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A COUNTRY BOY.
■ Ther< .ire lots of things In this wide old
world
Tha.t 1 don't pretend to know.
A.'i'i city chaps perhaps may think
Tha.t t am a trifle slow.
Cut I know some things I'll bet they
don't.
4nd would open their eyes to
ff<jc tilj w<«o<ls anil flelds have always
been
The best of friends to me.
C know where the nuts are ripe and
thick
•Way baelc In the beech woods dim;
And I know where strawberries, big and
sweet,
Cmw red on the upland's rim.
S know where the trout are gliding swift
In the deep, dark woodland pool;
dtnd I know the finest of swimming spots,
Just half-way homo from school.
S Know where the oriole builds her nest
tn the pasture elms so high;
■A-jbi I know the call of a hundred bird*
ft* vaJley and wood and sky.
iX cx.m whistle Just as the robins do,
When the evening winds are still,
Jknd mimic tlio flute of the meadow
thrush
And the lonely old whip-poor-will.
X know the secrets of bugs and bees.
And the ways of the wood-folk shy.
X know where the bending lilies lean
To the brrook that hurries by,
And I know the haunts of every flower
meadow or upland sod—
flTrom the spring's iirst violets, white and
sweet,
T\» the latest golden-rod.
Ob, T know there are many things in
books
That haven't come my way,
Though I certainly moan. If all goes well,
To team them, too, some day.
®ut in Nature's grand old book I'll read
A. lesson of real joy:
And r tell you, she has some splendid
things
Tha£ she can teach a boy!
»-Cc. M. Montgomery, In Farm and Home.
iPf'ljMes
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CHAPTER Vl.—Co\TixfED.
The appointnients of this room were
few, but tasteful. It abounded in the
little belongings of a young girl. To
<£ay there were many evidences of a
scene which had defeated good order.
A jaunty hat and bright ribbons were
hastily thrown aside, and tlie open bu
reau drawers revealed dainty laces
and lingerie. But the eyes of the in
quisitive intruder took notice of none
•of these things; they were riveted in
stantly to an object that lay beside
a book upon the centertable, near
which stood an armchair. That ob
ject was a slender cigar. He took it
up—answered. He knew that in the
Brookin household he was the only
•moker—and he did not smoke slender
cigars. To the mind of this man, ever
open to suspicions and suggestions of
•evil, that strange cigar was testimony
•unimpeachable. It was the knife in
"the heart of a jealous love. With in
expressible rage and with a fierce
hatred of every living thing, he placed
the weed in his own case. Here, then,
lie reasoned, had the man described
by Louise been sitting before the
of that fatal day; here had the
little saint kneeled to place her arms
-about him and say farewell! Yonder
the window, straight ahead from
<which Louise had fired. Brave, faith
ful Louise! His heart warmed towards
ber, despite the fact that she had fired
to kill him. Somewhere in that crim
son carpet was the blood of her vic
tim if her aim had been true. Was
It true? He glanced back over hi.i
shoulder; the ball would have struck
the wall behind him had she missed
her aim. And there in the wall, a
little out of line, it is true, was a
■Email hole. Amazed, he hurriedly ex
amined it. The shot, after all, had
missed.
Then this doubt came to the active
mind: Why had the man been car
tied away if the shot failed?
Holbin went quickly to his own
room, where he secured a candle and
«l powerful sun glass. Holding the
latter over the perforation in the plas
tering-, he discovered a slight red
iitain.
"Blood!" he whispered; "she did not
miss!" Opening his penknife, he care
-fully cut a section from the broken
plaster. "Whoever the man was, he
was struck in the head. Here is the
bair."
For a few moments Holbin was deep
In thought. Then he drew from his
pocket the pistol which he had taken
from Louise and examined it with the
eye of an army e.vj>ert. Apparently
puzzled, he tried the depth of the hole
£n the plastering with a pencil and
Itound that the perforation was com
plete. He seated himself in the arm
chair facing the window. If Frances
bad been kneeling with her back to
the window, the face of the unknown
cnaa must have been fully exposed.
The weapon did not have power
enough to fire a bullet through the
bead of a man, nn inch of plaster and
» lath, and to carry away hair and
blood—the bullet must have glanced
from the side of the head. The posi
tion of the hole indicated that the
right side of the man's head had been
•truck.
Holbin's final conclusions were that
the stranger had been only stunned.
