6
THE WHISTLER.
Throughont the sunny day ho whistled on
his way.
On high and low, and gay and sweet.
The melody rang down the street-
Till all the weary, worn and gray,
Smiled at their work, or stopped to
say:
"Now God he thanked that youth is
fair.
And light of heart and free from
care."
What time lIIH wind blew high, he whis
tled and went by.
Then clarion clear on every side
The song was scattered far and wide;
Like birds above a storm that fly,
The silver uoles soared to the sky:
"Oh! soul whose courage does not fail
But witli a song can meet the gale."
And when the rain fell fast, he whistled
us he passed:
A little tune the whole world knew,
A song of love, of love most true;
On through the mist it came at last
To one by sorrow overcast:
"Dear Christ." she said, "by night and
day
Thry serve who praise—as well as pray."
And when the fog hung gray, he whistled
on his way.
The little children in his train,
With rosy lips caught up the strain.
Then I, to hear what he might say,
Followed with Ihein. that somber day;
"is it for joy of life." quoth 112.
"Good sir. you go u-whlstllng by?"
lie smiled and sighed and shook his
head:
"I cheer my own sad heart." he said
—Virna Sheard, in Canadian Magazine.
r i
h GAMBLING |
WITH FATE
By WILLIAM WALLACE COOK
Aathor of "Thi» Oold Gleaner*: A Story of
the ('vani'le Tatikit," " Wilby* !>an, M
"llii Friend lh« hn-my." "Roger*
of Butte," Ric., Etc.
(Copyright, 1903, by William Wallace Cook)
CHAPTER XVI.
DARREL ACCUSED AS McCLOUD.
"Ah, the marshal," said Darrel, re
lieved to find that the officer was one
of the first to be drawn to the scene.
"I am glad you have come."
The marshal pushed farther into the
room, followed by his companion.
"What's been going on here?"
"Murgatroyd and I were settling an
old score," answered Darrel, pulling
his disarranged clothing into shape,
"but 1 am glad to say that it did not
result; seriously."
"Where is Murgatroyd now?"
The officer had peered about the
place and had even cast a hasty glance
into the inner office.
"I have Uim —safe," Darrel smiled
grimly. "Who is this gentleman?" he
asked, turning to the thick-set man
with the leather case under his arm.
"That's Doc Paytoti," replied the be
wildered marshal.
"Not the same gentleman who had
charge of the body of Sturgis?"
"I am the coroner," spoke up Pay
ton, "and held the inquest."
"Better and better," said Darrel.
"Naturally, gentlemen, you are curi
ous. You see me follow Murgatroyd
upstairs to this place and later you
hear sounds of a scuffle and come to
investigate. What you see merely in
creases your curiosity and suspicion.
1 want to talk with the two of you and
beg of you to set a couple of those
chairs upright and be seated."
As he finished, Darrel settled him
self comfortably on one corner of the
desk. The marshal was inclined to
parley on Murgatroyd's account.
"I want to understand this thing,"
he began, aggressively, and Darrel in
terrupted him with:
"Precisely! The quickest way to un
derstand it is by listening to what I
wish to say. If anything has gone
wrong, 1 am here to be held to ac
count."
"He's right about that. Merrick,"
said the doctor, righting one of the
overturned chairs and seating himself
in it. "Let's hear him."
Merrick had an uncomfortable feel
ing that matters were strangely
wrong, somehow, and he picked up the
lamp and stepped apart to survey the
other room. He came back directly
and again set the lamp on the desk.
"I don't like the looks of things,"
he grumbled as he sat down, "and we
Keem to be leaving the whole matter
to you entire. But I reckon you can
fire away."
Darrel, fearing interruption from the
■vault, plunged into the subject at once.
"What was the verdict of the cor
oner's jury in the Sturgis case, doc
tor?" he asked.
"ft was found that Sturgis met his
death by a bullet. 45-caliber, fired by
one Nathan Darrel, of San Francisco,"
returned the doctor.
"Were the proofs of Darrel's guilt
quite conclusive?"
"The jury found them so."
"But you, in your own mind; were
you quite convinced?"
