WHY DO WE WAIT?
Why do we wait till ears are deaf
Before we speak our kindly word,
And only utter loving praise
Whet: not a whisper can $e heard?
why do we wait till hands are laid
Close-folded, pulseless, ere we place
‘Within them roses sweet and rare,
And lilies in their flawless grace?
Why do we wait till e yes 5 are sealed
To light and love in s deep trance—
Dear wistful nen Re bend
Above them with impassioned glance?
Why do we wait till hearts are still
To tell them all the love in ours,
And ne pys them such late meed of praise,
lay above them fragrant flowers?
How oft we, Sireless, wait Hl life's
weet opportunities are past,
d break our ‘‘alabaster-box
Of ointment” at the very last!
Oh, let us Jed the living friend
Who walks with us life's common ways,
Watching our eyes for look of love,
And, hungering for a word of praise!
sages. Hefvert, in Woman's Heme Com-
09000000000000000000000000
The Story of a Forest
Fire.
By Raymond S. Spears.
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For more than six weeks no rain had
fallen along the southwest side of the
Adirondacks. The ground was parch-
ed. In every direction from Seaberry
Settlement fires had been burning
through the forest, but as yet the val-
ley of the West Canada had escaped.
But one night a‘careless man threw
@& burning match into a brush heap.
‘When morning came the west wind,
blowing up the valley, was ash laden
and warm with the fir that was com-
ing eastward toward the settlement in
& line a mile wide.
Soon after daybrec/. Lem Lawson
met the fire on his way to Noblesbor-
ough and warned the settlement of
its danger. One man hastened to No-
blesborough for the fire warden, two
went up the West Canada to the lum-
ber camps. The rest of the male pop-
ulation, including boys, hastened down
the main road to an old log trail. It
was hoped the fire might be stopped
at the open the road afforded.
‘With hoes and shovels the men dug
a trench through the loam to the sand,
scattering the dirt over the leaves to-
ward the fire. When the first flames
came along, they redoubled their efforts
amid the flying sparks and, suffering
amid the flying sparks and suffcoting
smoke, but without avail. The sparks
and great pieces of flaming birch curls
carried the flames over the road into,
the woods beyond the men, fairly sur-
sounding them with fire.
Beyond the road the fire had a freer
sweep. Only the year before .that
woodlot had been cut over for the
spruce pulp. Hundreds of the tree
tops, brown and dry, needed only a
spark to set them off, and it was a
wave of flame that ran into each one,
instead of mere sparks. In the more
open places little tongues of fire darted
in a narrow line for yards ahead of
the main wave, skipping among the
dusty leaves. The fire ran up the curly
birches in spirals and darted high
above the treetops.
The men could only go before it,
pausing now and then to throw dirt on
@ spark. Those who lived in the settle-
ment glanced from side to side, won-
dering if the fire would cross the brook
where they now determined to make
another and the last possible stand.
The settlement was built along the
brink of a steep side-hill. The bed of
the stream was only a few feet wide—
chiefly sand-bar and dry boulders, at
this time—and beyond it, toward the
fire, was a flat, or bottom, sixty rods
wide, averaging not two feet above
the bed of the brcok.
The bottom was covered with stand-
ing balsams and heads of dead spruce
tops, like those on the ridge, only larg-
_ er and more numerous. It was a
swampy lowland in all but the driest
seasons; now it was like a great bed
of match sticks, and quite as inflam-
mable, Even the mold would burn
thére.
banat
* Should the fire cross the brook, it
would climb the hill and burn the
buildings. Then it would sweep across
the narrow fields of grass, or go round
the ends of the settlement clearing, in-
to the “big woods.” Lumbering was
the main business of the settlement.
. Should these woods go, the men would
be without homes and without occupa-
tion. :
One of the fire fighters was Will Bor-
son, son of the man who had thrown
the match, and as he fought with his
hoe along the rcad he heard the men
on each side of him cursing his father
by name for his carelessness. More
han once these men turned on Will
and told him he ought to put that fire
out since his father was to blame for
it. The words s‘ung bitterly, but he
made no reply to them.
