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DO YOU REMEMBER, JOE?
Ob. do you remember—do you remember,
Joe,
Ho* we usod togo to grandpa's two score
years ago'.'
lion dear old grandma kissed us, though
we tried to squirm away?
How we raced down to the meadows where
the men were making hay
(CSrandpa the best among them, spite of his
silver hairs);
How we rode home on the fragrant load as
hungry as two bears?
Oil, do you remember—do you remember,
Joe,
Dear grandma's light cream biscuits (yes,
'twas forty years ago,
An' a frenchman now is living in the old
ancestral home),
An' the butter from the spring house, an'
the honey in the comb,
An' the cookies (all we wanted—'twas at
grandma's house, you know)?
Have we ever had enough since then of
life's rare 6\veets, dear Joe?
An", oh, do you remember—from all the
rest aloof—
The little garret bedroom underneath the
roof,
Where, up the stairs a-cllmbing, spite o'
fat and rheumatis',
Oear grandma came to pat our heads and
give a good-night kiss?
It didn't seem live minutes from the time
we dropped off, Joe,
Till we heard the hired man in the yard
a-hollerln': "Helloa!"
Sometimes I think we shall wake up from
a deeper slec p, dear Joe,
An' see them all a-i row 'ling round, an' hear
thern call: "Helloa!"
£"or I believe they love us now as in the
dear old home,
An' that they talk about us, Joe, an' long
for us to come;
An' If goodness counts for honor, where
they are now, dear Joe—
Grant pa an' grandma will be found up in
the 'highest row!
--r-Mary F. llutts, in Farm and Home.
fill; yStrangest Case"
BY GUY DOOTHBY.
\ Author of "Dr. Kikota,'* "The Beautiful
White Devii," " Pliaros, Tho
Egyptian," Etc.
JCppjrjijhted, 1901, by Waid, Lock A Co.]
PART II.—CONTINUED.
Without more ado, like men who
were drunk with the finest wines, they
followed him along the passage and
up the steps into the open air. They
were just in time to see the sun set
ting blood-red behind the jungle. His
beauty, however, had no effect upon
them. In all probability they were re
gardless of him altogether, for with
almost simultaneous sighs of relief
they threw themselves down upon fhe
flag-stones of the courtyard, and set
to work, with feverish earnestness, to
overhaul the booty they had procured.
All three were g(*'>d judges of stones,
and a very brief examination was suf
ficient, even in the feeble evening light,
to enable them to see that they were
not on y gems of the first water, but
also stones of such size as is seldom
«een ir. these unregenerate days.
"It's the biggest scoop on earth,"
*aid Ilayle, unconsciously echoing the
■expression Kitwater had used to him
In Singapore. "What's better, there
are hundreds more like them down be
low. I'll tell you >vhat it is, my friends,
we're just the richest men on this
earth at the present moment, and
don't you forget it!"
In his excitement he shook hands
•wildly with his companions. Ilis ill
iumor had vanished like breath off a
xazor, and now he was on the best of
terms not only with himself, but also
with the world in general.
"If 1 know anything about stones
there are at least £IOO.OOO worth in
this little parcel," he said, enthusias
tically, "and, what is more, there is a
million or perhaps two millions to be
bad for the trouble of looking for
them. What do you say if we go be
low again?"
"No! No!" said Kitwater, "it's too
late. We'd better be getting back to
the camp as soon as may be."
"Very well," Ilayle replied, reluct
antly.
They accordingly picked up their
fron bars and replaced the stone that
covered the entrance to the subter
ranean passage.
"I don't like leaving it," said Ilayle,
"it don't seem to me to be safe, some
bow. Think what there is down there.
Doesn't it strike you that it would be
better to fill our pockets while we've
the chance? Who knows what might
happen before we can come again?"
"Nonsense," said Kitwater. "Who
do you think is going to rob us of
It? What's the use of worrying
about it,? In the morning we'll come
back and fill our bags, and then clear
out of the place for civilization as if
the devil and all were after us. Just
-think, my lads, what there will be to
■divide."