His frirnds could not have concealed
9uc deaih, for no common man would
Save won the privileges of the room,
nor would it have been possible for
■Trances to have borne herself so calin
lf with the memory of a murder fresh
iti her n'ind. "A society man in miss
{ag from his club in Richmond to
ix'jV he said aloud. "The mystery
Is half solved. As for you, my lovely
bride!"—he finished the sentence with
*. smothered oath.
CHAPTER VIT.
The influences of established prin
<etp>.i and correct associations may
«irj an ordinary man to success ia
proper channels, but the successful
villain is necessarily an intellectual
being. In his room Holbin gradually
evolved from his discoveries the con
clusion that he had an active enemy
near at hand, and that a plot was
thickening* about him. Yet who was
there in Richmond that knew enough
of his history to place a finger upon
the blackest spot in his life? And
why .the enmity? Two theories pre
sented themselves, and only two —
love for Frances Brookin and love for
the Brookin wealth. Since it was
clear that the girl had been too long
secluded, and too recently grown to
have formed many friendships in Rich
mond, evidently the money was the
potent influence in the secret opera
tions about him. But who had been
shot, and why?
Holbin labored under the immense
disadvantage of a man without inti
mate friends. He had gravitated rap
idly during his short stay in the city
towards the fast set; men classed
him quickly as "sporty," and women
looked on him with doubt. People
who had at heart the interests of the
latter looked even more coldly upon
the debonair man of the world. The
fact that he was the son of Mrs. John
Brookin was a disadvantage, for so
ciety had never been enamoured of the
successor to the gentle little lady who
once presided over the Brookin man
sion. Intimates he had, but friends,
none. In his perplexity over the mys
tery into which he had been plunged
Holbin turned at length to Dr. Brod
nar. lie had seen the doctor upon
rare occasions only, and in some way
he had understood that he was not
favorably regarded by Mrs. Brookin;
but the basis of this lady's dislikes
was, as he knew, not legitimate. Dr.
Brodnar, in succeeding to his father's
practice some years before, had in a
way inherited old Mr. Brookin, and
that individual had firmly resisted his
new wife's efforts to substitute her
own physician for him. The doctor
was a distant relative of the dead
wife, one of the few links which
bound the old man to a happy past;
and ns people grow old they dislike
new family physicians.
Xo one is quicker to recognize a
straightforward, honest man than
one who is himself dishonest and
tricky. Holbin estimated Brodnar as
a clear-headed, blunt, impolitic fel
low, beyond the comprehension of
plots and counterplots—a man to be
used if his confidence could be gained.
He was, most likely, in a position to
serve liim; for it was Raymond's con
clusion that the shortest way to ar
rive at the truth of the shooting lay
in the discovery of the wounded man.
And if the victim were not actually
Brodnar's patient, Brodnar might eas
ily identify him. It was a tribute to
Richmond's popular physician that
Holbin decided at once that the best
chance for success lay in a seeming
ly frank and open statement of the
main facts. The doubtful point was
Louise. Brodnar had been present
at the reading of the will when the
question concerning her was asked;
but, he concluded, over hastily,
Brodnar could hardly know anything
about her beyond the name that had
been uttered. lie determined, with a
gambler's quick decision, to play the
stake, supposing that if he did not
win his loss would be small.
He entered the doctor's office upon I
the afternoon of the funeral and
presently the door between the inner
and outer offices opened. Brodnar
stood upon the threshold looking at
him. At once Holbin remarked a sin
gular expression in the physician's
face. Afterwards he recalled that
V
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"THIS, SIR." SAID HOLBIN. IN A RAGE,
"IS INFAMOUS!"
Brodnar reached back and closed the
door behind him.
"Doctor," he began, disregarding the
other's stiffness and formality, "I have
called to consult you on a certain mat
ter of a private nature directly affect
ing the family with which we both,
to some extent, are connected. Have
you a few moments to spare me?" The
doctor's face had darkened percepti
bly and was turned aside for a moment.
"I am afraid, sir," he said, at length,
"that you have made a mistake. 1 am
not qualified to advise you in any re
spect. I know of nothing affecting the
Brookin family—l suppose you refer
to the Brookins —in which we could
hae a common interest. Good evening,
sir." Be turned as if to reenter the
room behind him. Holbin stood with
an angry flush upon his face. He rec
ognized instantly that a friendly serv
ice from the doctor was now out of the
question; but service under moral
compulsion might ye! be had.
"Perhaps you are right," he said,
seeking to adopt the other's freezing
dignity. "And yet you may be mistak
en—that is, over-hasty. And perhaps,
doctor, you do not realize '.hat I am not
asking a personal favor at your hands."
