I Bye eg Bn SARK FEN DR.LA FRANCO'S( i | Superior to other remedies sold at high prices. 00,800 Women. Prices 25 Conte, drug. 5 « 0 omen. Price, ents 3 Bou308 mail. Testimonials & booklet free. 3 Dr. LaFrance, Philadelphia, Pa, Franklin Breadmaker REE A family that uses Wheatlet, Flour or Parti or mailed Lockport, N. ¥. B.& 0. R.R.SCHEDULE. Winter Arrangement.—In Ef- fect Sunday, Nov. 19, 1905. Under the new schedule there will be 14 daily passenger trains on the Pittsburg Di- vision, due at Meyersdale as follows: Kast Bound. *NoO. 48— Accommodation ........... 11:08 A. M No. 6—Fast Line................... 11:30 A. M *No. 14—Through train............. 4:54 P. M +No. 16—Accommodation........... 5:81 P.M *No.12—Duquesne Limited........... 9:85 p.m *No.208—Johnstown Accommo.......7:45 P. M West Bound. *No. 11—-Duquense................... 5:68 A. M +No. 18—Accommodation .......... 8:18 A. M ®No. 15—Through train............. 11:20 A. mM SNo. 5—FastLine................... 4:28 P. M *No. 49—Accommodation ........... 4:50pP. M *No.207—Johnstown Accommo...... 6:20 A. M Ask telephone central for time of trains. B@r=*Daily. B@r-+Daily except Sunday. W.D.STILWELL, Agent. DR. 6. BOUVIER'S BUGHU GIN combines these purposes. It is just as beneficial to the kidneys and bladder, 2s it is exhilarating and delightful in its immediate effects. Better for you than any medicine, BA. 6. BOUYIER'S SPECIALTY CO., ING. LOUISVILLE, KY. On All Bars— Take No Other FACTS ABOUT YOUR KIDNEYS. The Kidneys are the most important organs of the body. Nine-tenths of the sickness Is caused by impure blood. Impure blood is caused by diseased Kidneys. Dr. Cole, Ohio. Kidney Pellets. Give this your earliest at- tention. Am entirely out and cannot do my ents justice without them. They are the lor any a troubles hat 1 Wer 220 uggis . Kramer, Michigan City, Ind., states: “I am getting reports from them. 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Bottles only. $1.00 Size holding 2% times the trial size, which sells for 50 cents. Prepared by E. O. DeWITT & 00., CHICAGO. SOLD BY E. H. MILLER. as Early Risers The famous little plils. REAL ESTATE TRANSFERS. Daniel J. Brubaker’s heirs to G. P. Brubaker, in Berlin, $1000. Daniel J. Brubaker’s heirs to same, in Brothersvalley, $300. Daniel J. Brubaker’ heirs to same, in Brothersvalley, $2550. S.J. Bowser to J. J. Foust, in Somer- set twp., $200. D. B. Koontz to Jacob Koontz, in Stoyestown, $1600, Jane Spangler to same in Stoyestown, $500. John H. Snyder to same, in Quema- honing, $500. A. L. G. Hay. Att’s to A. B. Uphouse, in Casselman, $200. C. W. Truxal to Rose C. Bishop, in Meyersdale, $2400. Catherine Miller to Besse M. Caton, in Brothersvalley, $100. F. A. Aultz to Laura E. Hunter, in Somerset twp., $650. Zach Walter to W. A, Merrill, in Gar- rett, $2000. Ed. J. Rock to S. K. Hunter, in Som- erset twp., $1800. M. H. Fike to Elias Fike,in Meyers- dale, $3800. Samuel Reamn to D. B. Zimmerman, in Shade, $4700. Daniel E. Long to Andrew Woolley, in Stonycreek, $3000. H. H. Baker to J. H. Gardner, in Paint twp., $1933. A DISASTROUS CALAMITY. It is a disastrous calamity, when you lose your health, because indigestion and constipation have sapped it away. Prompt relief can be had in Dr. King’s New Life Pills. They build up your digestive organs, and cure headache, dizziness, colie, constipation, ete. Guaranteed at E. H. Miller's drug store ; 25¢. 12-1 Marriage Licenses. Elias Fike....... .............. Summit Phoebe Lint............... Meyersdale Alexander Ohler............. Humbert Nora Christner............ Meyersdale Alfred J.Beal.................. Garrett Viola K. Borden..... ea Garrett James Mangel................... Lirrie Anna Bischor.............. i. Listie G.R. Hartle. ..... ea ae Meyersdale AgnesHipp...... ......... Meyersdale Stany Kannuski............. Black twp Julia Bweski................ Black twp Guy IE Smith... ................. Berlin Bertha I. Blough............. Boynton John Kravezjk............. .. Paint bor Katharina Balut............. Paint bor Harman Gabor.............. Paint bor Eranciz Toth .... .......... Paint bor Stefrn.d, Koptiar.... .u.... 0: Windber Zophia Kuapesof.............. Windber NATURE NEEDS BUT LITTLE. Nature needs only a Little Early Riser now and then to keep the bowels clean, the liver active, and the system free from bile, headaches, constipation, etc. The famous little pills “Early Risers” nre pleasant in effect and per- feet in action. They never gripe or | <icken, but tone and strengthen the Sold by E. H. Mil 12.1 liver and kidneys. Ter. a... Smashed His Theories. Mr. Dunkridge, who ordinarily left the management of the household af- fairs to hie wife, his own time devoted chiefly to the work of saving ablunder- ing ‘nd ungrateful country from going to destruction, heels over head, had been compelled by some sudden and unexpected emergency to goto a gro- cerv store for a gallon of coal oil. Having ordered it sent to his house, he took a $2 bill from his pocketbonk and laid it on the counter. “I haven’t bought any coal oil since 1 wag a boy,” he said, “It was 25 cents a onllon thew, T remember. 1 suppose the infamous monopoly that’s running the oil business now has raised the price to 75, anyhow.” “I don’t know anything about that” said the boy behind the counter, “We're selling it for 10 cents.” “What?” “I said 10 cents.” Mr. Dunkridge took the $2 bill back, fished in his pockets, and found a dime, which he handed over. “Another purchase like that,” he said to himself, as he turned to go, “will up- set my whole durned system of politi- cal economy !”—Chicago Tribune. The Life Was In Him. Daniel O'Connell once unraveled a queer plot in a will case. Witness after witness swore that they saw the docu- ment duly executed, At last a con- stantly reiterated expression caught the lawyer’s attention, “The life was in him,” over and over repeated. “By the virtue of your oath, was he alive?” he asked one witness. “By the virtue of my oath, the life was in him,” he was answered. Then O'Connell turned to the man and very slowly and very solemnly said, “Now I call upon you, in the presence of your Maker, who will some day pass sentence upon you for this evidence, I solemnly ask you—and you answer at your peril—was not there a live fly in the dead man’s mouth when his hand was placed upon the will?” Cornered and pale with fear, the witness confessed that this had ac- tually happened. & WEDDING Invitations at THE Star office. A nice new stock just re- ceived. Sa if. Kennedy's Laxative Honey and Tar Cures all Coughs, and expels Coids from the system by gently moving the bowels. RI BRN NS I HO SSR 50 PAT A CORNET PLAYER. “Oh, Don Basilio, do play us a tune upon the cornet, so that we can have a dance.” “Yes, yes, Don Basilio! Do play the cornet.” The old man shook his head. “I really cannot,” he said gravely. Then, noticing the disappointed faces about him, he added: “I will tell you why I cannot play any longer, if you like.” There was an appreciative murmur of assent, and the old man, pausing only to light a fresh cigarette, began his story: “It is some years now since the civil war broke out in Spain. I had a friend, formerly a lieutenant in the same battalion as myself. We had fought many a fierce battle side by side, but at the time I speak of Ram- on, the innocent victim of an act of bitter injustice, had determined to separate from the party with which I fought and join the enemy. He was a high-spirited lad and vowed he would kill the colonel, who had in- sulted him. “It was about midnight when Ram- on entered the tent and aroused me. “ ‘Basilio,’ he whispered. ‘Listen, he continued, as I half rose from the bed where I was lying, ‘should we meet on the field tomorrow, for I am certain there will be a fight—' “ ‘Yes, yes,” I cried, ‘I understand. We will salute one ancther and pass on.’ “‘If we both survive, let us meet at the St. Nicholas Asylum at 1 o'clock tomorrow night. If either does not come the other will know he has fallen.’ “ ‘Agreed,’ I answered. ‘Farewell.’ “Ramon vanished in the darkness of the night. “As we expected, the insurgents attacked us on the following day. The fighting was fierce. I saw Ramon once; he was wearing the Carlist eap and was already a combatant. “Toward the end of the fight I was taken prisoner. At 1 o'clock, the hour of my appointment with Ramon, I was confined in a cell of the prison of a small town occupied by the Carlists. “I asked after my friends, and, to my horror, was told that he had un- doubtedly been killed, as he had not been seen since the battle. I leave you to guess how I suffered that night. Only one gleam of hope remained-— that Ramon was waiting for me in the asylum of St. Nicholas and this was the reason that he had not returned to the insurgent camp. “In the early morning an army chaplain entered my cell. “ ‘Ah, death!’ I exclaimed. “ ‘Yes,’ he answered, gently. “ ‘At once? * ‘No, but within three hours.’ “And you were a musician. Don Basilio, were you not?” asked one of his auditors. “Is that how you were saved?” “No,” answered the old veteran. “I was not a musician. I scarcely un- derstood a note of music. “At the end of three hours I was marched with my companions to the place of execution. The square was. formed and we were placed in the middle. My number was 10; that is; I was the tenth to die. ’ “Those volleys! I shall never forget them. Now they seemed a thousand miles away, now so close they seemed to have been fired at me. “‘It must be my turn now, I thought. “I felt something clutch me by the shoulders. There was a roar in my ears and I fell forward, imagining I was shot dead. “The next thing I knew I seemed to be lying on my bed in the prison, and Ramon, the friend whom I believed dead, was bending over me. “ ‘Listen,’ said Ramon. ‘I waited for you at St. Nicholas. One o'clock, 2 o'clock, 3 o’clock—still you did not come. Surely, I thought, you must be dead. “‘ At last I left the asylum and re- turned to the camp. They told me I was in time to see a batch of prison- ers shot. “Suddenly the thought came to me, suppose Basilio was among them? I hurried to the plaza, where the firing had already begun. “‘At first I could see nothing. I was so distressed. Then I recognized you. Two more and then it would be your turn. I ran to the general: “‘ Not that man!” I cried, pointing to you. “¢ “Why?” asked the general kindly, for he knew how I had fought during the battle. “Is he a musician?” “¢“Yes,” I replied, a fine ray of hope springing up. “He is a fine mu- sician and he plays a cornet wonder- fully.” “ ‘So you are safe. Basilio; but can you play the cornet?’ “‘Not in the least,’ I replied; ‘I don’t know one note from another.’ “ ‘Gracious! and the band in which you are to play must be ready in two weeks,” groaned Ramon. “For two weeks my solé thought was to learn music. I spoke and thougint of nothing else. And I learn- ed to play. Indeed, I did, but it affect- ed my brain and I became almost music mad. “I could not be separated a moment from my cornet. But two years later, when my friend Roman died, the grief I felt for him restored my reason. I was sane again. All my knowledge was gone and it never came back. “So now you understand why I cap- not play for you.”—From the Span- ish, in the Boston Post. | | "ness friends from out of town... We al: WAS WORTH WHILE The girl in the sable fur was in the graciously attractive mood a femi- nine being always adopts when in the presence of a woman relative of a man she chances to have her eye on. “Do you know,” she said as she leaned across the little table “I think your brother is one of the finest men! He is so—so thoughtful and consider- ate, so different from the general run of- a “Do you think so?” politely inquired the young woman who wore the chin- chilla, as though it were a new view of the case. “How curious! I suppose you mean Jack—the girls always do when they speak of my brother, though why they should ignore old Harry I never could see. Harry is lots more comfortable to have around.” “Is he?” asked the girl in sable with lukewarm interest. “But Jack > “Just let me enlighten you about Jack,” said his sister with emphasis. “lI haven't forgiven him for his last trick and I don’t think I shall. Jack is eternally bringing men home to dinner who are business acquaint- ances from out of town and they've been the worst lot of impossibles you ever could imagine. Jack did have the grace to apologize