"A million apiece, at least," said
Ilayle rapturously, and then in an
awed voice he added, as if he were
discomfited by his own significance,
""I never thought to be worth a quar
ter of that. Somehow it doesn't
-seem as if it can be real."
"It's quite real," said Mr. Codd, as
be sprinkled some dry dust round the
crack of the stone to give it an ap
pearance of not having been dis
turbed. "There's no doubt of it."
When he had finished they picked
up their tools and set off on their re
turn journey to the camp. The sun
Syid disappeared behind the jungle
when they left the courtyard of the
Three Elephants' Heads and ascend
ed the stone steps towards the inner
moat. They crossed the bridge, and
•entered the outer city in silence.
The place was very dreary at that
hour of the day, and to Codd, who
■was of an imaginative turn of mind,
it seemed as if faces out of the long
■deserted past were watching him
from every house. Ilis companions,
however, were scarcely so impres
sionable. They were gloating over
the treasure they had won for them
selves, and one, at least, was speeu
— U-j MU ltott Ut aliuu.u I''
share. Suddenly Ilayle, who was
looking' down a side street, uttered
an exclamation of surprise.
"Did you see that?" he inquired of
Kitwater. Then, without waiting for
a reply, he dived into the nearest
ruin and disappeared from view.
"What on earth is the matter with
him?" inquired Kitwater of Codd.
"Has he gone mad?"
Codd only shook his head. Ilayle's
doings were more often than not an
enigma to him. Presently, however,
the runaway made his appearance
before them. His face was flushed
and he Uieatbed heavily. Apparent
ly he had been running, and for some
distance.
"Don't you see him?" he inquired
of his companions, in some surprise.
"See who?" asked Kitwater, with
elevated eyebrows. "Who do you
think you saw?"
"A man," Ilayle replied, "I am
ready to take my oath 1 saw him
cross that narrow street back yonder."
"Was it one of our own men, do you
think?" said Codd, referring to the
two ilurincn they had brought w*h
them.
"Not a bit of it," Jlayle replied.
"I tell you, Kitwater, 1 am as sure
as I am of anything that the man I
saw was a Chinaman."
"Gammon," said Kitwater. "There
isn't a Chinaman within 50 miles of
the ruins. You are unduly excited.
You'll l)e seeing a regiment of Scott's
guards presently if you are not care
ful."
"I don't care what you say, it was
a man 1 saw," the other answered.
"Good Heavens! won't you believe me
when I say that I saw his pigtail?"
"Believe you, of course, I will," re
plied Kitwater, good-liumoredly.
"It's a pity you didn't catch hold of
him by it, however. No, no, Gid, you
take my word for it, there are no
Chinamen about here. What do you
think, Codd?"
Mr. Codd appeared to have no opin
ion, for he did not reply.
By this time they had crossed the
last bridge and had left thecity behind
them. The jungle was lulling itself to
sleep, and drowsy croonings sounded
on every hand. So certain was Ilayle
that he bad not been mistaken about
the man he declared he had seen, that
he kept his eyes well open to guard
against a surprise, lie did not know
what clump of bamboo might contain
an enemy, and, in consequence, his
right hand was kept continually in his
pocket in order not to lose the grip
of the revolver therein contained. At
last they reached the top of the hill
and approached the open spot where
their camp was situated.
"What did I tell you?" said Kitwa
ter, as he looked about the camp and
could discover no traces of their two
native servants. "It was one of our
prowling rascals you saw, and when
he comes back I'll teach him to come
spying on us. If I know anything of
the rattan, he won't doit again."
Ilayle shrugged his shoulders. While
the fact that their servants were not
at the camp to anticipate their return
was certainly suspicious, he was still
as convinced as ever that the man lie
had seen slipping through the ruins
was no Burman, but a true son of the
celestial empire.
