THE FULTON COUNTY NEWS, McCONNELLSBURO, PA. timitis:tsiimit B lack Is. White laM4Mei;eieMM CHAPTER I. Th Mei8 From the Otcp. the two old men tat In the library tyring the unresponsive blue envelope that lay on the end of the long table nearest the fireplace, where a merry but unnoticed bed of coals crackled fiercely In the vain effort to cry down the (bricks of the bleak leceinber wind that fthlstled about the corners of the bouse. There mas something maddening In (he fact that the envelope would have to remain unowned until young Fred erick Brood came borne for tho night. They found themselves wondering If ty any chance he would full to come n at all. Their hour for retiring was tn o'clock, day In, day out. I'p to half-past nine they discussed the blue envelope with every Inmate tf the house, from Mrs. John Des cend, the housekeeper, down to the voiceless but eloquent decanter of port that stood between them, first on the arm of one chair, then the other. They were very old men; they could solllo luiie without In the least disturbing each other. An observer would say, luring these periods of abstraction, that their remarks were addressed to the decanter and that the poor decan ter had something to say In return. Hut, for all that, their eyes seldom left the broad, blue envelope that had lain there since half-past eight. They knew that It came directly or indirectly from the man to whom they wed tbelr present conditlou of com fort and security after half a century of vicissitudes; from the man whose fife they bad saved more than once In those old, evil days when comforts were to few that they passed without recognition in the maelstrom of events. From midocean James Brood was speaking to his son. Twenty years ago these two old cro ties had met James Brood in one of the Murkest holes of Calcutta, a dere lict being swept to perdition with the ftlftnee and sureness of a tide that anows no pause. They found him when the dregs were at his lips, and the stspor of defeat In his brain. Without meaning to be considered Samaritans, good or bad, they dragged kirn from the depths and found that they had revived a man. Those were the days when James Brood's life meant nothing to him, days when he was tortured by the thought that It would be all too long for him to en dure, yet be was not the kind to mur der himself as men do who laik the eourage to go on living. Weeks after the rescue In Calcutta these two soldiers of fortune and an other, John Desmond, learned from the Hps of the man himself that he was not such as they, but rich in this world's goods, richer than the Solo mon of their discreet Imagination. What Brood told them of his life rought the grim smile of appreciation to tlie lips of each. He had married a beautiful foreigner an Austrian, they gathered--of excellent family, arid had taken her to his home In New York city, to the house in lower Fifth ave nue where his father and grandfather liad lived before him the house In which two of the wayfarers after twenty years, now sat In rueful con templation of a blue envelope. A baby boy came to the Broods In the second year of their wedded life, tut before that there had come a man a music master, dreamy-eyed, kandsnme, Latin; a man who played pon the harp as only the angels may play. In his delirious ravines Ilrocd turned this man and the wife he bad stolen away from him; he reviled the laby boy, even denying him; he laughed with blood curdling glee over the manner In which lie hnd cast out the woman who had broken his heart ml crushed his pride; he walled in snguiFh over the mistake he had made In allowing the man to live that he might gloat and sneer In triumph. This much the three men who lifted him from hell were able to glean from lips that knew not what they said, and they were filled with pity. Later on, In a rational weakness, ho told them more, and without curses. A deep, fJUnt, steadfast bitterness succeeded fhe violent ravings. He became a way farer with them, quiet, dogged, fatal; where they went he also went; what they did, also did he. Soon he led. and Ihey followed. Into the dark places of the world they plunged, for peril meant little to him, death even less. They no longer knew days of priva tion he shared his wealth with them; but they knew no rest, no peace, no afety. Life had been a whirlwind be fore they came upon James Brood; it in i hurricane afterward. Twice John Defmond, younger than I'anbuij Dawes and Joseph Klggs, saved the life of James Brood by sets of unparalleled heroism; once in a South African jungle when a lion ess fought for her young, and again In upper India, when single-handed, be held off a horde of Hindus for days while his comrade lay wound ed In a cavern. Dawes and Rlggs, n the Himalayas, crept down tht wall of a precipice, with five thou sand feet between them