"I don't recognize your right to ask
such a question. I am the coroner and
I have repeated to you the jury's ver
dict."
In spite of this Darrel could see
plainly that Dr. Payton had an honest
doubt.
"What's the use of splittin' hairs?"
"aid the marshal. "And what has the
murder of Sturgis got to do with your
row with Murgatroyd?"
"Just this, Mr. Merrick," returned
Darrel, steadily; "Murgatroyd killed
Sturgis—"
"What!" exploded Merrick, starting
tip.
The doctor was less amazed, al
though not. a little startled.
Darrel repeated his words.
"Why," exclaimed the marshal,
' Sturgis and Murgatroyd was I'rlemJal"
"Murgatioyd would have no motive,"
aided the doctor.
"Murgatroyd and Darrel were not
frionds," said Darrel.
"That's no news," came from the
marshal. "It don't bear on Murga
troyd and Sturgis, anyhow."
"Yes, it does," persisted Darrel;
"Murgatroyd killed Sturgis in such a
way that they would hang Darrel for
it."
'Preposterous!" declared Dr. Pay
ton.
"You're a fool," averred the marshal,
frankly. "Do you think Murgatroyd
would shoot a friend down in cold
blood just for the sake of having Dar
rel hung?"
"Did you ever know Murgatroyd to
make a play that wasn't cruel, crafty
and safe?" asked Darrel. "He's a
snake and would trail his slimy length
over any friendship for the sake of
getting his fangs into an enemy's
throat."
"Be reasonable, young man," said
the doctor, impatiently, "be reason
able."
"Talk's cheap," supplemented the
marshal. "It would take strong proofs
to make me believe anything like
that."
"Gentlemen," resumed Darrel, "I
happen to know that Nate Darrel came
to this town on the day the murder
was committed. He came to Sandy
Bar to settle his differences with Mur
gatroyd and, directly after he reached
the camp, made straight for this office.
"Murgatroyd was out in the hills and
Darrel went into that private office
and wrote a line for him. Murgatroyd
had forgotten his revolver and left it
behind—it was lying on the desk in
front of Darrel as he wrote his note.
"Before leaving the room Darrel
marked every cartridge in that gun—"
It was then the doctor's turn to leap
from his chair.
"You know Darrel did that?" he in
terrupted.
"I do."
"Why did he do it?"
"Because he feared Murgatroyd
would shoot him down from behind."
"Still," returned the doctor, sinking
back into his chair, "I can't see—"
"In his pocket-book Darrel placed a
slip of paper stating that, if he met
with foul play, the coroner would
please recall that Lester Murgatroyd
had sworn to shoot him on sight; and
that, if the bullet that took Darrel's
life bore the letter 'M,' it would be
found to correspond with other car
tridges in Murgatroyd's revolver."
Dr. Payton drew a deep breath and
Merrick straightened out in his chair,
MURGATROYD CAM 10 CHARGfNG
OUT, REVOLVER IN HAND.
thrust his hands into his trousers'
pockets and peered at Darrel through
half-closed eyes.
"The bullet that killed Sturgis bore
such a mark," said Payton, slowly. "I
probed for it myself and it hasn't been
out of my possession since "
"Why in the fiend's name didn't you
tell nie something about that?" asked
Merrick, his indignant eyes on the doc
tor.
"The jury knew of it," answered
Payton. "We all kept quiet about it,
hoping that something like this might
develop."
"But what do we know about this
fellow?" queried Merrick, jerking his
head toward Darrel; "he's a stranger
in camp and his story may be cut out
of whole cloth."
"A month has elapsed since the
shooting," went on Payton, addressing
Darrel. "Why have you kept silent so
long?"
' The delay was unavoidable," replied
Darrel.
"Possibly, but the chances are it has
defeated the ends of justice providing
what you say is true. If we car find
Murgatroyd's revolver in his posses
sion, Merrick," the doctor added, turn
ing to the marshal, "and if the re
volver, after these four weeks, is found
to contain the marked cartridges, this
man proves his case."
Darrel's heart leaped in his breast.
He was sure of Murgatroyd's guilt and
the tact that the revolver would now
be found upon him —-barring the tech
nical point that it had been out of his
possession for the four weeks—would
prove his guilt.