"You will have to excuse me." Again
the doctor placed his hand upon the
door-knob and prepared to depart..
"I am then to understand," said Hol
bin, a distinct sneer in his voice, "that
yoa Biookin people prefer that affairs
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, MAY 30, 1901.
touching the family honor shall be
passed upon by strangers. Ihaveeome
to you, sir, with a serious matter,as in
duly bound. The reception met with
is such that for the future I shall re'y
upon my own judgment." With a fine
show of heat he took up his hat and
cane, and with no pretense of a bow
was turning away when he felt the
doctor's hand laid not lightly upon his
shoulder, and his stern voice:
".Explain yourself, sir."
"Unless I am much mistaken." he
said, showing his white teeth slightly,
"that has been the very thing you re
fused me permission to do."
"Sit down!" Holbin was not a man
easily intimidated when conscious that
he held winning eafds. He read the
bluff doctor easily, and knew that he
was disturbed.
"I must preface my remarks," he be
gan. "by the statement that 1 am not
at liberty to give you the name of my
informant in these matte.rs."
"Are you aware, then, that you be
come responsible should you repeat
them ?"
"I am aware of no such rule." said
Ilolbin, "at least none that applies to
me in this instance; I am most directly
affected, since the circumstances in
volve the good name of Frances Brook
in, of whom by her father's will I was
made a life-long protector. I shall de
fend her to the bert of my ability, but
I think some of hei people ought to be
willing to share the responsibility. It
must not be forgcrten that it is by no
means settled that I shall accept the
propositions of Mr. Brookin's remark
able will."
"That, I must confess, had not oc
curred to me," saH Dr. Brodnar.
"Ileally? It has not occurred to you
that a gentleman may not be pur
chased like so much merchandise?"
"Do you mean to insinuate, sir. that
you did not seek to marry Frances
Brookin?" Dr. Brodnar arose, and the
question burst from him indignantly;
but, restraining himself, he looked to
wards the inner door and lowered his
voice, an action that did not escape his
visitor's notice.
"I insinuate nothing. My mother
perhaps made a request in my name,
but without my knowledge or consent.
I have had no chance to decline the
alliance, were I so disposed. The ar
rangement. however, seems to me
an excellent one, and I sincerely
trust that nothing has happened or
will happen to defeat it."
"In the name of God, man, what
are you driving at?"
"A man was shot night before last
upon our premises and spirited away,
whether living or dead it is not known.
My informant thinks he is living."
"Who told you such a thing?" The
words came almost as a whisper from
the astonished doctor.
"He was shot from a window while
in the wing-room which opens into
the garden. He was struck on the
right side of his head."
"Goon!" said the physician, after
a pause, and making desperate efforts
to be calm. "Let us see how far this
wretched informant of yours has lied."
"Lied? So upon the impulse of the
moment I, too, believed. But the
fame of a woman is sacred. Dr. Brod
nar, and this morning I went into
that room. Upon the wall in the
rear, a little out of line from the
window to the chair; in which, it is
said, the man who was shot had been
sitting, was a bullet mark. On the
jagged edges of the hole in the plas
ter were a few hairs and traces of
blood." Holbin unfolded a little pack
age upon the table as he spoke. "Place
these under a microscope and verify
my statement." Again the doctor
was silent; but the look he gave his
visitor was so passionately threaten
ing that Holbin paused.
"Goon!" again the command was
little more than a whisper.
"There is but one thing more: upon
the table I found this cigar, laid aside
without having been lit."
"Have you finished?" Holbin looked
up, uneasy and surprised.
"Yes."
"Now what would you have of me?"
"I wish you to find out for me the
name of the mun who was in that
room."
"I will get you his name upon one
condition."
"And that is?"
"That you will tell me the name
of the woman who fired the shot."
Holbin could not, try as be might,
conceal the start these words pro
voked.
"I do not know of any woman in
the case," he said.
"I know that you do."
"Dr. Brodnar!"
Holbin sprang to his feet with well
affected rage. The doctor continued:
"Only a woman's tracks marked
the soil under that window a" dawn
the morning after that shot was fired.
When I next saw the spot the tracks
had been carefully obliterated." Brod
nar was still stacding and spoke rap
idly, as though he feared that he
could not restrain himself. Suddenly
a bland smile spread over his face.
"The fact is," he said, "the shot was
fired at me. Does that surprise you?"