‘Will did his best. Sparks burned
holes in his shirt; a flare of sheet fire
from a brush heap singed his eye-
lashes and the hair over his forehead.
When old Ike Frazier cried out, “It’s
no use here any more, boys!” Will was
the last one to duck his head and run
for the road up the creek to the settle-
ment.
Half a dozen men were detailed to
g0 to the houses and help the women
carry the furniture and other house-
hold goods out in the fields to the wat-
ering-troughs; the rest hastened to the
brook and scattered along it and threw
water on the brush at the edge, hoping
the flames would be deadened when
they came.
Among them worked Will Borson,
thinking with all his might and looking
up and down the creek as if the dry
gray boulders, with the scant thread
of water oozing! down among them,
would give him seme inspiration. The
widih of the stream was only a few |
thought.
fire down the brook and saw a huge-
feet on an average, and twenty feet at
the widest pools, over which the flame
and sparks would quickly jump.
There were many trout in the stream,
and Will knew the pools by heart.
When Sol Cardin was planning to
make a fish-pocnd abve the settlement
the summer before it was Will who
had advised him to dam the gorge. The
result had been that instead of the ten-
acre pond on which the landowner had
calculated, he formed a lake two miles
long and half a mile wide. The gorge
was where the brook, in the course of
ages, had worn down through forty
feet of rock; here the dam of log crib-
bing was laid to the height of thirty
feet, with m ballast of broken stone.
Will was one of those who helped to
build it, and up to the night before he
had helped to get out stone for the
foundation of a house Cardin was to
build beside the lake.
The fire reached the flat at the foot
of the ridge and came toward the brook
in jumps. The men worked faster
than - ever with their ten-quart pails.
Old Ike Frazier glanced up the stream
and saw Will leaning on his hoe-handle
doing nothing.
“Hi there!” yelled the man. ‘‘Get to
work.”
“You tell the men they want to be
looking out!” Will called back. ‘‘Some-
thing’ll happen pretty quick!” With
that he dropped his hoe and went
climbing up the side-hill toward his
home at the top. Mrs. Borson was just
piling the lost of her bedding on the
wagon when she saw Will coming to-
ward her. He unhitched the horse
from the wagon, and had the harness
scattered on the ground before his
mother could control herself enough
to cry:
“Those things’ll be burned here!
What are you taking the horse for—
we—we—"’
Then she sank to the ground and
cried, while Will's younger brothers
and sisters joined in.
Will did not stop to say anything,
but leaped to the back of the horse,
and away he went up the road, to the
amazement of those who were taking
their goods from the houses. But he
was soon in the woods above the settle
ment and out of sight of every ome.
He was headed for the dam. He had
thought to open the little sluice at the
bottom of it, which would add to the
volume of the water in the stream—
raise it a fcot, perhaps.
He reached the dam, and prying at
the gate, opened the way. A stream of
water two feet square shot from the
bottom of the dam and went sloshing
down among the rocks.
“That water’ll help a lot,” he
Then he heard the roar of the
dull, brick-colored flash as a big hem-
lock went up in flame. The amount
of water gushing from the gate of the
dam seemed suddenly small and use-
less. It would not fill the brook bed.
‘Will sprang to his feet.
In a little shanty a hundred yards
away were the quarrying tools used in
getting out the stone for the Cardin
house. To this Will ran with all his
speed.
With an old : ax tht was behind the
shanty he broke down the door. In-
side he picked up a full twelve-pound
box of dynamite, and bored a hole the
size of his finger into one side. Then
to the dam. :
He climbed down the ladder to the
bottom of the dam, and fixing the fuse
to the cap, ran it into the hole he had
bored till it was well among the saw-
dust and sticks of dynamite. He cut
the fuse to twe minutes’ length, and
carried the box back among the big key
logs that held the dam. He was soon
ready. He jammed the box under wat-
er among the beams where it would
stick. A match started the fuse going,
and then Will climbed the ladder and
ran for safety.
In a few moments the explosion
came. Will heard the beams in the
gorge tumbling as the dam gave way,
and the water behind was freed. Away
it ‘went, washing and pounding down
the narrow ravine, toward the low bot-
tom on which the fire was burning.