The technical point, which Murga
troyd could not prove without Darrel's
help, was the only thing that could
throw a cloud over Darrel's theory.
Darrel was just asking himself how he
should proceed in dealing with that
phase of the question when another
diversion occurred.
Roy Lenyard stepped into the room
and moved resolutely toward the group
sitting around the lamp on the desk.
"Mr. Merrick," said he, sharply, "I
requested you to wait below until I
rejoined you and the doctor."
"Things happened up here, Len
yard/' returned the marshal, "that we
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, JUNE 16, 1904.
had to look after. There was a fight
of some kind, as you ran see," —Mer-
rick nodded toward the overturned
cabinet—"and Dot- and I breezed in.
But (hat don't make no difference.
Here we are antf if you've got a card
up your sleeve now's your chance to
play it."
"Then," cried Lenyard, whirling on
Darrel and leveling a forefinger in his
direction, "that man is Junius McCloud
anil I demand that you put him under
arrest. It was he, and not Nate Darrel,
that killed the man you know as Jack
Sturgis!"
"Holy Smoke!" roared the marshal,
on his feet in a second. "Why, lie's
all but proved that Murgatroyd did it.
First thing 1 know you fellows 'll have
it onto me—or Doc, there."
CHAPTER XVII.
DA It UK I. UN MAS KI3D.
Darrel's amazement equaled the mar
shal's and the doctor's. So firm was
his belief in Murgatroyd's guilt that
he had heretofore left McCioud entirely
out of his calculations.
Before Lenyard could follow up his.
startling announcement with an ex
planation, the sallow-faced clerk
pushed into the room, paused, and
looked around him, aghast at the dis
order.
"Where's —Where's Murgatroyd?" he
asked.
"We don't want Murgatroyd now,"
said Lenyard and drew close to the
clerk and whispered to him.
The clerk whispered a reply, five
words of which Darrel happened to
overhear —"down the hall —tuckered
out." Who was down the hall and
tuckered out? Darrel roused himself
with freshened interest.
"This is most astounding, young
man," said he to Lenyard, with jeer
ing incredulity.
' The truth comes that way, some
times," returned Lenyard.
' But your accusation is arrant nen
sense," persisted Darrel, feigning an
gry impatience. "These gentlemen"—
he waved his hand toward Payton and
Merrick —"will not believe you. t have
already proved my case against Murga
troyd."
"Not exactly proved it," qualified
the doctor. "The revolver has yet to
be found and examined. In this coun
try five loads don't often remain in
a gun for a month. I'm not very hope
ful about your end of it, although Dar
rel's ruse was a clever one."
"What was the ruse?" asked Len
yard.
The doctor told him, with now and
then a word from Merrick.
When the recital was finished, ex
pressive looks flashed between the
clerk and Lenyard.
"The marking of those bullets," de
clared Lenyard, "proves that McCloud
killed Sturgis."
"Why in the fiend's name should Mc-
Cloud kill Sturgis?" asked Merrick.
"It wasn't McCloud that, quarreled
with Sturgis in Hawkbill's."
"There couldn't have been any mo
tive," spoke up the doctor, who seemed
to be a stickler on that phase of tho
question.
"You'll not find Murgatroyd's re
volver in Murgatroyd's possession,"
insisted Lenyard doggedly. "If you
find it anywhere you'll find it in Mc-
Cloud's pocket. Look and see." '
"Come on, Merrick," said Darrel, get
ting up and raising his hands above
his head.
"You'll not find it," remarked Len
yard while the marshal was making
his search; "he wouldn't be so willing
to let you look, if he had it. lie's got
rid of it somewhere."
"Any one would kuoxv the old man's
gun," observed the clerk; "there ain't
another like it in tte hull of Mon
tana."
"I've seen it a dozen times," said
the marshal as he returned to his chair
without finding the weapon. "You've
opened this up, Lenyard, and it's up
to you to make good."
"Yeo," said the doctor, "and be very
careful, Roy. It's a very serious mat
ter."
"It was serious for Darrel," an
swered tho young man warmly, "to
have his good name taken away from
him."