Ifolbin's face showed that it did. "The
final attack of which Mr. Brookin
died," continued the doctor, "was mo
mentarily expected. I spent the night
sitting in the poor girl's room at her
request, to be wfthin call, her old
nurse asleep upon the rug. You may
believe this or not, Mr. Holbin. but
take my suggestion, and if you doubt
the explanation conceal your frame
of mind. By the way, lift the lid
of the box there on my table; now
compare the cigar that you found
with those in the box. You perceive
that they are exactly alike. lam not
accustomed to offer proof of my
statements, but I make an exception
in your favor, as you are almost a
stranger. As for the pretty theory
of the pistol-ball carrying blood and
hair into the plastering, it evidently
springs from an overheated imagina
tion. Blood there is none; and, for
the hair, you will find that in ail good
plaster. But to conclude the matter,
Mr. Holbin: if a bullet had taken a
piece of my scalp into the wall, the
wounrl would not have healed within
two days, and if you will examine
my head carefully you will find that
none of the scalp is missing." The
doctor lowered his head and moved it
accommodatingly from side to side.
"Have you any suspicion as to the
name of the woman who fired this
shot—at you?" asked Holbin, sarcas
tically. \
"A very strong suspicion; with me
it amounts now to a certainty. She
is a woman who dwells in the Brookin
house, and the only mystery left is,
how the devil did she get up to the
window?" This time Holbin's aston
ishment was genuine.
"I do not understand."
"She is a woman whose plans might
have been defeated had the man who
was dimly seen in that room been any
other than myself. Not to be misun
derstood in the matter, permit me to
explain that in my opinion the wom
an who fired that shot was your
mother!" Holbin's first impulse was
to denounce the doctor, as a social
duty, and take the chances of a per
sonal encounter, but the value of the
honest error into which Brodnar had
fallen flashed upon him. He affected
to understand that the doctor was
making the statement as to himself
and Mrs. Brookin in a sense not to be
taken as earnest, but to be construed
as a refusal to explain the mystery.
At this moment, when Holbin was
taking up his hat and cane to depart,
the doctor's assistant within the pri
vate room threw the door wide open,
and Holbin discovered a man propped
in an arm-chair with his head ban
daged. The man's back was turned
towards the departing guest, and he
saw him but one instant. Dr. Brodnar
hurriedly closed the door.
"This, sir," said Holbin in a rage, "is
infamous! I demand the name of that
person."
"Ask your mother, sir."
"I shall have satisfaction for this,
Dr. Brodnar! I shall publish these
facts!" Brodnar looked upon him with
inexpressible contempt. Then a griin
smile came and dwelt upon his lips.
"As I understand it,"he said, "you
must marry to obtain a fortune. If
you find satisfaction in blackening the
name of some woman, indulge yourself
as much as you please; but if you value
your life don't venture to handle the
name of Frances Brookin in public. If
I have no objection to being shot at by
mistake while discharging the duties
of a family physician, I don't see why
you should be rushing around trying
to find some man who is not a family
physician and who \yas shot with
malice-aforethought. Take my advice,
Mr. Holbin," and the doctor's voice lost
its playful tone; "don't turn a comedy
into a tragedy."
Holbin left the room without a word
more. The physician stood a moment
in deep thought. The smile returned
to his face. "Poor devil!" he said, "his
hands are tied." Notwithstanding this
decision, he immediately sent a note to
Frances informing her that Kaymond
Holbin had discovered some of the
facts connected with the tragedy. He
assured her that she had no reasons
for apprehension, and outlined his in
terview with Holbin.
[To Be Continued.]
ELOQUENCE WASTED.
Speeches of Eminent Orators In |h«
House of Commons Received
nlth Indifference.
It might have been supposed that
Addison, the most polished writer of
our Augustan age; that Burke, with his
versatile intellect and exuberant elo
quence; that Mackintosh, with his al
most encyclopedic learning, or that
Jekyll, who had set a hundred dinner
tables in a roar, would one and all have
achieved conspicuous success in the
house of commons. But, as Macaulay
has pointed out, exactly the reverse
was the case. Their speeches produced
no effect; they wearied and bewildered
their audience; and their rising to
speak was tco often the signal for a
general exodus; in fact (as was said
of Burke), they acted as a dinner bell.
Even Macaulay himself, though on two
occasions his speeches changed the fate
of a division, was in no sense of the
word an orator or even a great debater.