The firefighters hoard the explosion,
and paused, wondering, to listen. The
next instant the roar of the water came
to their ears, and the tremble caused by
logs and boulders rolling with the flood
was felt. Then every man understood
what was done, for they had been log-
drivers all their lives, and knew the
signs of a loosed sluice-gate or of a
broken jam.
They climbed the steep bank toward
the buildings, to be above the flood-line,
yelling warnings that were half cheers.
In a few mcoments the water was be-
low the mouth of the gorge, and then
it rushed over the low west bank of
the brook and spread out on the wide
flat where the fire was raging. For a
minute clouds of steam and loud hiss-
ing marked the progress of the wave,
and then the brush-heaps from edge to
edge of the valley boitom were covered
and the fire drowned.
The fires left in the trees above the
high water mark and the flames back
on the ridge still thrust and flared, but
were unable to cross the wide, wet
flood-belt. The settlement and the “big
woods” beyond were saved.
Sol Cardin reached the settlement on
the following day, and heard the story
of the fire. In response to an offer
frem Will, he replied:
“No, my boy, you needn't pay for
the dam By working or anything else.
I'm in debt to you for saving my tim-
ber above the settlement, instead.”
Then he added, in a quiet way charae-
teristic of him. “It seems al pity if wit
like yours doesn’t get its full growth.”
—Youth’s Companion.
Killing Time.
She—I heard you singing in your
room this morning.
He—Oh, I sing a little to kill time.
She—You have a good weapon.—
Boston Transcript.
BLUE MONDAY:~
Look a-here, Mary Ann,
your Sompisinia, -
hard
But oa are you gainin’?
rd you are trainin’?
Well—he ain’t explainin’
is reasons to Man!
Look a-here, Emmy 308,
know it's a Monda
But in six days comes Sunday,
0 quit bein’ blue
You'd think by the hinin’
Te
egterda.
ane eb courtin’ aig
Life's chock full o’ Sundays
0 make up for Monier. es
Bon »
SARE ASH
Office Boy—Dat caller’ Ss got a funny
name. Editor—Oh, he left his name,
did he? O. B.—V¥essir. He said it wuz
Immaterial.—Cleveland Leader.
First Reformed Smoker—So you've
cut out the weed at last? Shake!
Have a magazine on me—what kind
do you prefer—light, heavy, or medi-
um ?—Judge.
“Your glasses,” she said, ‘have made
a great difference in your appearance.”
“Do you think so?” he asked. “Yes.
You look so intelligent with them on.”
—Chicago Record-Herald.
‘Kind Lady—Ah, my poor man, why
don’t you straighten up and take your
place in society?’ Dusty Dan—What
would be de use, mum? I am too rest-
less: to play bridge.—Chicago Daily
News.
“De wisdom of Solomon wuz great
in his day and time,” said Brother
Dickey, “but it’s de wisdom of yo’self
an’ yo’self alone, dat’ll take you thoo’
dis bright, sunshiny worl’!”’—Atlanta
Constitution.
“My! What a disposition that black-
haired Miss Tartum has!” “No won-
der. You'd have a disposition just
like hers if your misguided parents
had named you Angelica Sweet.”—
Chicago Tribune.
Mose Johnson—I feels terrible sick,
’Liza Jane. ’Liza Jane Johnsen—Huh!
nuffin thah mattah wiv yo’ dat physi-
cian says, ’ceptin’ chronic indolence
and congested circulation. Mose John-
son—Umph! ain’t dat enuff?—Judge.
“Ma, I didn’t know the Browns kept
horses.” “They don’t, my dear. What
made you think .s0?” “I heard Pa tell-
ing a man on the street yesterday that
Mrs. Brown has the finest carriage of
any woman he’ knows. »—Deétroit Free
Press.
Near-Sighted Guest (at banquet)—
I presume the next thing will be a
long and tiresome speech from some
talkative guy. Man Sitting Next—
Oh, I suppose so. I'm the talkative
guy that has to make the speech. —Chi
cago Tribune.
“Oh, dear!” sighed the first dear
girl, who was examining the eity di-
rectory in a drug store, “I can’t find
the name at all. What shall we do?”
