase that a man must smile while
attering. So with us of the islands, only
our phrase is related to leprosy. No mat-
ter what Kaluna was, he was no coward.
As soon as Lyte eased the grip on bis throat
he answered:
““ ‘I'll tell you what I mean. Youarea
leper youreell.’
*‘Lyte suddenly flung the half-caste side
wise into a chair, lesting him down easily
evough, Then Lyte e out into honess,
hearty laughter. Bat he laughed alone,
and when be discovered it he looked around
avout toes 5 Vh3d sesched his Sideand
was tying to to come away, but
a me. He was gazing,
fascinated, at Kalana, who was brushivg |,
at his own throat in a flurried, nervous
way, as if to brush off the contamination
that bad clutched him. The
around Dive, ly pass-
at us, slow
to face. y
fellows! My God!" he said.
He did not s it. It was morea
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“He did nos laugh this time. He smil-
88 8 man awakened from a bad dream
ud weit opposed by the substance of the
ream.
** *All right then,’ he said. ‘Don’s do is
again, and I'll stand for the drinks. Bat
I may as well confess thas you fellows bad
me going for a moment. Look at the way
I've heen sweating.’
“He sighed? and wiped the sweat from
bie torabend as he started to step toward
the bar.
‘*'T¢ is no joke,’ Kalana said abruptly.
“I looked murder at him, and I felt
murder, too, Bat I dared not speak or
strike. That would bave precipitated the
catastrophe which I somehow had a mad
of still averting.
‘It is no joke,’ Kaluna repeated. ‘You
are a leper, Lyte Gregory, and you've no
right putting your hands on honest men’s
flesh —on the clean flash of honest men.’
“Then Gregory flared up.
*““The joke has gone far enough ! Quis
is! Quis in 1 say, Kalona, or I'll give you
a beati
ng
“‘Youn undergo bacteriological examins-
tion,” Kalana answered, ‘and then you can
beat me—-to death, if yon want to. Why,
man, look at yourself there in the glass.
You can see it. Anybody canseeis. You're
developing the lion face. See where the
skin is darkened there over your eyes.’
“Lyte peered and peered, and I saw his
hands trembling.
‘“'I can see nothing,” he said finally, |-
then torned on the Aapa-haole. ‘You have
a black heart, Kaloua. And Iam not
ashamed to say that you have given mea
scare that no man basa right to give anoth-
er. I take you at your word. Iam going
to settle this thing right now. Iam going
straight to Doo Strowbridge. And when I
come back, watch ous.’
“‘He never looked at us, but started for
the door.
“You wait here, John,’ said be, waving
me back from accompanying him.
*‘We stood around like a group of ghosts.
‘““Is is the trath,’ Kaluna said. ‘You
conid see it yourselves.’
“They looked at me, and I nodded.
Harry Burnley lifted his glass to bis lips,
bat lowered is untasted. He spilled half
it over the har. His lips were trembling like
a child thas ie ahous to ery. Ned Austin
wade a clatter in she ice-ohess. He wasn’s
looking for anything. Idon's think he
koew what he wae doing. Nobody spoke.
Harry Barnleg’s lips were trembling hard-
er than ever. Suddenly, witha most hor.
rible, malignant expression, he drove his
fiss into Kalana's face. He followed it up.
We made no attempt to separate them.
We didn’t oare it he killed the half-caste.
It was a terrible beating. We weren's
interested. I don’t even remember when
Buornley ceased and let the poor devil
crawl away. We were all two dazed.
“Doo Strowhridge told me about it after.
ward. He was working late over a report
when Lyte came into his office. Lyte bad
already recovered his optimism, and came
swinging in, a trifle angry with Kaluoa to
be sure, but very certain of himself. ‘What
could I do? Doc asked me. ‘I knew he did
is. I bad seen it coming on for months, I
couldn’s answer him. I couldn’s say yes.
I don’s mind telling you I broke down and
oried. He pleaded for the bacteriological
tess. ‘“‘Soip ous a piece, Doo,” he said,
over and over. ‘‘Snip outa piece of skin
and make the tess.’”’
The way Doo Ssrowhridge oried muss
have convinced Lyte. The was
leaving next morning for Honolulu, We
caught him when he was going aboard.
You see, he was headed for Honolula to
give himsell up to the Bomid of Health.
We could do nothing with him. He had
sent t00 many to Molokai to hang back
himesell. We aed for Japan. Bat he
wonldn’s hear of it. ‘I've got to take my
medicine, fellows’, was all he would say,
and he eaid is over and over. He was obh-
sessed with the idea.
‘‘He wonnd up all his affairs from the
Receiving Station at Honolaln, and wens
down to Molokai. He didn’s get well
there. The resident physician wrote us
tbat be was a shadow of his old sell. You
see he was grieving about his wile and the
kide. He knew we wore taking care of
them, but it burt bim just the same. After
#ix months or so I went down io Molokai.
I sat on one side a plate glass window, and
he on the other. We looked at each other
through the glass, and talked through
what mighs be called a speaking-tubz. But
it was hopeless. He had made np his mind
to remain. Four mortal honrs | argued. 1
was exhausted at the end. My steamer
was whistling for me, too.