"Good name!" echoed Darrel deris
ively. "A gambler, gentlemen," he
went on, turning to the doctor and the
marshal, "a man who follows the cards
for a living. This boy has a peculiar
way of looking at things."
Lenyard grew angry.
"McCloud," said he,"l told you in
Hawkbill's that I wasn't done with
you."
"Give us your proofs," said Darrel,
shortly.
"Dr. Payton," continued the young
man, "you know how hard 1 have
worked to clear Darrel's name during
the last month because I felt sure of
his innocence. I did not goto you
with what I had discovered because I
was waiting to find this man McCloud.
"On the night Sturgis was mur
dered, McCloud was in that private
room, there, with Murgatroyd. Mur
gatroyd had been very late in getting
back from the hills and he had found
A letter from Darrel that Made him
savage ana desperate. He looked out
of the street window and saw Darrel
returning to Hawkbill's afler having
gone with me to the hotel.
"Telling McCloud to remain where
he was, Murgatroyd rushed out of the
room, but did not take his revolver
with him. Don't forget that point,
! gentlemen. Strange as it may seem to
1 you, Murgatroyd was so excited he
did not take his revolver
"McCloud picked up the weapon and
( stepped to the open window. He
I leaned out, and down the street, in the
glare of light from the dance-hall op
-1 posite, he saw Darrel confronted by
j Sturgis. He raised the revolver, sight
ed carefully, and fired. Then he rushed
away, pushing the weapon into his
j pocket; rushed out through this very
">om. I'm telling you, and failed to see
Jim Glenn who v"ttS gtauding here, ft
foot, from tho door leading into (hat
other room. Isn't that so, Glenn?"
Lenyard appealed to the sallow-faced
clerk who was leaning against the wall
picking nervously at the sleeve of his
coat.
"That's so," said .Tim Glenn, "but it
will cost me my job. and maybe a
whole lot of trouble besides, when the
old man hears what I've told."
Merrick hitched his chair alongside
of Darrel's and the doctor turned a
piercing look on the clerk.
"Why did you keep this information
to yourself, Glenn?" he demanded.
"Don't you kriow that it caused us to
fix the crime on an innocent man? It
drove him to his death, that is just
what it did. Why didn't you come to
me, or to Mr. Merrick, and tell of this?"
"The old man gave me SIOO to keep
my mouth shut."
"Ah!" cried the doctor; "and why
did he do that?"
"Because he wanted Darrel hung."
"Accessory after the fact!" ex
claimed Payton triumphantly. "It
means the penitentiary, anyhow."
"That's what," assented the marshal.
"Blamed tough on Darrel, though. I
recken I'd better put these on you, Mc-
Cloud."
Merrick drew a pair of handcuffs
from his pocket and leaned toward
Darrel. At that juncture a faint rat
tling was heard from the vault.
"What's that?" came in startled
tones from Payton as every eye was
turned on the vault door.
"It's Murgatroyd," said Darrel. "It's
getting close in there and he must want
to get out."
"How long has he been in there?"
queried Glenn.
"Ever since the doctor and the mar
shal came."
"It's a wonder he ain't smothered to
death!" exclaimed the marshal.
"He plays in too much luck for that,"
returned Darrel'grimly. "In our strug
gle here in the room we knocked over
that cabinet of minerals and that piece
of galena fell on Murgatroyd's head.
The safe happened to be open and I
hauled him into it, closed the doors
and turned off the combination. 1
heard you gentlemen coming, you
know, and thought it might be some of
Murgatroyd's friends. I didn't want
the fellow to get away until the mar
shal had a chance at him. I may have
been wrong in some of my surmises,
but Mr. Lenyard has made it plain that,
Murgatroyd will have to share in the
punishment even as he has shared in
the taking off of poor Sturgis. Don't
put those on me just yet, Merrick.
I'm unarmed and you can sit close. I
can't escape. Open the vault, Jim
Glenn, you know the combination,
don't you?"
"Yes."
"Dr. Payton," pursued Darrel as
Glenn moved to the vault door and
began rattling the knob, "you and,
Lenyard stand ready to catch Murga
troyd as he comes out. Have a care,
for he is armed. He has probably
heard nothing of our conversation out
here. Brick and mortar and two thick
nesses of steel would prevent that."