“Oh, I know,” cried dear girl No. 2.
‘Let's go to some other drug store
and examine their directory.”—Chi-
cago Dally News.
“lI am a Socialist,” said the young
man who strives to be interesting,
“Yes,” replied Miss Cayenne; ‘one
who has no money and wanis- -some,
one who hag too much and desires to
get rid of some, or merely one who
enjoys making speeches and writing
for the magazines?’—Washington
Star.
“It’s dish-u-way, sah,” explained old
Brother Swank, to a befuddled friend:
“Orthodoxy am de doxy dat I makes
muhse’l—dat I's de orthor of, yo’ un’er-
stand. Uh-well,and dis yah hectordoxy
am de udder man’s doxy dat he’s al-
lus uh-hertorin’ me wid. Do dat make
it cl’'ar to yo’ apprehension, Brudder
Tarr?”—Puck.
5
Betting Not Gaming.
The Supreme court of Kentucky in
an opinion written by Justice Lessing
holds that betting or wagering on a
horse race, the outcome of any other
fixed event, the exercise of judgment
or test of skill is not gaming and is
not punishable under the fetony, laws
of the state.
In the same opinion, too, it is held
that all betting or wagering ‘contracts
no matter of what nature are void.
It is borrowed or advanced, the con-
tract cannot and will not be enforced
with the aid of the law. Wagers, how-
ever, are regarded as honor debts
by the court. The construction of this
law, which is section 1955, came up
in the case of W. T. McDevitt, a pool-
room man of Covington, endeavoring
to collect money advanced to make
wagers for the noted turfman, R. L.
Thomas of Washington, D. C. .
Nervousness and Heart Failure,
Nervousness is often due to some
poison formed in the blood by the de-
composition of undigested food—in oth-
er words, often arises primarily from
indigestion. E
Nervousness when due to this cause
may sometimes continue.through many
years without causing dangerous con-
ditions. On the other hand, nervous
disturbances due to this auto-intoxi-
cation, or self-poisoning, may be im-
mediately fatal.
Many people, however, suffer from
“nervous indigestion,” as they call it,
for twenty years or more without fatal
termination. In these cases there is,
of course, a gradual weakening of the
general system which predisposes to
many diseases, and death is always
premature, usually being tracable to
what is called “heart failure.”—Health
Culture.
without
PENNSYLVANIA
Interesting Items from All Sections of
the Keystone State.
LOCAL OPTION BILL OPPOSED
Miie Long & Petition With 178,000
Names Reaches Harrisburg.
Harrisburg. — Representative John
1 M. Reynolds of Philadelphia, present-
ed to the legislature a petition sign-
ed by 170,000 voters of the State pro-
‘testing against the passage of a iocal
option bill. The petition was brought
here by Chester P. Ray of Philadel
phia.
The petition was made up of four
petitions, measuring two feet in dia-
meter, when rolled. Placed end to
end the petition would stretch a mile
and a quarter. The signatures were
collected by the Allied Manufactur-
ers and Dealers’ association, of
which Ray is a leading officer. This
association is not directly interested
in the liquor traffic.
BIG BATTLESHIP BEGUN
Keel of Huge Sea Fighter Laid In
Camden.
Philadelphia.—The keel of the bat-
tleship Utah, a sister ship of the
Florida, now being constructed at the
Brooklyn navy yard, was laid in the
yard of the New York Shipbuilding
Company, Camden. The new battle-
ship is to have a displacement of
21,387 tons and will hve a speed of
21 knots an hour. Her contract price
armor or armament is
$3,946,000
Her tonnage is 1,000 tons greater
than the North Dakota and Delaware,
the most modern Dreadnoughts.
MIFFLIN COUNTY TO BE DRY
Judges Refuse All Applicants for
Liquor License,
Lewiston.—President Judge W. M.
Woods and Associates Bell and Swy-
ser refused the 16 liquor licenses ap-
plied for in this county. After the
the old licenses expire Mifflin county
will be “dry.”
Last fall three-fourths of the vot-
ers declared for no license in the
election of an associate judge, and
there were nearly 5,000 signatures to
the remonstrances presented.