“Bas we conldn’s stand for it, Three
months later we chartered the schooner
Halcyon. She was an opium smuggler, and
she sailed like a witoh. Her master was a
squarebead who would do anything for
money, and we male a charter to China
worth bis while. He sailed from San
Francisco, and a few days later we took out
Laodbouse’s sloop for aocruise. She was
only a five-ton t, but we slammed her
fitty miles to windward into the northeast
os e. oo a 3 I Divas dufiefed so in my
. 6 t we picked op
the Halcyon, and Burnley and I went
board.
“We ran down to Molokai, arriving
about eleven as night. The schooner
tc and we landed through the surf in a
whale-boat at Kalawao—the place,
know, where Father Damien died.
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a thousand lepers. You see, if the alarm
was given, it was all off with us. It was
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and the butts of our revolvers. I found |
myeell tangled op with a big man. I
conldn’s keep him off of me, though twice
I smashed him fairly io the face with my
fiss. He grappled with me, and we went
down, rolling and scrambling and strug.
gling for grips. He was getting away with
me, when some one came ranning up with
a lantern. Then I saw his face. How
sball I describe the horror of it! It was
not a face—only wasted or wasting features
—a living ravage, noseless, lipless, with
one ear swoolen and distorted, hanging
down to the shoulder. I was lrantie. Ina
clinch he bogged me close to him until
that ear flapped in my face. Then I guess
I went iueane. Iv was too terrible, I
striking him with my revolver. How is
happened I don’t know, bai justas I was
gettiog olear be fastened upon me with bis
teeth. The whole side of my band was in
tbat lipless mouth. Theo I struck bim
with she revolver-butt squarely between
the eyes, aud his teeth relaxed.”
Codworth held his band to me in the
mooulight, and I could see the scars. It
looked as if is bad been mangled by a dog.
“Weren’t you afraid ?*’ I asked.
“I was. Seven I waited. You
know it sakes that long for the disease to
incubate. Here in Kona I waited, and it
did not come. Bub there was never a day
of those seven years, and never a nighs, that
I did vot look outon. . on all this.
« ." His voice broke as he awept his
eyes from the moon-bathed sea beneath to
the showy sammite ahove. ‘‘I could not
bear to think of losing is, of never again
beholding Kona. Seven years! I stayed
clean. Bat that is why I am single. I was
engaged. I could nos dare to marry while
I was in doubs. She did vot understand.
She went away to the States, aod married.
I bave never seen her since, :
‘‘Juet at the moment I got free of the
leper policeman there was a 1ush and olas-
ter of hoofs like a cavalry obarge. It was
the squarehead. He had been afraid of a
rasp and be had improved his time by
mak og those blessed lepers he was guard-
ing saddle up fonr horses, We were ready
for him. Lyte had accounted for three
kokuas, snd between us we untangled
Burnley fora couple more. The whole
settlement was in an uproar by that time,
and as we dashed away somehody opened
up oo us with a Winchester. It must have
heen Jack MeNeigh, the superintendent of
Molokai.
“That was a ride! Leper horses, leper
saddles, leper bridles, pitch-black daikness,
whistling bullets, and a road none of the
best. And the squarehead’s horse was a
mule, and be dido’s know how to ride,
either. But we made the whale-boat, and
as we shoved off through the surf we could
hear the horses coming down the bill from
Kalaupapa.
“You're going to Shanghai. You look
Lyte Gregory up. He is employed bya
German firm there. Take him out to din.
ner. Open up wine. Give him everything
of the bess, bat don’t les him pay for any-
thing. Send the bill to me, His wife and
kids are in Honolulu, and he needs the
money for them. I know. He sends most
of his salary, and lives like an ancborite.
And tell him about Kona. There's where
his heart is. Tell him all you can about
Kona.—By Jack London in she American
Magazine.
The path of motherhood is a thorny ous
to maoy women. They have harely vitali-
ty enough for themselves, and the claims
of another life on the mother’s strength re-
duces them to a pitiable condition of weak-
ness and wisery. Prospective mothers will
find in Dr. Pierce's Favorite Prescription a
““God send to women.”” To quote the olos-
ing paragraph of a letter from Mrs. T. A.
Ragan, of Morris, Watauga Co., N. C. :
“J cannot tell hall thas Dr. Pierce's
medicine has done for me. Iam well and
hearty, can sleep well at night, aad doa
good day’s work without feeling tired.
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claimed for it—prevens miscarriage and
render childbirth easy. I cannot say too
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its weight in gold. I thank God for my
lite and Dr. Pierce for my health,”
Thousands of other women support the
testunony of Mrs. Ragan.
How to make the moss and best of life,
how to preserve the health and increase the
vital powers, how to avoid the pis-falls of
disease ; these are things every one wants
to know. It is the koowledge of these
things, taught in Dr. Pierce's Common
Sense Medical Adviser which makes the
work ly priceless to men and wom-
en. is great hook, containing 1008
pages, is sent free on receipt of stamps to
pay expense of mailing only. Seud 21 one-
cent stamps for the hook n paper covers,
or 31 stamps for cloth binding, to Dr. R.