after the fifth one for whom I had put on my freshest dress and achieved a wonder- ful new style of hairdressinz and wasted a whole afternoon preparing for. He turned out to have a scrub- by beard and wore a celluloid collar anid talked—what do you suppcse? The market price of hogs! And with me sitting there for him to look at, too. and he never blinked an eyelash in my direction all evening! Jack said he knew it was pretty tough, but that the man was one of their best cus- tomers, and he took me to the theatre to soothe me. “But you can see why I lost inter- est in Jack's men. So when he said last week that he’d have a man home to dinner I didn’t hear him. He came cver and pulled down my book. ‘I'm going to bring Fulwork home with me tonight,’ he repeated. “I replied that I certainly could hear a voice like a megaphone and went back to my story. I had learned bet- ter by experience than to waste a min- ute over my beloved brother’s busi- ways have a pretty good dinner, so I didn’t bother. Mother is away and I'm running the house. I told Delia to set an extra place and promptly for- got the impending catastrophe. It was a snowy afternoon and I read and forgot to dress till late, so I just slipped into a hatefully homely old shirt waist I'm trying to wear out and didn’t bother to do my hair over. 1 looked—well, I looked seedy. I re- membered about Fulwork when I was tying my neck ribbon, but I only paused a second. What was the use of climbing into pretty clothes for another celluloid collar and scrubby beard? It was a nuisance anyhow. Jack might have taken him to the club. I didn’t bother to inspéct the dining room, for Delia always presents a pretty good looking table and what was good enough for us was good enough for the man with the collar. “Well, Jack and Fulwork appeared on time. My dear, at the first glance I felt just as though some kind person had batted me with a 500-pound dumb- bell and some other philanthrophic in- dividual had emptied a tank of ice- water down my neck. It was just as though T was being drowned—every wisp of my discorded hair, each mis- fit place in my waist flashed before my agonized eyes, together with the awful possibilites out in the dining room, for from the way Delia slam- med around I could tell it was one of her off days. Fulwork was—well at first glance he looked like a combina- tion of one of the delightfully impos- sible, polished, cultured cowboy he- roes of the new plays nowadays and a prince of some equally impossible kingdom. He was the sort of a man you meet about once in five years and —well, I had met him. “Fulwork regaled us with tales of Paris while Jack sawed away carving tough beef; he mentioned his winter down the Nile when the salad came on with the lettuce forgotten and was just explaining how Turks prepared their delicious coffee when Delia slam- med down beside him a cup of luke- warm tasteless stuff, spilling part of it. I just twisted my feet around my chair and grinned hysterically. It was beyond words. A bed of needles and pins would have been comfort to what I was undergoing. And after dinner I pleaded a raging headache and es- caped. And maybe I didn’t take it out on Jack afterwards!” & THE % : NOMINATION LOST. Bseeucoccnricacs “It puts me in mind o’ the time they wanted to run Slade Perkins for sher- iff,” said the stock tender. “That was along in the early days, too. We wasn’t so rich them times accordin’ to stertistics o’ production o’ wealth in the gov’'ment reports, but more of us had money in our jeans, I notice. We wasn't so cultured, maybe, but we was more sociable. “Well, the old sheriff, Col. Cable, resigned on account o’ bein’ shot up in a mess by Gold Tooth Wilson, who was killed at Borax in the fall o’ ‘94 ‘We had to have a sheriff an’ the court- house crowd decided they’d nom’nate Jim Calhoun. Jim was a pretty good man, but he was sort o’ slow an’ easy goin’ an’ was suspected o’ leanin’ to sheep. Besides which, Al Cortwrizght, who was backin’ him, was gittin’ un- popular an’ we didn’t want to have the Republicans put up a sheriff who'd beat us. So when we met in conven- tion assembled Lou Barker gits up