Aping the Lords of Creation.
Altoona, Pa.—While Mrs. Bessie
Yingling and her husband Blair
Yingling, were taking dinner at the
‘home of the former’s mother at Mec-
Garvey’s station, three miles west
.of this city, a quarrel arose and Bes-
‘sle shot her husband, the ball enter-
‘ing his mouth and lodging in his
head. The wife fled to the mountain
with a posse of officers after her.
The Yinglings have been married
only a.few months. The man is
aged 23 and his wife 20.
Jail Board Fixed.
Greensburg.—In a decree handed
down Judges Lucien W-. Doty and
Alexander D. McConnell fixed the fee
of Sheriff John E. Shields for board-
ing prisoners in the county jail at
123% cents a day. Former sheriffs
received 25 cents a day for each pris-
oner, but the new board of County
Commissioners refused to settle on
that basis for January and Sheriff
Shields petitioned the court to fix the
fee.
Traction Man Quits.
_. Washington.—Robert R. Reed, un-
Hi] recently general manager of the
Washington &* Canonsburg Railways
Company, has severed his connections
with the Pittsburg Railways Compa-
ny. With the recent absorption of
the local line by the Pittsburg com-
pany, the office of general manager
was done away with in Washington
and the local lines became division
No. 13. It isc reported James Kent
WI Saccend him, RF
Boys Escape from Morganza.
Canonsburg.—Jumping through a
window whe no one was looking,
Robert Schok, Floyd Johnson and
Fred Lloyd, 16-year-old inmates of
the Pennsylvania Reform school at
Morganza, escaped. The boys, all
from Pittsburg, have served two
years at the institution and were
working in the kitchen when they es-
caped.
Grade Crossing Fatality.
Scranton.—John Cawley, 25 years
of age, was instantly killed and three
horses which he was driving on a
Martin Maloney Oil Company oil tank
were cut to pieces by the Lackawan-
na express, due in this city at 6:40
p. m. The crossing is situated in
one of the suburbs of this city, called
Little England.
Prison Instead of Suicide.
Pottsville.—G. E. Loupp of Mary-
land, surrendered to the police say-
ing he was wanted for forgery and
was tired ‘of dodging officers. He
purchased a pistol, intending to com-
mit suicide, but. he says his nerve
failed him and he decided to take the
law’s punishment for his offenses.
Thief Improves Opportunity.
Butler.—W. R. Brown, editor of
the Millestown Herald, was offered $1
a piece Saturday for a score of fine
Rhode Island chickens. A Sunday
night, while he was listening to a
sermon on “Opportunity,” someone
stole the birds.
Bia Gathering of W. C. T. U.
Harrisburg, Pa.—Members of the
Woman's Christian Temperance Union |
all over the State gathered here on |
Wednesday for the legislative hear- |
ing on the Fair local option bill in |
the interest of which they have been |
Mrs. M. George of Beaver |
Falls, is State president, and Mrs. |
working.
Emily Clark Scott, State correspond-
ing secretary. A large local option
mass meeting was held in the Grace
D. Richards, of national fame, deliv-
ered an address
‘Henry E. Rhodes Wins His
| ened in Western Pennsylvania.
Methodist Episcopal church Wednes- |
day afternoon, at which Mrs. Florence |
LAKE PUBLIC HIGHWAY
Case
and Ice Company Is Denied
Ownership.
Meadville.—In a decision handed
down by Judge Criswell of .Venango
county the Conneaut Lake Ice Compa-
ny’s claim to ownership of Conneaut
lake is denied... The case was com-
menced by the Ice company to re-
strain Henry E. Rhodes of Pittsburg,
and Amos Quigley, former owner of
the Hotel Midway at the lake, from
using the little steamer Anita on the
lake.
~ Judge Criswell refuses nearly every
important point claimed by the plain-
tiff company and declares the lake a
public highway. The claim of the
ice company to ownership by pur
chase of the strip of land between
the old canal high water mark and
the present, or original water mark,
is sustained. Conneaut is the larg-
est lake in Pennsylvania, and has
been claimed and controlled by the
ice company for more than twenty
years. The company will appeal
from Judge Criswell’s decision.
