Jasper County Democrat, Volume 6, Number 30, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 31 October 1903 — Page 6

ALL FOR A TITLE; or THE BANKER’S WARD.

By ALBERT H.

“John Q. Keiffer A C 0.,” “ Won By Strategy,” “ Tho Tramp’s Stroke,’’ »No. 2,001,” Etc. Copyright. 1903. By Cmicaoo Wawararte Vmiom.

CHAPTER I. Herbert Marsden, the wealthiest banker in Easton, stood, one morning, at the famlace of his magnificently furnished ggig adorned dining room ready to open teg letter he held in his hand. His fea{gf«s were gloomy ea he adjusted his gfasiirt and scanned the address. Tuninghis head from the entrance he did fiOt notice the presence of a beautiful girl whose steps had beeu*muffled by the bteVV Smyrna carpet. “From Victor T. Raymond, of course, fee said, Impatiently. "His handwriting It aalte familiar; but I wonder what & the world the young 41*an has written it this letter to my atep-daughter, and Whtt will be the outcome of this affair? jjjither this Mr. Raymond is present iu person or he fills his absence with letters. This must be changed! Were he fat she sou of a millionaire father I Wouldn't object; but now —no! Harold, tey partner, gave him n lucrative position in our banking firm; nevertheless, I prefer to keep him at n distance now. However, Harold, who is an old and experiMoad business man, knew only too well •hat he was doing. But how shall I dispose of this letter? Shall I give it <0 Beatrice? No, it may induce her to Qammlt some foolish net —to upset some of my matrimonial projects for her. As the matter stands, this correspondence teems too intimate —it doesn't suit me at til. I will keep the letter!” Suddenly he was aroused from his monologue by a hand l which lightly, yet tonlj, touched his shoulder, accompanied With the words: “Papa, please give me my letter!” “Who told you it was yours?” asked the banker. “I know it’s mine,” the girl replied, taxing unflinchingly upon him. Herbert Marsden was of a haggard, though robust, stature, with strong, Erring gray eyes and commanding feast. His smooth-shaven chin, under bloodless lips and bristling eye-brows, •Dd his cynical expression rendered his Matures almost severe. Involuntarily his presence exhaled an icy atmosphere, but this did not deter Beatrice Albenson, Who, though young, possessed firmness of trill And character aud the mild luster of her dark-brown eyes revealed such a Warm, deep-souled expression that even the most obstinate anger usually became •OOthed. Not so with Herbert Marsden; he hated his stepdaughter because she always reminded him of the past. Besides he attitude of her form and the beautiful lineaments of her face called to his mind a hated rival. Before the banker’s wife had died — two years previous to the opening of our Story —she entrusted to hU care her IG-rear-old daughter, but she did not realise the full Importance of the trust •he had given the man who had loved her from early youth with an unshaken affection. Marsden had conferred his flnt love upon her and had asked for her hand; but Laura Trevor was then engaged to an artist, whose acquaintance the had made quite by accident, and she eould not oppose tho ardent impulses of her heart. Marsden’s honest proposal, hie prominent and secure position in the •Octal world, vanished before the romantic nimbus of her henrt’s idol, whose future was utterly insecure. Thus she msrried Otto Albenson, the artist, and Herbert Marsden, until then • happy and merry man, became earnest •ad gloomy. Tha change in his disposition wa# at first scarcely perceptible, hut it became fully apparent in tho COUMS of time. He began to avoid the companionship of other people, his previous kindness and warm nffection grew nutty lu consequence of solicitude, and made him a perfect misanthrope. Step by step, Marsden took cognizance •f hit rival’s life-battle to secure an existence free from care, but the artist soon succumbed. Otto Albenson did not aicceed In climbing the ladder of fame, ■ landscape and other sketches did not find a profitable market, and soon he stood with bis wife and child, the little Beatrice, on the brink of misery’s terrible abyss. The words once sweetly whispered were realized: a kiss often being the subetltute for a supper. This condition of domestic affairs naturally undermined the health of the couple, and later, Otto contracted a severe cold, from fanprud ent exposures, and died. Than it waa that Marsden proffered his assistance to the poor, grieved widow and her 8-year-old child, which was finally, though reluctantly, accepted. When one year had rolled by they were fiaarried. Herbert Marsden had still loved his wife with the same fervor as In the past, although from the start he entertained such an aversion toward his stepdaughter that he could not enduro her presence any longer, and had urged hie wife to aend the girl to a seminary; and, notwithstanding he saw his wish fulfilled, he remained gloomy. The death of her mother was a severe misfortune to Beatrice; and, during her stay at the seminary, which was extended to her eighteenth year, nobody felt torilned to comole her. Nevertheless with her last breath, her mother had whispered Beatrice’s name, and had mads her husband solemnly promise to take care of the child. Her last, thought had not lingered on the husband, who had lored her (dike in.misery and affiuence for more than a score of years, and how could be forget this when Beatrice’s pass Sacs constantly reminded him of the past? The only people Mrs. Marsden had loan intimately acquainted with were Oenoral Raymond, Ms wife and their only son Victor, to whom she waa fondly attached, as be always consoled her to endure the separation from her daughter Beatrice. During vacations Beatrice and Titter met dally and aeetaed an inseparable pair. General Raymond was the jiimgset son of William Raymond, who terns of ancient nobility. He had falthS given his services to Ms country hie term had expired, and than took ap hia abode In Beaton, whan he hoped

