loss of appetite, and keeps the feath- ON THE MOUNTAINS. Mhey had missed him in the valley, they were crouching in a hollow, were sheep without a shepherd, were few, Baid the youngest to the eldest: “We must him—we must follow, We Sau. follow, follow, follow till we ""Baid the eldest to the youngest: ‘Lo! I know the road he's taken, He is waiting where the pile he lighted His word is on my spirit and my faith is still unshaken; We must follow, follow, follow till he turns.” Said the youngest to the eldest: “Listen, listen, O my brother, Lo, the fire in the valley has gone out up among the mountains he has light- ed him another t We must follow, follow, follow, we must shout.” Detective “Nine of Dave Harper's chickens were stolen last night, so I hear,” said Dan, coming in with the wood pne pleasant summer morning. ‘The raids are geting pretty near home, Dot!” Dorothy looked up from the cook- Ing stove. ‘Yes, I'm expecting the thieves,” she said. ‘‘They’re coming to this corner of the township, of gourse. My white Leghorns aren't any safer than other people's chick- ens. But,” and she straightened her slim seventeen-year-old figure with a 1ift of her small head, “I've thought out a plan if they do come.” “Burglar alarm?” suggested Dan, with brotherly contempt. ‘They cut the wires of the one at Allen’s be- fore taking the chickens. They've isoned three dogs, so Bruce would of no use. What can you do, when every farmer round has been beaten so far?” “I’m not planning to keep them from taking the chickens,” replied “Darothy, mysteriously. “They're bound .to do that. My idea is dif- ferent. You needn’t laugh! It is an idea—only I don’t know whether it will work or not, until after—"’ “After they steal the chickens?” said Dan, laughing. ‘“What good will it do then, Dot? Girls aren't a bit practical.” “Lots of things have to be theory pefore they're practice,” returned Dorothy. ‘“Wait and see.” . That afternoon Dan heard a great tackling and commotion among the thickens. Dorothy was treating them to “some of her notions,” as her brother expressed it. “You'll have complexiow=washes for those pullets of yours next,” he said, teasingly, looking in on her as she stood beside a pail of some sticky; paint-like substance, dipping each Leghorn's legs in it, amid of chorus of protesting clucks and squawks. “What is it? Tar? A specific for ors from falling out, I suppose? But it looks bad, Dot, to turn those in- pocent and inexperienced chickens into blacklegs, even if it does keep them from having the pip.” “It won't strike in,” said Dorothy, methodically and busily catching and @ipping the Leghorns. They were plump, pretty creatures, the best flock, although a small one, “ “dn the neighborhood. Dorothy had en infinite pains With them, as n knew, and kept every remedy and mixture on the market for them. The meanness of the chicken thieves came over him as he saw his sister among her petted flock. “J declare, those fellows ought to pe shot, stealing honest people's " ghickens!’’ he cried, warmly. “If they steal mine something will happen,” said Dorothy. She set down the last Leghorn pullet to shake out {ts ruffled feathers and walk off on {ts Minorca hued legs. _‘It will happen to the hens, not to the thieves, I'm thinking. In an- i. other v.eek, Dot, you'll probably not have a chicken left to try toilet prep- arations on. Cassandra was no chicken herself—I'm not sure that she ever saw a chicken—and I'm not dressed for her part, but I'll be Cas- sandra on this occasion. I prophesy disaster, and I have faith that my prophec;” is the true Cassandra kind!” It certainly was. Two mornings {ater the chicken yard lay desolute— ot one cherished Leghorn left. There agon tracks in the lane, in “places left by the rain. But they told nathing, and were soon .ost on the beaten highroad. A piece of newspaper was found near the gate. But it was only a scrzp of the local paper, the Warrendale Gazette, and had no identifying mark whatever. “Dan,” said Dorothy, “will you let me have the light buggy and Rex?” “What for?” } “Never mind.” f “Don’t you want me to go along?” “No, thank you.” Dorothy disap- peared into the house. She drove off five minutes later with a mysjeri- ous box, carefully brought out and packed under the seat by her own hands. “I'm going to take dinner at Cous- fn Mary’s, in town,” she said, and Dan was left to conjecture her errand as Best he might. Of two things, lowever, he felt equally sure. One was that she was after the chicken thieves; the other was that she would not find them. “Dot might as well be going to a _ sewing circle; but then, it diverts her mind from her loss,” said the young Baid the eldest of them, angered: “Lo, the stripling has been drinking.” But the Joungest only curled his pleas. ant lips— “He is watching