and the bottom of the gorge, to drag him from WHY A DOG WAGS ITS TAIL Kalian Scientist Declare Animal Pf forms Action for Conversa tional Purposes. Why dies a dog wag Its tall? No, this Isn't Foolish Question 41144 Far from It. It Is a sober, solemn prob lem which has been given long, care ful, scientific investigation, and which Is now submitted to us with answer attached so that we needn't worry our selves Into the slightest degree of by GEORGE BAKH McCUTCHEON ILLUSTRATIONS by HAY WALTERS lUurrrlh Mi. if Uidtl, Meed OuetpaafJ a narrow ledge upon which be lay un conscious after a misstep In the night. More than once aye, more than a doten times one or the other of these loyal friends stood between him and death, and times without numbers he, too, turned the grim reaper aside for them. John Desmond, gay, handsome and still young as men of bis kind go, met the fate that brooks no Intervention. He was the first to drop out of the ranks. In Cairo, during a curious pe riod of Inactivity some ton months after the advent of James Brood, he met the woman who conquered bis ven turesome spirit a slim, calm, pretty English governess In the employ of a British admiral's family. They were married Inside of six months. He took her home to the little Maryland town that bad not seen him in years. Ten years passed before James Brood put his foot on the soil of his native land. Then be came back to the home of his fathers, to the home that had been desecrated, and with him came the two old men who now sat In his huge library before the crackling Are. He could go on with life, but they were no longer lit for Its cruel hardships. His home became theirs. They were to die there when the time came. Brood's son was fifteen years of age before he knew, even by sight, the man whom he called father. Up to the time of the death of his mother. In the home of ber fathers, be had been kept In seclusion. There had, been deliberate purpose In the methods of James Brood in so far as this unhappy child was con cerned. When he cast out the mother he set his hand heavily upon ber fu ture. Fearing even feeling the In fernal certainty that this child was not his own, he planned with machiavellian Instinct to hurt her to the limit of his powers and to the end of her days. He knew she would hunger for this baby boy of hers, that her heart could be broken through him, that her pun ishment could be made full and com plete. He sequestered tho child in a place where he could not be found, and went his own way, grimly certain that he was making her pay! She died when Frederic was eight years old, without having seen him again after that dreadful hour when, protest- A j ; Th Patient Butler, Jones, Mad Mads Four Visits. ta the Library. ing her Innocence, phe had been turned out Into ttie nlht and told to go whither she would but never to re turn to the house Bhe had disgraced. James Brood beard of her death when in the heart of China, and he was a hageard wreck for months thereafter. He had worshiped this beautiful Viennese. He could not wreak vengeance upon a dead woman; he could not hate a dead woman. He had always loved her. A few years after his return to New York he brought her son back to the house In lower Fifth avenue and tried, with bitterness In his soul, to endure the word "father" as It fell from lips to which the term was almost strange. The old men, they who sat by the fire on this wind swept night and waited for the youth of twenty-two to whom the blue missive was addressed, knew the story of James Brood and his wife Matilda and they knew that the former had no love In his heart for the youth who bore his name. Their lips were sealed. Garrulous on all other subjects, tbey were as silent as the grave on this. They, too, were constrained to hate the lad. He made not the slightest pretense of appreciat ing tbelr position In tbe household; to him tbey were pensioners, no more, no less; to him their deeds of valor were offset by the deeds of his father; there was nothing left over for a bal ance on that score. He was politely considerate; ha was even kindly dis posed toward tbelr vagaries and thoughtfulness over It. Prof. Gius eppe Renato of Rome, Italy, hat de voted a lot of attention to this ques tion. So you see there must be some weight somewhere about It Profes sor Renato very kindly and solemnly tell us that the dog wags Us tall for conversational purposes and If this Is true, we all know dogs thnt are great conversationalists, don't we? Professor Renato says great Injustice has been done In the past by scien tists In not glvin? animals' tails a pro found study soouer. Tbe tall, be sol-1 - I m 1 tot if i m mm tllP mWm whims; be endured them because there was nothing else left for blm to do. Hut, for all that, ha desplred them Justifiably ao, no doubt. If one bears In mind the