Worn out by the excitement of the
day, Kitwater anathematized these rv'
ants for not having been there to pre
pare the evening meal, but while lie
and Ilayle wrangled, Mr. Codd had as
usual taken the matter into liis own
hands, and, picking up a cooking pot,
had set oIT in the direction of the
stream, whence they drew their supply
of water, lie had not proceeded very
far, however, before he uttered a cry
and came running back to the camp.
There was a scared expression upon
his face as he rejoined his compan
ions.
"They've not run away," he cried,
pointing in the direction whence he
had come. "They're dead!"
"Dead?" cried Kitwater and lla3'le
together. Then the latter added:
"What do you mean by that?"
"What I say," Codd replied. "They're
both lying in the jungle back there
with their throats cut."
"Then I was right after all," Ilayle
found time to put in. "Come, Kit, let
us go and see. There's more than we
bargained for at the back of all this."
They hurried with Codd to the spot
where he had discovered the bodies,
to find that his tale was too true.
Their two unfortunate servants were
to be seen lying one on either side of
the track, both dead and shockingly
mutilated. Kitwater knelt beside
them and examined them more closely.
"Chinese," he said, laconically. Then
after a jiause he continued: "It's a
good thing for us we had the foresight
to take our rifles with us to-day, other
wise we should have lost them for a
certainty. Now we shall have to keep
our eyes open for trouble. It won't be
long in coming, mark my words."
"You don't think they watched us at
work in that courtyard, do you?" asked
Ilayle, anxiously, as they returned to
the camp. "If that's so, they'll have
every atom of the remaining treasure,
and we shall be done for."
He spoke as if until that moment
they had received nothing.
"It's just possible they may have
done so, of course," said Kitwater,
"but how are we to know? We could
n't prevent them, for we don't know
how many of them there may be. That
fellow you saw this evening may only
liave been placed there to spy upon
our movements. Confound it all, I
wish we were a bigger party."
"It's no use wishing that," Ilayle re
turned, and then after a pause he
added: "Fortonately we hold a good
many lives in our Lands, and what's
more, we know the value of our own.
The only thing we van do is to watch,
watch, and watch, and, if we are taken
by surprise, we shall have nobody to
thank for it but ourselves. Now if
you'll stand sentry, Coddy and 1 will
get tea."
I'hc.x set to work, ncfi tlie meal was
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, MARCH 27, 1902.
in due course served and ratrn. Aft
erwards Codd went on guard, being
relieved by Hayle at midnight. Ev»r
since they had made the ghastly dis
covery iu the jungle, the latter had
been more silent even than the gravity
of the situation demanded. Now he
sat, nursing his rifle, listening to the
mysterious voices of the jungle, and
thinking as if for dear life. Meanwhile
his companions slept soundly on, se
cure in the fact that he was watching
over them.
At last Hayle rose to his feet.
"It's my only chance," he said to
himself, as he went softly across to
where Kit water was lying. "It must
be now or never!"
Kneeling beside the sleeping man,
he felt for the packet of precious
stones they had that day obtained.
Having found it he transferred it to
his own pocket, and then returned to
his former position as quietly as he
had come. Then, having secured as
much of their store of ammunition as
he could conveniently carry, together
with a supply of food sufficient to last
him for several days, he deserted his
post, abandoned his friends and dis
ippeared into the jungle!
PART 111.
The sun was slowly sinking behind
the dense wall of jungle which
hems in, on the southern side, the
frontier station of Nampoung. In
the river below there is a ford,
which has a distinguished claim
on fame, inasmuch as it is one
of the gateways from Burmah
into western China. This ford is
guarded continually by a company
of Sikhs, under the command of an
English officer. To be candid, it is
not a post that is much sought after.