on the mountains where the sun he loved is sinking, We at follow, follow, follow where it ips. Bo they sought him down the valley, arm in arm in friendship linking, And, they stumbled on the ashes in the ark, But they found him on the mountains .. Where the sun he loved was sinking, With his fingers spread to shield a new born spark. And he laughed them out a promise, those abandoned in the hollow, “There are other flames and other suns ide; But to know them you must follow—you must follow, follow, follow.” So they followed, followed, followed till they died. ~Westminster Gazette, By PRISCILLA LEONARD. philosopher, and went off to dig the potatoes. Young Frank Evans,station master, ticket seller, telegraph operator and freight and express agent of Milby Junction, six miles away, thought Dorothy the prettiest girl in the town- ship as she drove up to the platform. He had thought so since they went to school together in pinafores. Perhaps Dorothy knew it, too. At any rate, she came to him prepared to rely upon his utmost assistance. “Frank,” she began, as he hitched Rex for her, ‘‘do you ship many crates of poultry from here, or bar- rels of dressed poultry?” “Yes, I ship a good many, Evans. “Why do you ask?” “I've just had all my white Leg- horns stolen—forty of them. Every one round here is losing chickens. Now those chickens have to be mar- keted somewhere—and not around here. It's fifty miles to the city, which is the safest place to market them. If I stole chickens, I'd freight them down, dressed and packed in barrels. So I thought if anybody round here was doing the thieving— and the thieves, whoever they are, take the local paper, and certainly do know this part of the county as well as their hand — I might get some hint from your shipments.” “That's a first rate idea,” said the young man. ‘‘But I don’t remember any special shipper of dressed poul- try in barrels. The Walter boys pack that way, but I guess we're not sus- pecting them! Mrs. Dixon sends a barrel now and then. So do the peo- ple on the Lawrence farm; that’s been an experimental poultry farm for the last year. I hear they report they lost badly through a raid by the thicves two months ago. The Elliotts, over at Orwell, send dressed poultry, too, but never very much. It doesn’t seem 2 “No, it doesn’t,” said Dorothy, looking perplexed. ‘But these chick- ens have got to get to market, Frank, somehow. I've started to hunt this county over till I find what's become of them. I guess I'd better drive to the other stations up and down the road. They’d be likely te choose a stupid agent to ship through, so I don’t wonder they keep away from here.” Then she flushed at having paid Frank a compliment, and Frank flushed, too, with pleasure, for he knew that his pretty schoolmate never said things unless she meant them. It put him on his mettle. “But see here, Dorothy, why do you have to drive up and down the road? What's the matter with my telegraphing instead? Come in and sit down, and I'll get you all the in- formation you want in half an hour.” So Dorothy sat and listened to the clicking wires, and took some brief notes on a telegraph pad that Frank pushz2d over to her across the table. ‘“Wagner, at Dorrance station, says that the Lawrence farm sends a bar- rel now and then and a crate occa- sionally. The Widow Ransom is the hcaviest shipper—sends both crates and barrels. Jones, at Pond station, says Hank Janeway ships a barrel sometimes; so does the Lawrence farm. The Browns send a crate now and then—white Leghorns and Ply- mouth Rocks. Collins, at Pelham Junction, says that Mrs, Robinson ships more than anybody else, but Jim Henry sends a barrel or a crate now and then, and so does the Law- rence people—Plymouth Rocks, most- ly. King, at Bellevue station, says everybody sends in crates, except a barrel now and then from the Law- rence people and Sally Walker.” Frank leaned back and whistled softly. Dorothy smiled and pushed the telegraph pad under his eyes. Five underlinings marked the name ‘Lawrence’ repeated in each of the five reports from Milby, Dorrance, Pond, Pelham and Bellevue. “You clever girl!” said Frank. “You've got hold of the right end. No honest poultry farm ever shipped that much to the city, and through five different stations in small lots. But supposing it’s so, how are we go- ing to prove it? The man doesn’t live who can identify an ordinary white Leghorn hen or Plymouth Rock pul- let.” ‘“‘But the girl does!” cried Dorothy, triumphantly. ‘““Since day before yesterday I can pick out any one of my forty Leghorns with absolute cer- tainty, Frank. I—I dipped their legs, every one of them, in a fast black that won't come off, so that { said stolen.” Frank Evans lay back in his chair and laughed delightedly. “Dorothy, you always were at the head of the class,” he sald, heartily. “But what are you going to do now?" “I'm going to the Lawrence farm, said Dorothy, unfastening the hitch- ing strap. “You mustn't do that. They might do you an injury, Wait till I can get a constable and a search warrant, You mustn't go alone, Dorothy. won't have it.” “I don’t mind a search warrant,” said Dorothy, with composure. “That is what I brought this for.” She pulled out the mysterious box, and disclosed various brightly labeled bottles and packages. ‘I am Mise Jane Smith, Frank, agent for these poultry remedies, which I am driv. ing about the county introducing among intelligent poultry farmers. 