fact that they signi fied more to James Brood than did bis long-neglected aon. The cold reserve that extended to the young man did not carry beyond him In relation to any other member of the household ao far as James Brood was concerned. The unhappy boy, early In their acquaintance, came to realize that there was little In com mon between hlin and tho man be called father. After a while the eager light died out of his own eyes and he no longer strove to encourage tbe In timate relations be had counted upon as a part of the recompense for so many years of separation and loneli ness. It required but little effort on his pnrt to meet bis father's Indiffer ence with a coldness quit a pro nounced; he had never known the meaning of filial love; he had been taught by word of mouth to love tbe man he bad never seen, and be had leamed as one learns astronomy by calculation. He hated the two old men because his father loved them. The patient butler, Jones, had made no less than four visits to the library since ten o'clock to awaken them and pack them off to bed. Each time he bad been ordered away, once with the Joint admonition to "mind bis own business." "But It Is nearly midnight," pro tested Jones Irritably, with a glance at the almost empty decanter. "Jones," tald Danbury Dawes, with great dignity and an eye that de ceived him to such a degree that be could not for the Ufa of blm under stand why Jones was attending them In pairs, "Jones, you ought to be In hlc bed, d n you both of you. Wha' you mean, sir, by coming In hlc here thish time o' nlgbt dls disturb ing " "You Infernal Ingrate," broke In Mr. Itlggs fiercely, "don't you dare to touch that bottle, sir. Let It alone!" "It's time you were In bed," pro nounced Jones, taking Mr. Dawes by the arm. Mr. Dawes sagged heavily In his chair and grinned trlumphuutly. He was a short, very fat old man. "Take him to bed, Jones," said Mr. Klggs firmly. "He'a druik and and utterly useless at a time like this. Take him along." "Who the dev htc 11 are you, sir?" demanded Mr. Dawes, regarding Mr. Biggs as If he bad never seeu blm before. "You are both drunk," said Jones, succinctly. The heavy front door closed with a bang at that Instant and the sound of footsteps came from the ball a quick, firm tread that had decision in It. Jones cast a furtive, nervous glanc over his shoulder. "I'm sorry to have Mr. Frederic aee you like this," he said, biting his lip. "He bates It so." The two old men mad a commend able effort to stand erect, but no ef fort to stand alone. They linked arms and stood shoulder to shoulder. "Show hlin In," said Mr. Illggs, mag nificently, "Now we'll find out was In teie- gram off briny deep," said Mr. Dawes, spraddling his legs a little farther apart In order to declare a stanch front. "It's worth waiting up for," said Mr". Rlggs. "Abslutely," said his staunch friend. Frederic Brood appeared In the door, stopping short Just Inside tba heavy curtains. There was a momen tary picture, such as a stage director would bave arranged. He was still wearing his silk hat and top-coat, and one clove bad been halted in the process of removul. Young Brood stared at the group of three, a frank stare cf amazement. A crooked smile came to bis Hps. "Somewhat later than usual, 1 see," he said, and the glove came off with a Jerk. "What's the matter, JonesT Ite bclllon?" "No, sir. It's tbe wireless, sir." "Wireless?" "Briny deep," aald Mr. Dawes, vaguely pointing. "Oh." said young Brood, crossing slowly to the table. He picked up the envelope and looked at the inscrip tion. "Oh," said he again, In qulto a different tone on seeing that It was addressed to him. "From father, I dare say," he went on, a fine line ap pearing between his eyebrows. The old men leaned forward, fixing their blear eyes upon the missive. "Le's bear Ui worst, Freddy," said Mr. Biggs. Tbe young man ran bis finger under the flap and deliberately drew out tbe message. There ensued another pic ture. As ho read hla eyes widened and then contracted; his firm young jaw became set and rigid. Suddenly a short, bitter execration fell from his lips and the paper crumpled In bis band. Without another word, be strode to the fireplace and tossed It upon the coals. It flared for a sec ond nnd was wafted up the chimney, a charred, feathery thing. Without deigning to notice tbe two emnly pointed out, from the stand point of antiquity, it much older than other organs of the various animals, and therefor entitled to be Investi gated first. Biology demonstrates, be says, that In the gradual development of anlmul life the tall was perform ing various Important functions and working like a Trojan possibly cen turies before the animal ever began to dream that It might also be nice to have paws, or Jaws or legs. He hopes his present exhaustive and profound treatment of the