W. C. GRETZINGER DEAD
Registrar of Bucknell University Dies
After Short lliness.
Lewisburg.—William C. Gretzinger,
aged 43, for 12 years registrar of
Bucknell university, died here Feb-
ruary 18. In 1899, a few months be-
fore graduation from Bucknell, he was
elected business agent of the univers-
ity and the next year registrar. His
energy and executive ability had
much to do with the institution’s
growth in the last decade. He had
served as captain and quartermaster
of the Twelfth regiment, N. G. P.,
and was commissioner to the Trans-
Mississippi exposition from Pennsyl-
vania. All classes were discontinued
upon announcement of Mr. Gretzin-
ger’s death.
DIED AT 105 YEARS
Remarkable Ace Attained by Butler.
County Woman.
Butler.—Mrs. Margaret Record,
aged 105 years, died at Middle Lan-
caster, near Harmony, February 19.
She was a native of Germany and
came to Butler county 75 years ago.
Her husband died a half century ago
and she has for 20 years resided at
the home of Adam Bame, in Middle
Lancaster. For nearly 85 years she
had been a member of the German
Lutheran church.
“Of about 20 descendants, one one,
John Strutt, of Zelienople, is living.
Mrs. Record had always had good
health and her death came suddenly.
Waynesburg Hunters Chase Fox._
‘Waynesburg.—Fifty fox hunters en-
joyed one of the liviest chases ever
pulled off in Greene county. The
fox known as “Old Missouri’ because
it was brought from Missouri by F.
M. Shriver two years ago, was re-
leased at 10 o’clock and the 100 dogs
put in pursuit, did not corner the
quarry until the chase had continued
over 11 hours. Reynard led the dogs
over 100 miles during the day and
passed through seven different town-
ships.
Supposed to Have Drowned.
Washington.—William Swihart, a
blacksmith of Zollarsville, left the
polling place at that town last Tues-
day midnight and has not been seen
since. To reach his home he had
to row across Ten-Mile creek, which
was running almost bank full. His
cap was found at the edge of the
stream and he is believed to have
been drowned.
Greensburg.—Leaping from a third-
story window at the county home,
Peter Johnson, aged 70, committed
suicide. He was admitted to the home
last October and has been in commu-
nication with his native land, Fin-
land, relatives to securing funds with
which to return, but it is said aid was
refused.
Scarcity of Teachers in Washington.
Washington.—The scarcity of teach-
ers in Washington is shown by the
fact that the principalship of the Eils-
worth public schools paying $75 a
month goes begging. L. R. Crumrine,
county superintendent, is co-operating
with the board in its efforts to fill
the position.
Washington.—In the annual decla-
mation contest between representa-
tives of the freshmen and sophomore
classes of Washington of Washing-
ton and Jefferson college, John D.
Judson of Washington, a sophomore,
took the first prize, $25, and E. C.
Gray of Moundsviiie, W. Va., a fresh-
man, won the second, $10.
Butler.—The Butler Bar association
endorsed Presiding Judge James M.
Galbreath for the Republican nomin-
ation for the Supreme Court bench
to suceeed Judge Mitchell.
Harrisburg.—The house committee
on Law and Order by a vote of 20
i to 3 decided to report as committed
the Fair local option bill.
Children Cremated.
Scranton.—The home of Joseph Her
zog, at Lakeville, Pa., was destroyed
by fire at night, and two of his chil-
dren, aged 13 and 15 years, were
burned to death. Mrs. Herzog was
badly burned before she could escape
with an infant. The fire started from
an overheated stove.
Franklin.—An ice famine is threat-
None
has been cut at either Conneaut Lake
or Sandy L.ake. The late ice harvest
| always has been between February 4
| and 14.