an’ nom’'nates Slade. © “Well, the convention got on its hind legs an’ howled for five minutes. Slade was one 0’ the best men ever come into this section. He was a lit- tle man, but oh, my! Tough as raw- hide, quick as a cat an’ stout as a bull. There never was a more cheer- ful loser or a harder drinker—when be did drink. An’ he was lightnin’ on the shoot. ’'Tended to his own Dbusi- ness, but took no bluffs. “Well, Slade got up an’ thanked us for the honor, but respec’fully declin- ed. Al Cortwright, who'd been look- in’ pretty flabbergasted, chirked up. He was too previous, though. The convention wouldn't hear to any de- clining. “‘l move we nominate Jim Cal- houn,” says Cortwright, when he’d fin- ished. “ “You set down, Al,’ says Grant Liv- ingston, who was chairman, poundin’ on the table with the butt of his gun. ““There’s no mo——' “‘Set down!’ says Grant. ‘Slade,’ he continues, addressin’ Perkins, ‘we all would hate to see your privit intrusts suffer, but public dooty is public doo- ty. If your feller citizens call on you it ain’t your part as a public-sperrit- ed citizen to flunk. An’ I know yer ain’t going’ ter do it.’ “The convention howled agin. Slade was the pop’lar choice, all right. No gittin’ around that. They stamped an’ yelled an’ yelled until fin'ly Slade gits |. up. “ ‘Feller citizens,’ he says. ‘I thank you fer this flat’rin’ token o’ your ap- preciation. If vou insist on nomernat- in’ me, 0’ course I can’t prevent it. an’ as Grant says, it will become my public dooty to accept an’ to serve if I'm elected.’ “They cheered him agin. “ ‘Before the nominations is closed, however,’ he says, ‘an’ before you git to ballotin’ I want you study a little on one thing. If I'm elected your sheriff I'm goin’ to do my duty with- out fear or favor.’ “ ‘That's what we want,’ shouts the convention. “Then that’s what you'll get,’ says Slade. ‘You understand my dooty will require me to enforce the laws upon the statoot books o’ the territory of ‘Wyoming. That's all right; ‘then. I sorter expected this an’ I posted my: self. I sot up all last night with them statoots an’ I find, to begin with, that there's a law agin’ the use o’ profane swearin’ an’ cussin’, with penalties in such cases pervided. That's one o’ the laws I'm a-goin’ to do my level best to enforce. There's another law agin gamblin’, whether craps, faro, roulette, poker, chuck-a-luck euchre or any other whatsoever, to wit. I'm a-goin’ to bust up gamblin’ in this here sovereign country er have a heap o’ fun tryin’ it. “ ‘There's several other laws that will make me hurt the feelin’s of my friends when I start to enforce ‘em. But—you—jest—bet—I'll enforce ‘em. Ever know me to crawfish on a prop- osition? No, nor you won’t now. An’ I've heard some criticism o’ my friend Jim Calhoun in regards to sheep men. I want to tell you that a sheep man will get just as square a deal from me as if he was a decent human be ing. I won't show no favors. Fin’ly if it becomes my painful task to shoot you up in the discharge of my dooty I'll shoot as straight as I know how. An’ if I have to hang you I'l hang every mother’s son of you. That's all.’ “He sat down an’ there was a thick silence for a while. Presently Grant Livingston looked around an’ says: ‘Do I hear a second to Mr. Perkins’ nomination?’ “The silence was thicker yet. “‘Then I declare the nomination lost,” says Grant.” The Crested Flycatcher. There is nothing very remarkable about this bird as far as appearance goes. He wears a crest coquettishly upon his pretty head and from under it his eyes look particularly large and bright. His name is crested flycatch- er, and what has made him especially noted is his little peculiarity in ar- ranging his nest. When he has com- pleted the building of this nest he hunts about until he finds the cast-off skin of a snake. This he carries to his nest and fastens there as a sort of decoration. It has been surmised that his chief object in doing this is to frighten away any intruders. Fully nine-tenths of the Wall street pointers prove to be disappointers. | As low as $5 per Acre with improvements. 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