subject will sort of old men who bad sat up balf tbe night to learn tbe contents of that wonderful thing from tbe aea, be whirled on his beel and left the room. Ouo might bave noticed tbat bis lips were drawn In mirthless, sardonic suille, and that hla eyes were angry. "Oh, Lordyl" sighed Danbury Dawes, blinking, and was on the point of sitting down abruptly. Tbe arm of Jones prevented. "1 never was so Insulted in my" began Joseph Rlgga, feebly. "Steady, gentlemen," said Jones, "Lean on me, please." CHAPTER II. Various Ways of Receiving a Blow. James Brood's home was a remark able one. Tbat portion of tbe house which rightly may be described as "public" In order to distinguish It from other parts where privacy was enforced, was not unlike any of the richly furnished, old fashioned places In the lower put of the city, where there are still traces left of the Knick erbockers and their times. This was not the borne of men who had been merely rich; It was not wealth alone that stood behind these stately invest ments. At the top of tbe bouse were tbe rooms which no one entered except by the gracious will of the master. Here James Brood had stored tbe quaint, priceless treasures of bis own peculiar fancy exquisite, curious things from the mystlo East, things tbat are not to be bought and sold but come only to the hand of him who searches In lands where peril Is tbe price. Worlds separated the upper and lower regions of that fine old house; a single step took one from the sedate Occident Into the very heart of the Orient; a narrow threshold was the line between the rugged West and the soft, languorous, seductive East. In this part of the house, James Brood, when at home for one of his brief stays, spent many of his hours In se clusion, shut off from the reBt of the establishment as completely as If he were the Inhabitant of another 'world. Attended by his Hindu servant, a silent man named Rairjab, and on oc casions by bis secretary, be saw but little of tbe remaining members of his rather extensive household. For several years he had been engaged In the task of writing his memoirs so called In so far as they related to his experiences and researches of the past twenty years. His secretary and amanuensis was Lydia Desmond, the nineteen-year-old daughter of his one-time companion and friend, the late John Desmond, whose death occurred when the girl was barely ten years of age. Brood, on hearing of the man's death, immediately made Inquiries con cerning the condition in which he had left his wife and child, with the result that Mrs. Desmond was Installed as housekeeper In the New York house and tbe daughter given every advan tage In the way of education. Des mond had left nothing in tbe shape of riches except undiminished love for his wife and a diary kept during those perilous dtys before he met and mar ried her. This diary wa being Incor porated In the history of James Brood's adventures, by consent of the widow, and was to speak for Brood in words he could not with modesty utter for himself. In these pages John Desmond was to tell his own story, In bis own way, for Brood's love for his friend was broad enough even to ad mit of that. He was to share his life in retrospect with Desmond and the two old men as be had shared It with them in reality. Lydla's room, adjoining her moth er's, was on the third floor at the. foot of the small stairway leading up to the proscribed retreat at the top of the house. There was a small sitting room off the two bed chambers, given over entirely to Mrs. Desmond and her daughter. In this little room, Frederic Brood spent many a quiet, happy hour. The Desmonds, mother and daughter, understood and pitted the lonely boy who came to the big house soon after they were themselves Installed. His heart, which had many sores, expand ed and glowed In the warmth of their kindness and affection; the plague of unfriendliness that was his by absorp tion gave way before this unexpected kindness, not immediately, it Is true, but completely In the end. By nature he was slow to respond to the advances of others; his life had been such that avarice accounted for all that he received from others In the shape of respect and consideration. He was prone to discount a friendly attitude for the simple reason that In his experience all friendships were marred by the fact tbat their sincerity rested entirely upon the generosity of the man who paid for them his fa ther. No one had loved him for him self; no one had given him an unself ish thought In all the years of his boyhood. At first he held himself aloof from the Desmonds; he was slow to sur render. Ho suspected them of the same motives that had been the basis of all previous attachments. When at last he realized that they were not like the others, his cup of Joy, long an empty vessel, was filled