Its dullness is extraordinary. True,
one can fish there from morning un
til night, if one is so disposed; and if
one has the good fortune to be a bot
anist, there is an inexhaustible field
open for study. It is also true that
Nampoung is only 30 miles or so, as
the crow flics, from Bhamo, and when
one has been in the wilds, and out
of touch of civilization for months
at a time, Bhamo is by no means a
place to be despised. So thought
Gregory, of the One Hundred and
Twenty-third regiment, as lie threw
his line into the pool below him.
"It's worse than a dog's life," lie
saiil to himself, as he looked at the
ford a hundred yards or so to his
right, where, at the moment, his sub
altern was engaged levying toll up- j
on some Yunnan merchants who
were carrying cotton on pack mules
into China. After that lie' glanced j
behind liiin at the little cluster of!
buildings on the hill, and groaned
once more. "I wonder what they are
doing in England," he continued.
"Trout fishing lias just begun, and I
can imagine the dear old governor at
the Long pool, rod in hand. The
girls will stroll down in the after
noon to find out what sport he has
had, and they'll walk home across
the park with him, while the mater
will probably meet them half way.
And here am 1 in this God-forsaken j
hole with nothing to do but to keep!
an eye on that ford there. Bhamo !
is better than this, Mandalay is bet-j
ter than Bhamo, and Kangoon is bet
.
NOW HE SAT NURSING HIS RIFLE,
LISTENING TO THE MYSTERIOUS
VOICES OF TIIE JUNGLE.
ter than cither. Chivvying dakus is
Paradise compared with this sort of
thing. Anyhow, I'm tired of fishing."
He began to take his rod to pieces j
preparatory to returning to his
quarters 011 the hill. He had just un
shipped the last joint, when he be
came aware that one of his men was
approaching him. lie inquired his
business, and was informed in return
that Dempsey, his sub, would be
glad to see him at the ford. Hand
ing his rod to the man he set off in
the direction of the crossing in ques
tion, to become aware, as he ap
proached it, of a disreputable figure
propped up against a tree on the
nearer bank.
"What's the matter, Dempsey?"
he inquired. "What 011 earth have
you got there, man?"
"Well, that's more than I can say,"
the other replied. "He's evidently a
white man, and I fancy an English
man. At home we should call him a
scarecrow, lie turned up from across
the ford just now, and tumbled down
in the middle of the stream like a
shot rabbit. Never saw such a thing
before. He's not a pretty sight, is
he?"
"Poor devil," said Gregory. "He
seems to be on his last legs. I won
der who the deuce he is, and what
brought him into this condition."
"I've searched, and there's nothing
about to tell us," said ' Dempsey.
"What do you think we had better
do with him?"
"Get him up the hill," said his su
perior, without hesitation. "When
he's a hit stronger we'll have his
story out of him. I'll bet a f«w
years' pay it will be interesting."
A file of men were called, and tho
mysterious stranger was carried up
to tlie residence of tlie English offi
cers. ft was plain to the least ob
servant that Ire was in a very serious
condition. Such clothes as he pos
sessed were in rags; his face was
pinched with starvation, and more-
I over he was quite unconscious.
When his bearers, accompanied by
the two Englishmen, reached the
cluster of huts, he was carried to a
small room at the end of the officers'
bungalow and placed upon the bed.
After a little brandy had been ad
ministered, he recovered conscious
ness and looked about him. Heav
ing :i sigh of relief, he inquired
where he might be.
"You are at Nampoung," said
(iregorv, "and you ought to thank
1 your stars that you are not in King
dom Come. If ever a man was near
I >t. you have been. We won't ask you
: for your story now; however, later
on, you shall bukh to your heart's
content. Now I am going to give j
you something to eat. You look is if
you want it badly enough."
Gregory looked at Dempsey and
made a sign, whereupon the other
withdrew, to presently return earry
-1 itig a bowl of soup. The stranger
i drank it ravenously, and then lay ;
j back and closed his eyes once more, i
lie would have been a clever man
who could have recognized in the
| emaciated being upon the bed, the
; spruce, well-cared-for individual who
j was known to the Hotel of the Three
Desires in Singapore as Gideon
llavle.