V. Pierce, Buffalo, N. Y.
RAN THE BLOCKADE.
Putting Through a Risky Piece of
Business at Santiago.
Some naval officers at a dinner party
the other evening were discussing the
efficacy of the Cuban blockade in 1898.
That many vessels ran the blockade at
Havana, Cienfuegos and elsewhere
was admitted.
“But only one vessel ever ran the
Santiago blockade,” said one of the
speakers, “and that was one of our
own vessels, the little Gloucester.”
He then described how the Glouces-
ter ran the blockade, while command-
“We had been sent down to Asser-
raderos to communicate with the in-
FOR AND ABOUT WOMEN,
DAILY THOUGHT.
Because right is right, to follow right
Where wisdom is the scorn of consequence,
~Tennyson.
Wedding invitations need not he answer-
ed, unless the recipient is an intimate
rived, Then a congratulatory note may
sent.
The matter of wedding gifts is, of course,
an unsettled question, hy i
There are a number of well-bred persons
invited, for some reason of courtesy,
Of course, the fact that one
groom rather than the bride makes n
ference one way or she other.
bride shat the gifs is sent,
An *‘at home’ card enclosed in
tation necessitates a call, within
named, or, il one lives in a distans ocisy,
card sent by post.
For a venison supper. First pound the
venison steak well. Then broil it, as beef.
steak is broiled. Make a gravy of buster
leman Juice, salt, pepper and a little wa-
ter pour over the venison,
Carraos or grape jelly is served with is.
erve also sweet potatoes, biscuits and
ee.
This, in the oountry where venison
*‘grows’,’ should be a feast fis for she gods,
-
There are two extremes shown in dress
collars. They either olasp the neok to the
ears, or are extremely low. Some are ous
in the front and filled in there with a nes
or series of narrow straps. The same idea
is also carried out in ruchings, and the
rache in several instances is ous ous across
the front, as if to accommodate she ohin,
This may be comfortable for the
baving a double chin, but few who have
not will care to suggest the presence of one
y adopting a ruche of this sort.— Harper's
Dr. Katberina Fleischer, the only wom-
an lawyer in Russia, bas just won
case. defended a servant obarged with
stealing from ber mistress. The case seem
ed strong against she girl,but Dr. Fleischer
way Soitaced of i) olient’s in
y an eloquent plea won a verdios of
acquittal. Dr. Fleischer was admitted to
the bar only a couple of months ago, and
she plans to limit her practice almost ex-
tie ~ Ho Women, She is an ardent suf-
rag ¢ sees little hope at present of
Russia bestowing the franchise upon her
sex.
A sanediet for a person of 70 or 75 should
be made up largely of vegetables and frui
some fish, some eggs, a litsle meas
simple cereals, if there is no inclination
toward obesity.
Drinking with one’s meals is not oon-
sidered advisable, especially as liquids are
apt to wash down the food it ie
properly mastioated. Twe quarts of water,
or more, should be taken. between meals,
however, during the day. Hot water is
especially good for one who does not ex-
eroise maoh, as it flushes out the entire
system. Stimulants, such as tea and oof-
fee, should not be very strong. — Harper's
Sovshive Muffins. Beat the whites of
11 egge until they are stiff, then add a level
teaspoon of cream of tartar and beat until
five and dry. Add the yolks of your
beaten to a froth; sifs one cup and a balf
of granulated sugar,add to the whites oare-
Iallyaad esis fu a teaspooon of vanilla fla-
voring.
When welljmixed, heat in gently one on
of flour that bas been sified five or A
times. Tarn into greased muffin tins and
bake in » moderate oven for 20 minutes,
When these cakes are cold shey should be
iced with orange icing.
Pare, quarter and core ripe quinces. Cat
each quarter into thin slices, weigh and to
each pound add a pound of ;
he ol a
cover w water, boil ly for
ten minutes and drain. 3
Pat the chips back in the kettle with the
sugar, add ball a cop of water, cover she
kettle, stand on the back of the stove,
where she sugar will melt slowly, then
cook the quinces until they are dark red
and transparent. Lift each piece with a
skimmer and place on a sieve to dry.
When dry roll in granulated sugar and
put away to use as a sweetmeat,
For-Trimmed Costume. — Charming
things are doue with this idea.
Costumes trimmed io far and with neck
for, muff and bat to matoh are the very
Beiftsv of she made. i”
a separate neck is done a
with, and there is a big fur collar lid
costume coat.
Coffs of the fur are added, and a wide
band of several narrow bands on the skirt.
A wuff and hat matoh the costume in
fur and color scheme.
The Modish Blouse.— Everything is veil.
ed this season.
The most costly laces are veiled, their
bean hidden
Batuty partly en by a layer of chiffon,
surgents,” said the raconteur, who was | lovely
on the Gloucester at the time. “Upon
var feturt it was quite dig slid we
proceeding slowly to our sta
on the inside line of the blockade when
the electric signaling apparatus broke
SO 8 pal
the te Ide
of the night. Had we been dis-
Another blouse on the same order was of
clear ecru net over a foundation of chalk-
white