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to paee hie remaining days with his brother Harold. Victor, though destined to follow a military career later on, aaw hia plans frustrated by the low of hie father’s immense wealth, and Gen. Raymond was forced to accept hia brother's offer of Installing him as bookkeeper in the banking firm of Marsden A Raymond. When Beatrice had attained the age of 18 and had finished her studies at the seminary, she returned to her stepfather’s home, and Marsden, who had always closely observed her actions, did not full to notice her intimate friendship with Victor Raymond, and he resolved to terminate this love affair as soon as a proper occasion presented Itself. As a strict business man he had planned his step-daughter’s future; the thought of any opposition to his Ideas had never entered bis mind. Victor Raymond had not allowed the rhort time of Beatrice’s return to pnsa in vain. Repeatedly he had seen the girl—more often alone —and both had soon mapped out their future plans. Marsden had calculated differently. The first thing to do, he thought, was to check further correspondence, so that Victor could readily understand his intentions in regard to Beatrice; but Victor did not intend to be caught by his machinations, and Maraden’e haughty, immovable features flushed at this detection. The two figures standing opposite one another made a moat singular contrast. "And who are you that dare control my actions?” demanded the banker, whose pupils revealed the vehemence of hia anger. “I am Beatrice Albenson, the daughter of ” "Of her first husband,” he interrupted. “But be seated, and let ue attend to our breakfast.” "Yes, papa, as soon as you give me my letter; it Is his handwriting—l mean Mr. Raymond's,” she added, a little Impatiently. “And how long, if I may make so bold ns to ask, has his —this Mr. Raymond's —handwriting been familiar to you?” “Oh, ever so long—for years,” 6he said. “Ah! and —well, we’ll drop this subject for the present Anyway, this letter is addressed to me,” he added, putting the unopened letter In his pocket and buttoning bis coat "Oh, papa, you will not be so unkind. I saw my name quite distinctly—quite sure—on the envelope. Only look once more and you will perceive your error,” sho implored. "I never err; now take your seat” He rang the bell violently, while Beatrice stood trembling from excitement “The hreakfast, John,” ordered the banker, addressing the servant who had responded to his ring. Mechanically and mutely Beatrice sat opposlto him and rcarcely partook of anything. Marsden did not pay much attention to her, and after breakfast read the morning papers. Finally he arose to leave the room, and Beatrice knew her last hope would vanish Jf he were once outside, for then she would never get the missive. "For my dear mother’s sake, papa, please give me tha letter,” oh* pleaded once tnore. The banker was silent a moment and then said: "Beatrice, I demand more common sent* from you. The letter is addressed to me; and, aa we have touched the subject again, let me hell you once for all, such scenes are not pleasant to me. You have ceased to be a school girl,” and turning, ha left the room. Beatrice stood as if rooted to the spot for some time; only the ceaseless ticking of the clock interrupting the silence. Suddenly two arms lovingly encircled her neck. “Victor!" exclaimed the girl, joyfully, and the dark clouds were dispersed as if by magic.

CHAPTER 11. “Yes, it Is I, darling; your own Victor,” ha assured, embracing Beatrice fondly. “Did you expect me? But you look so agitated. Has something happened ?” “No, Victor; I waa only a little frightened. It must have been the surprise of seeing you so unexpectedly.” “Unexpectedly? Did I not write you I would be at liberty today? Did you not get my letter?” “No, Victor, I did not; and you shall hear why. We must henceforth write with more caution. Your letter, Victor, pasrsd through strange hands. It was received by Mr. Marsden, not by me. I contended for it, but he declared positively it was hia." “Can be be mistaken in the address, Beatrice?’ “Not In the least. I stood only two feet distant and overheard his remarks concerning the letter. He kept it intentionally.” “I hope lie will not make uncle rebellious. Those who would not hesitate at opening lateen may commit other deeds.” “Victor," replied Beatrice, laying her shapely white hand upon his shoulder, “I am sun he has, ax yet, not read it Perhaps he lx only trying to hinder further correspondence and will return it” “Maybe, but doubtless he will now forbid my vtaiting yon. Marsden knows I do not possess a fortune, besides he favors the Kit of Count Bozell. Everybody la expecting you to become a countses.” “Oh, Victor,” Interjected Beatrice, “you are certainly joking. I Countess Boselir “Bat it lx true. The count commands high rank and an exalted position, for which, my darling, you would repay him with wear wealth—that la, I mean, your step-father’s design. , Your marriage would come up to tee standard at modarm matrimony—you cancel his debts sad h«aamx a isautsss, while I— Oh, Bea-