"You'd better rest awhile now,"
said Gregory, "and then perhaps
you'll feel equal to joining us at j
mess, or whatever you like to call :
it."
"Thanks, very much," the man re- ;
j plied, with the conventional utter- j
| anee of an English gentleman; which I
was not lost upon his audience. "I i
hope I shall feci up to it."
| "Whoever the fellow is," said ■
: Gregory, as they passed along the
veranda a few minutes later, "he has
| evidently seen better days. Poor
| beggar, I wonder where he's been,
j and what lie has been up to?"
| "We shall soon find out," Dempsey j
| answered. "All he said when we !
i fished him out of the water was 'at
i last,' and then he fijintcd clean
I away. I am not more curious than 1
i my neighbors, but I don't mind ad- i
mitting that I am anxious to hear j
| what he has to say for himself. Talk
I about Kip Van Winkle, why, he is not
in it with this fellow, lie could give
him points and beat him hollow."
ITo Be Continued.]
INDIAN SMOKE SIGNALS.
How I lie Warrior* Com 111 ull iratcd
Willi Kuril Other by l)uy uutl
by ISltfht.
The traveler on the plains in the
early days soon learned the signifi
cance of the spires of smoke that he j
sometimes saw rising from a distant
ridge or hill, and that in turn lie
might see answered from a different
direction. It was the signal talk of 1
the Indians across miles of interven- j
ing ground, a signal used in rallying !
the warriors for an attack, or warn- I
ing them for a retreat if that seemed
advisable. The Star Monthly de- j
scribes some of the signals and their
meaning:
The Indian had a way of sending up
the smoke in rings or puffs, knowing
111 at such a smoke column would at
once be noticed and understood as a ]
signal, and not taken for the smoke
of some camp-fire. He made the \
rings by covering the little fire with j
his blanket for a moment and allow
ing the smoke to ascend, when lie
instantly covered the fire again. The
column of ascending smoke rings j
said to every Indian within 30 miles: |
"Look out! There is an enemy near!"
Three smokes built close together
meant danger. One smolce merely j
meant attention. Two smokes meant: j
"Camp at this place." Travel the !
plains, and the usefulness of this
long-distance telephone will at once
become apparent.
Sometimes at night the settler or
the traveler saw fiery lines crossing
the sky, shooting up and' falling, per
haps taking a direction diagonal to !
the lines of vision. He might guess !
that lliese were the signals of the
Indians, but unless he were an old- ]
timer he might not be able to inter- \
pret the signals. The old-timer and j
the squaw man knew that one fire- |
arrow, an arrow prepared by treat- |
ing the head of the shaft with gun
powder and fine bark, meant the same
as the columns of smoke puffs—"An
enemy is near." Two arrows meant:
"Danger." Three arrows said impera- j
tively: "This danger is great." Sev
eral arrows said: "The enemy are i
too many for us." Thus the untu
tored savage could telephone fairly
well at night as well as in the day
time.
Ro»nettl In Self-Defenne.
Toward the latter part of Itosetti's
life he rarely left his house and gar
den. He depended upon a close circle
of friends for society, and in his own
way was a sociable man, but he pre
ferred to see his friends and acquaint
ances by appointment, and woe betide
the too intrusive stranger.
One day an enterprising man called
who was duly armed with a letter of
introduction, and the servant was
nearly yielding to the impulsive stran
ger, whereupon the painter of "Dante's
Dream", leaned over the banister and |
said in a firm, mellifluous voice: "Tell ,
the gentleman that I am not at home."
—Lippincott's Magazine.
Knrniiiß n Dollar.
A dollar saved is a dollar earned—
for it's hard work to save a dollar.— <
Chicago Daily News.
A NEW RURAL NOVEL
Will Deal with Life in Indiana in
Mexican War Time.
Ilooth Tu rl. I iik ( r«n, \oteil Hoonfer
Author, In Now I'utliiiu Kiiilxh
iujs Touclicn to It—About la
ili'fouie a UciM-ilic-t.