His voice was too shrill and monoto
nous, and he poured out a torrent of
words with such headlong fluancy as
to confuse his hearers as well as to
baffle the quickest of parliamentary
reporters. Bulwer Lytton, again, could
recite an admirable essay; but kis de
liver}' was bad, and the See-saw ges
tures which accompanied his speech
were as "grotesque as those of an old
fashioned post boy." In our own gen
eration, no two men probably have had
more highly cultivated minds than
John Stuart Mill and Mr. John Morley,
but, as far as their parliamentary ut
terances go, their names are "writ ic
water."
"A Castle In Wnlei "
In the French mind "lord" and
"gold" signify one and the same
thing, and the French comparison
"rich as a lord" is traceable to Louis
Philippe's reign. At that time a cer
tain Parisian, on excellent terms with
the wealthy Lord Hertford, was mak
ing a tour through Great Britain.
When the Frenchman proposed to
make a trip to Wales his friend, Lord
Hertford, gave him carte blanche to
establish himself at one of his Welsh
castles. "I own a castle in Wales,"
said the good old man, in his deep,
sonorous voice, "and, though I have
never laid eyes on it, others tell me
that it is very beautiful. Every day
a dinner is prepared for 12 persons,
and horses and carriages brought to
the door, in case 1 should arrive. The
head butler eats the dinner. Go and
make yourself at home, for, you see,
it does not cost me a single cent."—
Chicago Record.
SANK OFF I SABLE
The Steamer Baltimore and
Twelve Lives Lost.
A GALE OX LAKE HURON.
It Caused the 111-Fatert Boat to
liivak in Two.
TWO MEN WERE RESCUED.
For Hour* Tlicy to a Unit nrid
Were Almont Dead When I'ii ki'd I |>
by a Tim One <>l the Urn Tell» the
Story o! ill.' Uixanter.
Tawas City, Mich.. May 2.". —A ter
rific gale prevailed Thursday night'
and Friday. The steamer Baltimore,
coal laden, broke in two and sank
off Au Sable, Friday morning before
daylight. Twelve persons were
drowned, including a woman
and a boy. The tug Columbia,
of Detroit, with a government steam
dredge and two loaded lighters for
the Soo was caught in the storm.
The lighters and dredges were lost.
While searching for her tow the
Columbia picked up two men from
the Baltimore 011 a raft. They were
almost dead and were taken to Kast
Ta was.
The two men rescued were tossed
about in the lake for several hours,
lashed to a piece of wreckage, before
being picked up by the tug Columbia
and brought here, (ieorge McGinnis,
a deckhand, one of the rescued, be
came insane from his experience. The
other survivor, Thonwis Murphy, of
Milwaukee, second engineer, was able
to tell the story of She disaster. The
dead:
M. JI. Place, captain, of Cleveland.
Mrs. M. 11. l'lace, his wife, stew
ardess.
Michael Brethern, first mate.
Kdward Owen, wheelman.
C. W. Sears, wheelman.
(i. W. Scott, wutchman.
Herbert Wining watoiiman.
August Anderson, deckhand.
.lohn i)elgers, second steward.
P. Marceuux, of Chicago, first en
gineer.
\Y. M. Parker, fireman.
F. Krueger, fireman.
Murphy said: "We were hound
from Lorain to Sault Ste. Marie, and
had in tow a large steam drill and
scow. When oft' Thunder hay Thurs
day night C'apt. Place saw that the
schooner was making bad weather,
for the waves had smashed in the
engineer's quarters and the wash
rooms and the water was running
into the hold.
"C'apt. Place decided to turn about
and run for Tawas for shelter. Every
thing was all right until we were oft'
Au Sable, when the steamer struck
heavily on the bottom.. The seas
broke over her at the same time, and
carried away the deck house, then
the after cabin and finally the smoke
stack fell. Both rails forward broke
in two just aft of the forward deck
house, and we knew that it was only
a few minutes before the steamer
would goto pieces."
" 'lt is every man for himself now,'
shouted (.'apt. Place." continued the
engineer. "The look of despair _oli
Mrs. Place's face was something I
shall never forget. We took the
captain's advice and every man start
ed to save himself. Some of the boys
took to the rigging, but MeOinnis and
I lashed ourselves to a ringbolt in a
piece of the after cabin, and we were
washed overboard shortly afterword.
"The strain was too much for Mc-
Ginnis, and he went crazy before we
had been in the water very long. He
tried to throw me off the wreckage,
but 1 talked to him and encouraged
him to hold on. Twice he got loose
and tried to drown us both, but each
time 1 succeeded in quieting him. I
told him a boat was coming to take
us off, and then 1 would get him tied
fast again.