The marshal put his arm through
Darrel's and Payton and Lenyard
ranged themselves close to the vault
door when Glenn swung it open. As
the knob of the inner doors were
turned, Murgatroyd came charging out,
revolver in hand.
ITo Be Continued.]
Tln» Kirxt limiting Doff.
It is. by the way. a curious thins
that the setter should not have been
used with the gun until long after tho
pointer's utility in this way was rec
ognized. The sportsman of Edward
lll.'s time who caught pheasants and
partridges in nets depended for assist
ance in finding his game on a dog of
some sort which was taught to "sit"
or "sei," but not until the middle of
the eighteenth century or therealjputs
was the setter much used with the gun.
The pointer, on the other hand, was
imported from Spain somewhere about
the beginning of the eighteenth cen
tury, at the time when progressive
gunners were beginning to realize that
they could shoot birds flying; and the
Spanish pointer, or double-nosed point
er, as he is called by old writers, be
came the gun dog at once. Col.
Thomas Thornton, of Thornton Royal,
who devoted his life to field sports,
was the man who remodeled the an
cestor of the modern pointer. He con
sidered the dog of his day too slow,
and by crossing the Spanish pointer
with the foxhound obtained greater
speed and stamina, but at some loss of j
nose and doeiiity.—E. D. Cumming, in
Gating.
I.OUII its I'll urn OLI 'M Kine.
A good story of an old crofter who
appeared before the commission to
apply for. a reduction of rent has just
been told at a meeting in Glasgow.
The number of cattle on the farm led
Sheriff Brand to observe that surely
the croft could not be in such a bad
as its owner would seek to show.
"Och," replied the old fellow, "you
should see the bit beasties." "What
like are they?" queried the sheriff.
"They're as lean, sir, as Pharaoh's
klne." "How lean was that?" pawkily
asked the sheriff, doubtless thinking
that he had cornered the applicant.
But had he? Not a bit. Like a flash
came back the answer: "So lean, sir,
that they could only be seen in a
vision."—Yorkshire Post.
r«#ul-1 Etiquette Illustrnte<l.
Ambassador Choate, at a dinner
given by an American resident of Lon
don. illustrated tbe intricacies of court
etiquette with a little story about
King Edward.
"On the day of the birth of the pres
ent king," he said, "a certpjn marquis
approached a lady-in-waiting anxious
ly-
"'ls it a boy or a girl?' he wh?s
pered.
"The lady-in-waiting, with a 13«
proachful look, whispered back:
" 'lt'* a prince.' N, Y. Tribunt
s »■
A STONE-HANDLING DEVICE.
It Will Save in Every Day's Use a
Week's Time and Labor and
Is Easily Built.
Having so many large stones and
heavy stumps to handle, I contrived a
device as shown in the illustration. The
frame is made of heavy pieces, and set
on wagon in the ordinary way. The
frame is floored over at the rear to hold
STONE DERRICK AND WAGON,
stones or stumps to be swung onto it
by the block and tackle. The upright
pieces holding the tackle should be
made of 2x6-inch hardwood pieces, all
being securely screwed and bolted to
gether. Such a frame can be built of
rough material in an hour or two, and
will save in every day's use fully a
j week's time and labor. —P. U. Simpson,
In Farm and Home.
MISTAKES TO BE AVOIDED.
Cultivation of Drilled Corn Is Not Ef
fective Unless the Work Is
Done Right.
It is generally conceded that morq
corn can be grown on an acre in drill 3
than in hills, but in weedy land the
great trouble is to keep drilled corn
dean and free from weeds. The great
mistake in cultivating drilled corn
usually is made at the first working,
when shovels of medium size are used
and small furrows left close to the
rows. We find it no harder to keep
drilled corn free from weeds than it i 3
to keep hill corn clean, by using the
smoothing harrow across the rows just
as soon as the corn is up. In four or
five days a second harrowing may be
given and then the cultivators be set
to work.