to the brim and his happiness waa without bounds. They were amazed by tbe transforma tion. The rather sullen, unapproach able lnd became at once so friendly, so dependent, that had they not been acquainted with the causes behind the old state of reticence, bis very Joy might have made a nuisance of him. He followed Mrs. Desmond about In very much the same spirit' that In spires a hungry dog; he watched her with eager, half famished eyes; he waa on ber heels four-fifths of the square mattera with the animals, or rather with their tails, on behalf of past neglectful scientists generally. And yet. In spite of the arguments of Professor Renato, some of us will con tinue to exhibit far more interest In the dental development and profi ciency of the dog than In the conver sational ability shown In tall-wagging, won't v.e? Detroit Free Press. , The Practice of Kicking. Kicking, like charity, should begin at borne. It outht to be the duty of every- tlm. As for Lydia, pretty little Lydia, he adored her. Hla heart be gan for the first time to sing with the Joy ot youth, and the sensation was a novel one. It had seemed to him that he could never be anything but an old man. It was his custom, on coming home for the night, no matter what the hour may have been, to pause before Lyd la's door on the way to his own room st the other end of tbe long hall. Usually, however, he was at home long before her bedtime, and they spent the evenings together. Tbat she was his father's secretary was of no moment. To him she was Lydia his Lydia. For the past three months or more he had been privileged to bold her close In his arms and to kiss her good night at parting! Tbey were lovers now. The slow fuse of passion had reached Its end and the flame was alive and shining with a radiance tbat enveloped both of them. On this night, however, bs passed her door without knocking. Ills dark, handsome face (was flushed, and his teeth were set In sullen anger. With hi hand on the knob of his own door, he suddenly remembered that he had failed Lydia for the first time, and stopped. A pang of shame shot through him. For a moment he hesi tated and then started guiltily toward the forgotten door. Even as. he raised his bane to sound the loving signal, the door was opened and Lydia, fully dressod, confronted him. For a mo ment they regarded each other In Bllence, she Intently, he with astonish ment not quite free from confusion. "I'm I'm sorry, dearest" he be gan, his first desire belug to account for his oversight. "Tell mo what has happened? It can't be that your father Is ill or In danger. You are angry, Frederic; so It can't be that What Is it?" He looked away sullenly. "Oh, it's really nothing, I suppose. Just an un expected Jolt, that's all. I waa angry for a moment " "You are still angry," she said, lay ing her hand on his arm. , She was a aeeweeeeei mm mm llfil- IffB "Tcll M What Has Happened." tall, slender girl. Her eyes were almost on a level with his own. "Don't you want to tell me, dear?" "He never gives me a thought," he said, compressing his Hps. "He thinks of no one but himself. God, what a father!" "Freddy, dear! You must not speak " "Haven't I some claim to his con sideration? Is It fair that I should be Ignored In everything. In every way? I won't put up with It, Lydia! I'm not a child. I'm a man and 1 am his son. Gad, I might as well be a dog In the street for all the thought he gives to me." She put her finger to her lips, a scared look stealing Into her dark eyes. Jones was conducting the two old men to their room on the floor below, A door closed softly. Tbe voices died away. "He Is a strange man," she said. "He Is a good man. Frederic." "To everyone else, yes. But to me? Why, Lydia, I I believe he hates me. You know what " "Hush! A man does not hate his son. I've tried for years to drive that silly notion out of your mind. You " "Oh, I know I'm a fool to speak ot It, but I I can't help feeling as I do. You've seen eftough to know that I'm not to blame for ft either. What do you think he has done? Can you guess what be has done to all of us?" She did not answer. "Well, I'll tell you just what he said In that wireless. It was from the Lusltanla, twelvo hun dred miles off Sandy Hook relayed, I suppose, so that the whole world might know sent at four this after noon. I remember every word of the cursed thing, although I merely glanced at It. 