Booth Tarkington, of Indianapolis,
the well-known author and playwright,
is completing the concluding chapters
of another Indiana novel.
The new book will make its appear
ance in time, the author's friends as
sert, to answer a double purpose. It
will come not only at an opportune
time for the publishers, but will not
be amiss in assisting the author in
furthering his political ambitions.
For Booth Tarkington, the author,
expects to become Booth Tarkington,
the politician.
Then, in addition, there is a strong
j rumor going the rounds that Booth
J Tarkington, the bachelor, is about to
: become Booth Tarkington, the bene
dict. Mr. Tarkington, however, does
not admit this assertion. He will not
countenance the rumor. Neither does
j Mr. Tarkington's family, unless, in
j truth, the author's mother be except
ed. She has been quoted as admitting
that the author and the young woman
whose nnme has been linked with that
of Mr. Tarkington by the gossips like
each other—nothing more.
Yet an intimate friend of the Indiana
author said only a day or two ago:
"Mr. Tarkington is working on the last
novel he Mill write before he is mar-
I rind."
\ "However," as Mr. Tarkington, liim
j self, says,"the rumor does not affect
1 the novel now in hand."
As in his first success, says the Chi
cago American, the author w ill return
j to Indiana for the plot of his story.
! It will be laid in the city of Terrc
; Haute, where. by the way, the author's
father met. wooed and married the au
thor's mother, and it will deal almost
j exclusively with bits of Indiana char- j
acter. Mr. Tarkington considers it
! his most pretentious and most suecess
■ ful effort.
The book has not yet been named—
the author insisting on one title, the
mgm &
iMi i
v 3fi 1
v * v.
- I'i It, '
: ;• . j
BOOTH TARKINGTON.
| (Noted Indiana Author Soon to Become a
Benedict.)
publishers suggesting another and the
author's friends advancing a third. It
will be a romance dealing with life in
Indiana, in the vicinity of Terrc Haute
during the time of the Mexican war,
; and it will convey not a few of its in
cidents to the famous Catholic school
near Terrc Haute, "St. Marys of the
Woods." The book, however, Mr. ;
Tarkington insists, will not be classed i
as a historical romance. This he says !
in the face of anticipating critics who
' have endeavored to predict the char- j
acter of the work.
The love story is delicately woven
round the lives of a girl studying at the
Catholic institution and a young man \
of the clear-brained, horny-handed j
class peculiar to the early period of ,
Indiana's history.
Mr. Tarkington said: "I will doubt
less hear more from my friend at
Seattle now. Shortly after the pro
duction of 'The Gentleman from In
diana' friends of mine residing in Scat
tie. Wash., sent word to me that j
a certain resident of that city was j
parading under the name of Booth j
Tarkington, claiming to have written |
my book, lie was buying copies right !
and left and sending them to his
friends with a neat little picture of
himself and a card saying that this was
his first venture into literature and he
wanted their criticism. My friends
desired' to know whether I would have
them expose him or not. It seems that
he also claimed that while he had writ
ten the book I was reaping the golden
benefits in the shape of royalties. It
did not take me long to decide what to
do. I wrote them to encourage him in
his 'pipe dream,' explaining at the j
same time that every copy he bought I
was putting that much more money j
in my pocket. I needed the money.
"This latest effort of mine is in some i
respects a more elaborate one than any j
of the others preceding. At least I j
have worked harder on it. Of course, 1 !
cannot say what success it will meet, j
with—in fact, there are as yet several j
incomplete chapters.
"I have endeavored in my book,
nameless as yet, to combine romance !
and character delineation. At the I
time of which I have written the farm- 1
ers and townspeople were of such a !
character as to attract the most fas- j
tidious student. I have also endeav- I
ored not to become historical, and I j
think I have succeeded to a certain ex- !
tent. The life of the story will rest
in the hands of the people in a very j
short time."