1 shall get into the Lawrence chicken yards, and come away again without any trouble, thank you. But I should like the constable to be at the end of the lane, ready to come in a little later.” “I'll get Dick Williams to tend the station,” said Frank, ‘“‘and drive over with you past the constable’s; and he’ll hitch up and follow us to the Lawrence place, and you can drop me in the lane when we get there. Then I'll be right in call. I'll not have you go alone, I tell you.” “Oh, I shall be glad enough to have you within reach,” said Dorothy, frankly. “I do feel a little queer at the idea of — thieves. But I know they won’t suspect me or give me any trouble.” Nevertheless, it was a somewhat timid young agent who hitched her horse at the Lawrence gate, having left a young man down in the lane be- hind the hedges waiting for Consta- ble Parry's slow old mare to come along. “I have some very good poultry remedies here,”” she began, taking a couple of bottles from her box as a rough looking youth come from round the house. “If your chickens suffer from roup, I have a special an- tiseptic mixture here which is an un- failing remedy. I am introducing also a cholera preventative and cura- tive, to be mixed in soft food, and—" “Jim might like that roup medi- cine. He fancies them sort of things,” said the lad. ‘Come this way, Miss,” and Dorothy and her bot- tles were escorted around a corner to the chicken yards—suspiciously small for the amount of poultry shipped. Here are some Plymouth Rocks, fat and placid, and a group of buff Wyandottes; and plenty of Leghorns in the further yard, where a man was catching them, one after another, and killing them as if for market. “Hi, Jim,” called out the youth. “I'll go over, and not bring him out from his work,” said Dorothy, hurrying forward. While she pro- duced her bottles and urged her wares, she saw all she needed in the plump pullet that “Jim” held, with its legs showing black against the white feathers. She hurried through her sentences, but the man seemed interested. He had a smooth man- ner, but “shifty” eyes. “I've got some Brahmas with the roup,” he said. ‘‘Guess I'll try a bot- tle or two of that. Got any more with you?” “There's another bottle in the wag- on,” said Dorothy, in a professional tone. “I'll get it.” She flew back to the gate, and looking down the lane, beckoned in haste to the two men who stood there, waiting im- patiently. Then returning with the bottle, she had just handed it over to Jim, when Frank and the constable came upon them. It was rather an exciting scene after that, for not only did Dorothy pick out her stolen Leghorns, dead and alive, but Constable Parry found one or two of his fine Brahmas that he said he could swear to. The roughly dressed youth tried to run. Jim showed fight for a mo- ment, but found Frank's muscular hand on his collar, and thought bet- ter of it. In the end the two sus- pects were marched to the constable’s wagon, and driven off to the justice’s, while Dorothy followed with one of the marked and murdered Leghorns as the corpus delicti. ‘“He’s only killed ten of mine, Frank,” she said. ‘‘But if you and the constable hadn’t been there, the other thirty would have been candi- dates for the barrel in a few minutes more.” “Don’t give us any of the glory,’ said Frank, as he helped her into the buggy. ‘“We don’t deserve it. It's the cleverest bit of detective work I ever knew, and it’s all yours. Your chicken trade mark is a stroke of genius, Dorothy. It did the busi- ness.” And at the trial, when the whole county were shown to have been con- tributors to the Lawrence chicken yards, and the clever methods of the thieves were exposed, it was still Dorothy’s testimony, first and fore- most, that convicted them. “Dot, I take that all back about your not being practical,” said Dan. “Three cheers for Miss Jane Smith and the great roup mixture!”’— Youth's Companion. Poor Henry. “Very probably I'm a stupid chump,” said the reader, ‘but I must confess I don’t like Henry James’ novels.” “QO! you are not necessarily a chump,” replied the critic. “The people who don’t like his novels are divided into two classes—those who don’t understand him and those who do.’’