'Send the car to meet Mrs. Brood and me at the Cunard pier Thursday. Have Mrs. Desmond put the house In order for Its new mis tress. By the way, you might Inform her that I was married last Wednes day In Paris.' It was signed 'James Brood,' not even 'father.' What lo you think of that for a thunderbolt',1" "Married?" she gasped. "Your fa ther married?" " 'Put the house In order for Its new mistress,' " he almost snarled. "Tbat message was a deliberate Insult to me, Lydia a nasty, rotten slap In the face. I mean the way it was worded. Just as if It wasn't enough tbat be has body at home to object, persistently and effectively, to tbe specific over crowded street car, th badly paved road, the encroaching doorstep, tbe neglected yard, the malodorous cess pool, the Irresponsible motor car and the reckless railroad especially If be have any personal part in the main tenance of similar abuses. If the ten dency of these evils were rightly ap prehended, If a part only of tba ef fort that is expended, presumably, in objecting to generalized, foreign and futile aublect were bestowed on spa- gone and married some cheap show girl or a miserable foreigner or heaven knows " "Freddy! You are beside yourself. Your father would not marry a cheap show girl. You know that. And you must not forget that your mother was a foreigner." His eyes fell. "I'm sorry I said that," he exclaimed, hoarsely. Lydia, leaning rather heavily against the door, spoke to blm In a low, cautious voice. "Did you tell Mr. Dawes and Mr. Rlggs?" He stopped short, "No! And they waited up to see If they could be of any assistance to him in an hour of peril! What a Joke! Poor old beg gars! I've never felt sorry for them before, but, on my soul, I do now. What will she do to the poor old chaps? I shudder to think of It. And she'll make short work of everything else she doesn't like around here, too. Your mother, Lydia why, God help us, you know what will Just have to happen In her case. It's" "Don't speak so loudly, dear please, please! She Is asleep. Of course, we we shan't stay on, Freddy., We'll bave to go as soon as " His eyes filled with tears. He seized her In his arms and held her close. "It's a beastly, beastly shame, darling. Oh, Lord, what a fool a man can make of himself!" "You must not say such things," she murmured, stroking his cheek with cold, trembling tinrirn. "But why couldn't he have done the fine, sensible thing, Lydia? Why couldn't he have bave fallen In love with with your mother? Why not have married her If he bad to marry someone in " "Freddy!" she cried, putting her hand over his mouth. She kissed him swiftly. Her cheek lay for a second against his own and then, with a stifled good-night, she broke away from him. An instant later she was gone; her door was closed. The next morning he came down earlier than was his custom. His night had been a troubled one. For getting bis own woes or belittling them he had thought only of what this news from the sea would mean to the ('ear woman he loved so well. No one vaa in the library, but a huge Ore was blazing. A blizzard was rag ing out-ol doors. Once upon a tlm, when he ilrst came to the house, a piano had Mood In the drawing-room. Ills joy at tnat time knew no bounds; he loved inuidc. For his years he was no mean mi.slclan. But one evening his father, coining in unexpectedly, heard the player at tbe Instrument For a moment he stood transfixed In (he doorway watching the eager, al most Inspired face of the lad, and then, pale as a ghost, stole away with- Pout disturbing him. Strange to say. Frederic was playing a dreamy waits of Zlehrer's, a waltz that his mother had played when the honeymoon was In the full. The following day the piano was taken away by a storage company. The boy never knew why It was removed. . He picked up the morning paper. His eyes traversed the front page rap idly. There were reports of fearful weather at sea. The Lusltanla was reported seven hundred miles out and in the heart of the hurricane. She would be a day late. He looked up from the paper. Mrs. Desmond was coming toward him, a queer little smile on her lips. She was a tall, fair woman, an English type, and still extremely handsome. Hers was an honest beauty that had no fear of age. "She is a stanch ship, Frederic," she said, w ithout any other form of greet ing. "She will be late but there's really nothing to worry about." "I'm not worrying," be said con fusedly. "Lydia has told you the the news?" "Yes." "Rather staggering, isn't it?" he said with a wry smile. In spite of himself he watched her face with curious In tentness. "Rather," she said briefly. "I suppose you don't approve of the way I" "I ' know just how you feel, poor boy. Don't try to explain. I know." "You always understand," he said, lowering his eyes. "Not always," she said qulctry. "Well, It's going to piny hob with everything." he said, Jamming his hands deep Into his pockets. His shoulders seemed to hunch forward and to contract. "I am especially sorry for Mr. Dawes and Mr. Biggs," she said. Her voice was steady and full of earnestness. "Do they know?" "They were up and about at day break, poor souls. Do you know, Freddy, they were starting off In this blizzard when I met them In the hall!" "The deuce! I I hope