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i your Compound 1 began to use it at
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[ more, and have had no trouble since,
i lam most pleased to have had an oppor-
I tunity to saj' a few words in praise of
| your Vegetable Compound, and shall
j take every occasion to recommend it."—
I Miss VIROINIA. GIiANEB.— $5000 forfeit if
: ibove testimonial is not genuine.
Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable
! Compound lias stood the test of
time, and has cured thousands.
Mrs. Pinkhain advises sick wo
men free. Address, Lynn, Mass.
A Cm r Load <>f
One would naturally think that tlie pack
j age dye busine-- was a .-mall industry, hut
j there is more than one million dollars worth
j oi package dyes sold in the United Stated
• every year.
I One of the largest package dye factories
I in the world is that of the Putnam Fadeless
Dyes Co., I monville, Mo. In this factory
i alone, three million packages of Putnam
i fadeless Dyes are made every year. To
I l"'t up this amount of dyes requires the
■ handling of seven million of envelopes, think
: ot it, seven millions of envelopes laid lcngth
j wise would reach a distance of seven hun
dred miles; it laid one upon tlie other they
| would make a pile of Putnam Fadeless Dyes
4 ; ; ; dies high. As each envelope has to be
i handled live times before a package is eoin
; plete, the completion of three millions of
packages requires that thev he handled
thirty-five million times. This of course
Rives employment to a number of people,
1 the Putnam Fadeless Dye Company alone
; employ almost a hundred people,'9o per
j cent, of whom are youn,-; ladies.
As each package retail's for 10c the weight
of the retail price of the three millions pack
| ages in dimes is 18,000 pounds, or almost
| a car load.
Jinn Itehiml the Gun.
"Oreat cinders! Smith, look at this pa
| per. .lones kicked out of the house by
his father-in-law! Awful, awful! Why,
I Jones is one of our biggest guns."
I "And his father-in-law, i presume, was
the man behind the gun, as it were.'"—
Baltimore News.
IMOBE THAN HALF A CENTUM
v ; OF EXPERIENCE;
apgasa* out OUMANTtt
AKt BACK OF
EVERY
SUCKED
WOWII OR COAT
HJ l „ £ J U 4 BEAMING THIS TRAPt MARK
ECII
I- ON SALE EVERWHERB. * *
/IEWARE OP IMITATIONS. A,
'CATALOGUES FREE 112 112 til NN&VMJ
SHOWING PULL LINE V V • /JN 111? SK'IV'
OPGARMEMTS ANP HATS. "
A.J.TQWERCQ.,BOSTON.MASS. *i
It is a fn'-t that Salzer's vegetable and flower AS
PW seeds an? toiaid in more gardens
and on more farms than any other
in Amerca. There is reason for this.
We own and operate over DOnoat-n sfor Tgfl
> i the produetion of our ehoiee seed*. In /ffl
ww t »s. ortler to Induee yon to try them ftHI
"we maka the following unprec- fffial
edented offer:
I —For "86 Cents Postpaid
w \ t I 80 kinds of mreat luaeloua radlahea»
■ IJ, J 1 - magnificent earl let! mclous,
W _ L#»' T lit korU plorlnuii (vmilori, jHlffl
■ """ I \ 25 pcerlemi letfure varieties, AEjr
' 18 aplendld be»*t torla,
/ 05 itorgrouidj boautil ul flower nefdi,
I A In all 160 kinds positively furnishing jffi
Mi bushels of elianum# flowers and /jra
E ip) lots and lots of elioiee vegetables,/JM
■ M together with our great eatalokTie/Jn fcj
H On';»nd Itrouius and onion
jqhn A salz^r s^ ep co,,y
Ease, Durability. Simplicity
with
OftJIIRS
Accidents nre rare, pleasure is increased by
their superior elasticity, and you can mend
them with your hands —no tools required.
Our automobile tires are just as safe, satis
factory and reliable.
Q & J TlKti COMPANY, Indianapolis, Ind.
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