OLDEST MAN IN AMERICA
Escaped Terrors of Many Winters by
Using Pe-ru-na.
ardent friend to
Tex io apo the following terms: -
Hartman’s romeas : Sruna, 1 lave I ha
d to be the bes no © Oo!
food {ite for UGHS. oy. CA CA-
TARRH and diarrhea 2
“Peruna has been my stand-by for
and I attribute my y good
health and my extreme age
% y. It exactly meets all my re-
quirements. 4 ;
“I have come to rely upon it almos
entirely for the many little things for
which I need medicine. I believe it tc be
especially valuable to old people.” rope
Nothin’ to Kick About. 2
Beauty, sighed the gazelle, is, after
all, only skin deep!
Well, we ain’t kicking, replied the
hippopotamus.—Puck.
oO One “Bromo Quinine’
That is ative iy os ei fhe
th ture o! rove. Us
as Sau Cure a Cold in in One Day. 25¢.
Puzzle for Congress,
Congress cannot understand why
President Roosevelt should have
made that 90-mile ride. Unlike the
congressman, the President does not
get 20 cents a mile going and com-
ing.—Kansas City Star.
Mrs. Bilis ks Soothing ” for Children
teething, softens the gums, reducesinflamma-
tion , pi pain, cures wind colic, 25ca bottle.
Grown in America.
Most of the tobacco used in so-call-
ed Russian cigarettes—the far-famed
brands of Turkey and Cairo, too—is
grown less than 100 miles from Louis-
ville, Ky., or within a like radius of
Raleigh, ‘N. C.
Brooklyn, N. Y.
Address the Garfield Tea Co. as above
when writing for free samples of Garfield
Tea, the true remedy for constipation..
An Anti-Lynching Governor.
Progress of civilization is shown
in Mississippi by the presence of a
governor who declares not only that
lynching must stop, but that if it is
necessary he will stop it by ordering
troops to shoot to kill. On the prob-
ability that this test of strength may
come Governor Noel says frankly that
“the time has come when there will
have to be an armed clash between
the military and the citizens.”
The governor gives the reason for
this declaration. In two cases he was
deceived by the assurance of citizens
and local peace officers and took
slight precautions which were over-
riden and the lynchings took place.
That trick, he serves notice on mobs
with a taste for the pleasant pastime,
is of no more use. The troops will
shoot to kill if it is necessary. If the
sheriff will not give the order the of-
ficers in command must do so. Final
ly Governor Noel "states the prin-
ciple that persons attacking jails and
overthrowing the law are worse than
the criminal negroes, and in addition
are arrant cowards.—Pittsburg Dis-
patch. : Corey
Meits Guns. Bo head
The Maharajah Gaekwar of Baroda
has melted down and converted into
bullion the celebrated gold and silver
cannon of Baroda. Of these costly
but useless toys, the silver guns were
the inspiration of a former gaekwar.
In order to ‘go one better” than his
predecessor, the late gaekwar had the
gold guns cast, and mounted at a
cost, it is said, of £100,000. They re-
posed in the state armory and were
the wonder and admiration of all vis-
itors to the capital.
NEW IDEA
Helped Wis. Couple.
It doesn’t pay to stick too closély
to old notions of things. New ideas
often lead to better health, success
and happiness.
A Wis. couple examined an idea
new to them and stepped up several
rounds on the health ladder. The
husband writes:
“Several years ago we suffered
from coffee drinking, were sleepless,
nervous, sallow, weak, and irritable.
"My wife and I both loved coffee and
thought it was a bracer.” (delusion).
“Finally, after years of suffering,
we read of Postum and the harmful-
negs of coffee, and believing that to
grow we should give some attention
to new ideas, we decided to test Pos-
tum.
“When we made it right we liked
it and were relieved of ills caused by
coffee. Our friends noticed the
change—fresher skin,sturdier nerves,
better temper, ete.
“These changes were sot sudden,
but relief increased as we continued
to drink and enjoy Postum, and. we
lost the desire for coffee.
“Many of our friends did not like
Postum at first, because they did not
make it right. But when they boiled
Postum according to directions on
pkg., until it was dark and rich they
liked it better than coffee and were
benefited by the change.” “There’s
a Reason.”
Name given by Postum Co., Battle
Creek, Mich. Read “The Road to
Wellville” in pkgs.
Ever read the above letter? A new
one appears from time to time. They
are genuine, true, and full of human
interest.
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