it'wasn't on account ot anything I may bave said to them Inst night," he cried. In genu ine contrition. She smiled. "No. They had their own theory about tho message. The storm strengthened It. They were positive that your father was In great peril. They were determined to char ter a vessel of some sort and start off In all this blizzard to Bcarch the sea for Mr. Brood. Oh, aren't they won derful?" He had no feeling of resentment toward the old men for their opinion of him.. Instead, his eyes glowed with an honest admiration. "By George, Mrs. Desmond, they are great! They ore men, bless their hearts. Seventy-five years old and still ready to face anything for1 a com rade! It does prove something, doesn't It?" (TO UK CONTINUED.) ciflc and tangible details. If we would forego the emotional pleasure of the Impersonal "muckrake" to assail the evil at our very feet especially If each one of us were careful to avoid offense In matters of the same kind our country would surely be a mucb fairer one. Unpopular Review. An Ideal Man. An Ideal husband Is one who re mains unconscious of the fact tbat his wife Is growing stout. Topeka Capital. Feel All Used Up? Does your back ache constantly? Do yoo have sharp twinges when stooping or lifting? Do you foel all used up as if you could just go no further? Kidney weakness brings great discom fort What with backache, beadacbt, dizziness and urinary disturbances it it no wonder one feels all used np. Doan's Kidney Pills have cured thou sands of Just such cases. It's tbe betl recommended special kidney remedy. A Virginia Case 4V Mr, A. I iu. mack, Tenttj St. West Point. Vs., ays: "I was la such bad shape with kidney trou ble that I could hardly got around. 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Thomas Santerano, five years o( age, and his cousin, Angelina, aged seven, were playing In the yard ot their home with a cloth dog, slldinr him down a cellar door and now awl then tying him to clotheallnea thai dangled from a Are escape. A real dog, unkempt, lean, and no lineage Whatever, entered the yard and the children forgot the cloth Hot to play with the stranger. Thomas, standing on the cellar door. flipped the clothesline, and the dog seized it. He tugged one way and Thomas the other the boy slipping around on the cellar door and laugh Ing. In some way the rope got about his neck. He tugged to free himsvll and the dog resisted. Tho little girl didn't understand why her cousin didn't shout and las any more. She ran screaming Into the tenement. When the neighbor! came they found the boy doad. They drove the dog away and carried tht boy to his mother. New York Suu. The Extreme. "This fee buslneps is a nulwuwf You have to give one everywhere to get the least service." "I know it. Even If you want to speak politely to a lady, you havi to tip your hat" Some men remain bachelors be cause they are unable to choose be tween beauty and Intellect. SOME HARD KNOCKS Woman Gets Rid of "Coffee Habit' The injurious action of coffee on tbt hearts of many persons Is well known by physicians to be caused by caffcinr Tbls Is the drug found by chemists t co fee and tea. A woman suffered a long time will severe heart Trouble and finally b doctor told her she must give np cot fee, as that was the principal cause ot the trouble. She writes: "My heart was so weak It could so1 do Its work properly. . My huabarJ would sometimes have to carry v from the tabic, and It would seem that I would never breathe again. "The doctor told mo that coffee ww causing the weakness of my heart. Hf said I must stop It, hut It seemed 1 could not give It up until I was dow In bed with nervous pro-.trnt!on. "For eleven weeks I lay there sni suffered. Finally husband brought home some Postum and I quit cofW and started new and right Slowly ' got well. Now I do not have any head aches, nor those spoils with wea heart We know It Is Tostum th1 helped me. The Dr. said the other day. 1 never thought you would what you -are.' I nsed to weigh tl pounds and now I weigh 158. "Postum has done much for me I would not go back to coffee aga'a. for I believe it would kill me If I kef1 at It Postum must be prepared af cording to directions on pkg., then W has a rich flavor and with cream fine." Name given by Postum Co., Patu Creek, Mich. Read "The Road to .W vllle," In pkgs. Postum comes In two forms: Regular Postum must be boiled. 15c and 25c packages. Instant Postum la a soluble VT der. A teaspoonful dissolves qulctf 3mm. Lsa II for lumbago, goat and II U RHEUMATISM UKTHlTTHf JOINT VBOMTUK INHIUa War Ml hy all In a cup of hot water and, with ores' and sugar, makes a delicious beversP Instantly. JOc and 60c tins. Doth kinds are equally delicious cost per cup about the same. "There's a Reason" for Postum. aoM - Irocs1
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