——Philadelphia Press. i i could know them again If they were New York City.~~No woman who values her comfort allows herself to be without such a negligee as this one. It can be slipped on at a mo- ment's notice, it is loose and ample, it takes most graceful and becoming lines and is absolutely simple withal. In this instance Japanese crepe is trimmed with plain ribbon bands, but lawns, batiste, wash silks, chal- Mes, albatross, cashmere and all ma- terials that are used for kimonos are appropriate, while the banding can be any contrasting material that may be liked. The kimono is made with fronts and backs. The backs are joined at the centre and tucked from the neck to yoke depth, while the fronts are tucked at the shoulder. A double banding is attached to the neck and front edges and the fronts are rolled over with it to form lapels. The sleeves are in one piece, each gath- ered at their upper edges. Light Silk Preferred. Mousseline de sole is a favorite material In Paris, being combined with all sorts of heavier materials— linen, and silk combining very hand- somely with it. Redingote Reappears. Many women will welcome the re- appearance of the redingote, than which nothing shows to better ad- vantage a well set up figure and graceful carriage. Youthful Norfolk Jacket. Norfolk jackets have a youthful style that ensures them a large fol- lowing whenever they appear, and we shall no doubt see numbers of them as the season advances. Skirts Wider in the Back. The fulness of the back of the skirt is not so closely drawn at the waist as previously, the width of the group pleats in some cases being as much as three inches wider than last sea- son. Coats For All. Everybody is to be suited in the matter of coats; long and short, loose, semi-fitted and those so close that the figure looks as if moulded into them—-all are found in the late designs. Misses’ Coat. Such a loose, smart yet comfort- able coat as this one makes a very necessary feature of any girl's ward- robe. It can be made from smooth faced cloth or from rough, from plain color or from mixture for the cool weather and again froin linen, pique and the like for the remaining warm season, so that the model fills a great many needs. It is one of the newest and best liked, and will be a favorite for the coming season. The darts at the shoulders are novel and becom- ing, and the garment is altogether noted for its air of simple elegance. In the illustration cheviot is stitched with belding silk and closed with handsome dark pearl buttons. The coat is made with fronts, backs and under-arm gores. The fronts are fitted by means of darts at The quantity of material required for the medium size is eight and a thirty-six, or six and a half yards for- ty-four inches wide and five and a quarter yards of four-inch ribben for binding. ————— . Coarse Linens Good. Very coarse linens trimmed with fine embroidery or fine Valenciennes are especially good to look at and possess, while a fancy seems to have arisen for the soft-finished unglazed linens—the linens with a surface the direct antithesis of that general- ly turned out by the modern laun- dress. Such soft lines are undoubt- edly ideal for ‘taking’ home em- broidery, and the girl with nimble fingers and a tiny allowance will do best to centre her attention on these. Feather Band Softens. The irregular line of the surface of the 1906 feather bands for turbans softens the effect somewhat around the face, and is therefore likely to prove becoming to many who were not suited by the rather severe line of the plain bands. This irregular surface is a distinctly new touch. Grapes For Hats. Grapes in natural looking purple or white clusters or in artificial col- | ors are among the popular hat gar- nishments. ! the shoulders and are supplied with patch pockets, while the curved seam half yards twenty-seven, eight yards ; at the back means most satisfactory lines. There is a regulation collar with lapels at the neck and the sleeves are made in two pieces with turn-over cuffs. The quantity of material required for the medium size (fourteen years) is three and seven-eighth yards twen. ty-seven, two and a quarter yards forty-four, or two yards fifty-twe inches wide. ‘ } Has many aches and pains caused by weaknesses and falling, or other displace- ment, of the pelvic organs. Other symp toms of female weakness are frequent headache, dizziness, imaginary specks or dark spots floating before the eyes, gnaw= i.g sensation in stomach, dragging or bearing down in lower abdominal or pelvie reion, disagreeable drains from pelvie organs, faint spells with general ees, 1f any considerable number of the above gymptoms sre present there is no remody h {ve quicker relief or a more