Avoid leaving any furrow close to
the rows, and also be sure not to throw
a ridge of earth up to the plants. Keep
the land just as level as possible the
first two or three workings and then
as the plants begin to shade the ground
they will do much to smother out
weeds. The later cultivation of any
corn is best given by a one-horse five
, shovel cultivator, instead of the two
horse riding implement, as with th?
former one can go very shallow and
keep at any desired distance from th*
growing corn. We believe there are too
many high-priced riding cultivators
and not enough small one-horse imple
ments used. The latter, diligently
tsed, insure clean crops.—Farmers'
Voice.
PLEASANT WORK FOR GIRLS.
Government Will Give Help Free to
Those Who Want to Try Silk-
Worm Culture.
The department of agriculture is in
vestigating the possibilities of silk
worm culture in the United States. To
persons wishing to experiment, and
who can furnish proper food for the
worms, the department is distributing
free of charge a small quantity of silk
worm eggs, and also a manual of in
structions. The proper food for silk
worms consists of leaves from the dif
ferent varieties of white mulberry trea
and the Osage orange. The paper mul
berry (with the fuzzy leaves) is not
suitable, nor is the common red mul
berry. As the season is now open ap
plications for the eggs should be made
at once, and must be accompanied by
a statement as to the number and kind
of mulberry trees or the amount of
Osage orange which the applicant pos
sesses, otherwise the eggs will not b9
sent. If the variety of the mulberry is
aot known to the applicant a sample of
large leaves should be sent to the de
partment. The department of agricul
ture buys the cocoons which the v/orm-5
spin, paying for them (after they have
been dried) 75 cents to one dollar a
pound, according to their quality. The
work will prove an interesting pasting
I for women and children who can do
vote to it odd minutes during the day.
Farmers as Business Men.
Successful farmers must be business
men. There is no more reason why
they should succeed with careless
methods than should the manufacturer.
It is Just as important that the farmer
know how much it costs him to raise a
hog and to care for a horse or produce
a bushel of corn or oats as it is for the
wagon maker to know what it costs to
manufacture a wagon. When this part
of the business is looked after more
carefully, there will be less foundation
for complaints of unprofitable seasons,
mortgaged farms and the unprofitable
ness of agriculture in general.—Ameri
man Agriculturist.
The Gopher as a Plowman.
Darwin concluded that the earth
worm in five years brings up soil
enough to cover the ground one inch
thick, and that, therefore, the result ol
its labor is of vast importance. I reck
on that the pocket-gopher does this in
fivo months. It does not do it in the
same way or so effectively, because
the earthworm actually digests the
substance of its castings; but it is evi
dent that the pocket-gopher's method
answers the purpose of fully disinte
grating and mixing the dead vegeta
tion with the soil to produce a rich
and fertile black loam. —Ernest
Thompson, in Century.
CALIFORNIA DOG PAINTER.
Painted the Animals So Well That
They Had to Have Chains
on Them.
"Yes, sir. For instance," said a painter,
relates the San l'Vancisco Post, "there's a
mammoth winter storm landscape I've
just finished for Mr. Mudd, the bonan
za king. It's called 'A Hailstorm in
the Adirondaeks,' and a visitor who
sat down near it the other day caught
a sore throat in less than 13 minutes.
The illusion is so perfect, you understand.
Why, I had to putin the linishing*touchcs
witli my ulster and arctic overshoes on."
"Don't say?"
"Fact, sir; and then there's a little
animal gem 1 did for Gov. Cierkins the
other day—portrait of his Scotch ter
rier Snap. The morning it was dons
a cat got into the studio, and the
minute it saw the picture it went through
the wirulow like a 10-inch shell."
"Did, eh?".
"Yes; and the oddest thing about it
was that when 1 next looked at the can
vas the dug's hair was standing up all
along his back, like a porcupine. Now
how do you account for that?"
"Dunno."
"It just beats me. When the governor
examined the work he insisted in my
painting in a post with the dog chained
to it. Said he didn't know what might
happen."
Elegant Train Service of the Nickel
Plate Road.
The thorough development and main
tenance of the up-to-date passenger serv
ice of the Nickel Plate Road leaves noth
ing to be desired by people who travel.