"Th" passenger steamer City of
Holland pas;;,;" by us, but we were
too far away for her crew to see us,
I believe. It made me feel pretty
despondent for a time, for 1 was get
ting very weak and the seas broke
over my head so as to drive the
breath out of my body at times. The
Columbus finally came along and
picked us Up just as 1 was about to
give up hope."
The schooner Montmorency, which
went aground on the Charity islands
several days ago, has gone to pieces.
Her crew left her Thursday. The
Tawas life saving crew made a trip
to her at midnight and rowed is miles
in the storm and against the wind,
but found no one aboard. The Colum
bia picked up her dredge last night,
The men on board were taken off,
and they were badly frightened, as
the scow had neither boat nor life
preservers. The scow was then
tre.ved in here. The scow with tim
ber on it was not recovered and it is
thought it went ashore. ('apt. Ale
mo. of the steamer City of Holland,
claims th-'t the gale was one of the
worst in 15 years.
The Baltimore came out in 5 881
and was then known as the Kscunalxv.
She belonged to a fleet largely owned
by O. W. Potter and his associates in
the North Chicago rolling mills.
Carrying ore from Kseanaba to the
rolling mills, the steamer paid for
herself more than half a dozen times.
She was 201 feet keel by 115 feet beam,
and carried about 2,00'.) tons of
freight. The steamer was rated nl
$40,000 by the underwriters and was
insured for '.early that amount.
to
Philadelphia, May —The Presby
terian general assembly by a vote
whicti showed that a revision of thti
confession of faith is desired by the
church, yesterday defeated the
amendment dismissing the whole sub
ject. The assembly decided by an
overwhelming majority to continue
consideration of the Question.
ICATARRH
THROAfIKVWJBLADDER
LUNGSIiMFEMALE
sm fw aK
.'(it: YVfi/ 77.|
ra Says o/ Peruna: "I /o/n
pi Senators Sullivan, Roach '
[a ant/ McEnery In their good
ra opinion of Peruna as an ef*
Ha fective catarrh remedy."
SpunNli Poll telle»».
In a recent book of Spanish travel
• —"Spanish Highways and Byways"—
the writer speaks appreciatively of
the courtesy extended to her at a
time when the remembrances of the
war between her own country and
Spain were still recent and acute.
No insults were offered her, nop
even a rude word uttered ag*ainst her.
On the contrary, she was the recipi
ent of constant courtesies and kind
nesses, and sometimes a solicitude
for her comfort and welfare was dis
played which embarrassed her.
At San Lucar a pleasing- incidents
occurred. She entered a small shop
to make a necessary purchase. The
proprietor declined to sell, deeming*
his wares unsuited to her require
ments. and bade his son conduct her
to a more fashionable store.
He had guided her thither, as well
as to more important points of inter
est, and on her proffering a requital
in money, he bowed with smiling
ease and said: "I do not take pay for
pleasure, madam!"
Somewhat Different.
The Grocer —I understand you said I sold
you a jug of cider that had water in it?
The Butcher You have been misin
formed. What I said was that you sold
me a jug of water that had a little cider
in it. —Chicago Daily News.
I'nnppreelatl ve.
Mrs. Flathush—Mrs. Daubchina is so
artistic! Whenever she refers to art it is
always with a big A.
Flathush—Well, her husband differs from
her. He generally refers to art with a big
D—. —Brooklyn Eagle.
Willing: to Pay Any Price.
Very few people are willing to pay more
than the manufacturers' price for any ar
ticle even though it be remarkably good,
like Palmer's Lotion. Such was not the
case with Mrs. Martha M. Johnson, of
Derby, Connecticut, who wrote: "Please
to send me some of your Lotion. I am
willing to pay any price for it, for I have
heard it highly extolled and seen its won
derful effects.' This proves Palmer's Lo
tion as nearly priceless as any remedy can
be. If your drug_gist|doesn't have, it send to
Solon Palmer, 374 Canal street, New York,
for samples of Palmer's Lotion and Lotion
Soap.
Willing to Pay.—"What do you think of
the proposition to tax bachelors?" asked
the sweet young thins. "Oh, luxuries ought
to be taxed," replied Mr. Crustie.—Smart
Set.
Iloxnle's Cronp Care \
The life saver of children. No opium. 50 cts.
What Did He Mean? —Riter —"Have you
read my last poem?" Reeder —"I hope so."
—Philadelphia Evening Bulletin,
ABSOLUTE
SECURITY.
Genuine
Carter's
Little Liver Pills.
Must Bear Signature of
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