per- than Dr. Pierce's Favorite t has a record of over forty tains not a drop of alcohol or harmful, or habit-forming drugs. Its ingredients are all printed on the bottle-wrapper and at- tested under oath as correct. Every ingredient entering into “Fa- vorite Prescription” has the written en- dorsement of the most eminent medical writers of all the several schools of prac- tice—more valuable than any amount of non-professional testimonials—though the Jatter are not lacking, having been con- tributed voluntarily by grateful patients in numbers to exceed the endorsements given to any other medicine extant for the cure of woman's ills. You cannot afford to accept any medicine of unknown composition as a substitute for this well proven remedy OF KNOWN COMPOSITION, even though the dealer may make a little more profit thereby. Your interest in regaining health is paramount to any selfish interest of his and it is an insult to your intelligence for him to try to palm off upon you a substitute. You know what you want and it is his busi- ness to supply the article called for. Dr. Pierce’s Pleasant Pellets are the original “Little Liver Pills” first put up by old Dr. Pierce cver forty years ago, much imitated but never equaled. Little sugar-coated granule$—easy to-take as candy. Hindoos Get Jobs. Owing to the restriction of Chi nese immigrants in Canada during the last few- years large numbers of Hndoos have been coming into the port of Vancouver and securing work as laborers in mills and mines. WORST CASE OF ECZEMA. Spread Rapidly Over Body-Limbs and Arms Had to Be Bandaged—Mar- velous Cure by Cuticura. “My son, who is now twenty-two years of age, when he was four months o'd be- gan to have eczema on his face, spreading quite rapidly until he was nearly covered. We had all the doctors around us, and some from larger places, but no one helped him a particle, The eczema was “some thing terrible, and the doctors said it wa# the worst case they ever saw. At times his whole body and face were covered, all but his feet. 1 had to bandage his limbs and arms; his scalp was just dreadfal. A friend teased me to try Cuticura, and 1 began to use all three of the Cuticura Remedies. He was better in two months, | and in six months he was well. Mrs. R. L. Risley, Piermont, N. H., Oct. 24, 1905.” Every month about 3,700 articles are left in the Berlin street cars by their owners, about 600 of them being women’s purses. » The Ideal Family Laxative is one that can be used by the entire family, young and old, weak and strong, without any danger of harmful effects. It should have properties which insure the same dose always having the same effect, otherwise the quantity will have to be in- creased and finally lose its effect alto- gether. These properties can be found in that old family 1emedy, Brandreth’s Pills, because its ingredients are of the purest herbal extracts, and every pill is kept for three years before being sold, which al- lows them to mellow. We do not believe there is a laxative on the market that is so carefully made. Brandreth’s Pills are the same fine lax- ative tonic pill your grandparents used. They have been in use for over a century and are sold in every drug store and medi cine store, either plain or sugar-coated. In London on September 4 there were 19,998 registered motor cars. Mrs. Winslow's Soothing Syrup for Children teething,softens thegums,reducesinflamma- tion, allays pain, cures wind colic, 25¢a bottle Voicanic Dust Reaches Paris. Paris was overspread with a dry, yellowish fog the morning of April 11 of this year. A scientist, believ- ing that the fog had been caused by the eruption of Mount Vesuvius, plaec- ad upon the rcof of his dwelling a series of plates covered with glycerin 0 catch the dust in the fog. It was was found that part of the deposit on -he plates was a very fine sand, com- oletely identical with the ash sent up by Vesuvius in 1822. In addition to this sand the fog contained some per- ‘ectly spherical globules of oxidized ron. Thousands of women suffer daily backache, headache, dizzy spells, languor, nervousness and a dozen other symptoms of kid. 1°y trouble, but lay it to other causes. Make no mistake. Keep the kidneys well, and these aches and troubles will disappear. Mrs. Anthony Cadrette, 77 Mechanic St., Leomins- ter, Mass., says: ‘My sight failed, I had sharp pain in my back and bear- ing-down pains through the hips. I was nervous, fretful and miserable. The urine was greatly disordered and { began to have the swellings of iropsy. 1 was running down fast when I started using Doan's Kidney pills. A wonderful change came and after using them faithfully for a short time I was well.” Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a box. 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