Ladies traveling alone or accompanied by
children will appreciate the clean and
well-lighted coaches, made so by the corps
of colored porters in uniform who attend
the wants of both first and second-class
passengers without extra charge. The din
ing car service of the Nickel Plate Road
has become very popular with the patrons
on the line and one of pride to the man
agement. This service is conducted un
der the system of individual club meals.
Carefully prepared menus are compiled
into booklets, containing suggestions for
breakfast, luncheon or supper that will
not cost you more than thirty-five cents
and on up to one dollar, which is the
limit, hence the disbursement may wait
for the appetite. Meals are also served
"a la Carte." As no excess fare is charged
on any train, it will be to your advantage
to purchase your tickets via the Nickel
Plate Route, where rates are lower than
via any other line.
MADE A SLIGHT MISTAKE.
Government Official Was Bound to
Get Right, But Again
Got Wrong.
"Whenever an unknown person of dis
tinguished appearance enters my office, £
am reminded of the experience of Frank'
Vanderlip," said a senator's secretary,
according to the Washington Star. "vVheu
Vanderlip was Secretary Gage's private
secretary, before he got wel accquaintcd,
he paid little attention to the people he
did not know. One day a member of the
cabinet called on Secretary Gage and waa
ignored for some time by Vanderlip,
linally going into the private room un
announced. The cabinet officer complained
to President McKinlcy, and the president
mentioned it to Secretary Gage, who
thereupon reprimanded Vanderlip.
"The next day, Vanderlip turning over
a new leaf, one of the lirst persons to
enter was a distinguished looking old fel
low with a partriarchal beard. Vanderlii*
received him with great consideration,
handed out a chair, which the old fellow
took with gravity anil some wonderment.
Seating himself opposite, Vanderlip asked,
with a most engaging smile, 'What can
1 do for you, sir?"
" 'Oh, nothing,' replied the visitor. 'I
just came to wind the clocks.' "
No Use Trying.
He—Suppose I should ask your father
if I could marry you? Do you think 1
would stand any chance?
She No; your case would be hopeless.
"Do you think he would really say
'no?"'
"Not that; but he would leave it to
me."—Stray Stories
A Skeptic.
"He's too honest to use money on an
election."
"Well," said' Senator Sorghum, "112 don't
know. Maybe he's too honest and then
again, maybe he's too economical."—Wash
ington Star.
Rice to Go Up.
Patience—Now, I see there is a rice
trust. ""
Patrice—Just as if there were not al
ready enough obstacles in the way of mar
riage!—Yonkers Statesman.
Give a man a seed catalogue and a
woman a fashion chart, and they will solve
the problem of what to do with their
surplus cash.—Chicago Tribune.
\Y e had a cow ourselves onco who swal
lowed an almanac and gave creamed dates.
—Kennebec (Me.) Journal.
TURN OVER TIME
When Nature Hints About Food.
When there's no relish to any food and
all that oue eats doesn't seem to do any
good then is the time to make a turn
over in the diet, for that's Nature's way
of dropping a hint that the food isn't the
kind required.
"For a number of years I followed
railroad work, much of it being office
Work of a trying nat".?e. Meal times
were our busiest CU'd eating too much
and too quickly of food sttch as Is c6m
monly served in hotels and restaurants,
these together with the sedentary habits
were not long in giving- me dyspepsia
and stomach trouble which reduced my
weight from 205 to 160 pounds.
"There was little relish in any food and
none of it seemed to do me any good. It
seemed the more I ate the poorer I got
and was always hungry before another
meal, no matter how much I had eaten.
"Then I commenced a fair trial ot
Grape-Nuts and was surprised how a
small saucer of it would carry me along,
strong and with satisfied appetite, until
the next meal, with no sensations of
hunger, weakness or distress as before.
"I have been following this diet now
for several months and my improvement
has been so great all the others in my
family have taken up the use of Grape-
Nuts with complete satisfaction and
much improvement in health and brain
power.
"American people undoubtedly eat
hurriedly, have lots of worry, thus hind
ering digestion and therefore need a food
that is predigested and concentrated in
nourishment." Name given by Postum
Co., Battle Creek, Mich.
Look in each pkg. for the famous little
book, "Thfe Road to Wellville."