trice, my angel, my only Joy, tt this should be my fata, it would kill me. Oh. if I only bad the power to aare yon! Would you be happy to be my wifsl” ha asked passionately, and then ha press ad her to hia heart and looked into her eyas. "I cannot offer more than an humble home.” “What more do I need If I bare yonr true love ?” “But you are only 18, and Herbert Marsden ia your legal guardian. Three years yet to wait —three endless yean. What may not happen during that time ?” • “Do not get excited, Victor,” ahe consoled, “we are both young yet and can well afford to wait Of course, three years seem endlees, but if we are faithful to each other, the burden will not seem half so heavy.” “You are right, always right, darling. Patiently and faithfully we will wait And now, let a kits be the seal of our compact,” said Victor, tenderly, and embracing his beloved. “Nothing shall separate ns, and if I may never become your wife nobedy else shall ever call me his own. You, and only you, will I marry.” “Bravo!” he rethumed. “Come what will, we will find comfort and courage in our mutual love. We mute now think of a plan for the future. Our case requires a certain amount of consideration, for if Marsden ha# read that letter, in which I hinted that the rumor of your approaching marriage with the count is becoming more known, he willnot only forbid my entrance into hia house, but will also take steps to prevent us from corresponding.” “Alas! how bad would our existence be then?” responded Beatrice, bowing her head; "but, Victor, I can etiU «es and greet you from the window.” “Of course, darling, but Marsden would stop even that, as soon as he detected It, and perhaps discharge- me from his employ, so that I would lose the only chance of seeing and communicating with you—not to know anything about you, nor to hear—even the thought ia unbearable! Therefore, let us see how we can keep your guardian in ignorance ax long as needs be.” “Yes, yes, but how?” Inquired Beatrice. Suddenly an idea came to her mind. “I hare it!” rhe exclaimed, Joyfully. “Papa himself shall lend us a helping hand.” “What! would yon intrust our letters to his care?” he Inquired, gazing incredulously upon her. “Why, he would never consent to It.” ■ “It is not necessary that he should; only listen; Is It not his daily custom when he goes to and from the bank to be assisted In getting on his coat by one of the employee?" “Yes; I have assisted him many a time myself.” “Well, then, listen,” and involuntarily she lowered her roice aa if fearing to betray her secret. “I will loosen a little bit of the collar padding of his overcoat, sow in a small pocket, and in the morning, before he awakens I will write you a letter, show great attention to my step-father in helping to don his overcoat, and carefully watch that all lx right You must also bestow the same attention upon him at the bank. Thus we can write as often as we choose, and can even meet occasionally after having made a written appointment. Is it not a good plan, Victor?” “Yes, darling,” agreed Victor. “In addition to this,” Beatrice continued, “I will not keep my love for you a secret any longer, as it would be useless. I will tell my guardian that I can only become your wife, which, I hope, will have the devired effect upon him—not to force Count Boaell’s company upon me.” Just then the door opened and Herbert Marsden came toward them, his features pale as death and disfigured by wild anger. (To be continued.!

THE PROSE OF BLUSHING.

Showing How Little Doctors Know About the Ancient "Art." Blushing Is not an art, neither is it a sign of ill-breeding, as some unkind people maintain. The fact lx, It la just as natural for some persons to turn pale. The same laws of nature which govern the one rule govern the other. The capillaries, or small blood vessels, which connect the arteries and veins of the body, form, particularly over the cheeks, a network so fine that It is necessary to employ a microscope to distinguish them. Ordinarily the blood passes through these vessels in normal quantities, leaving only the natural complexion. But when some sudden emotion takes possession of the heart its action Increases and an electric thrill instantly leaps to the cheeks. The thrill is nothing more than the rush of blood through the invisible capillaries just beneath the delicate transparent surface of the skin, says the St. James Gazette. The causes that bring about this condition in the circulating system ate called mental stimuli. They consist of joy, anger, shame and many other emotions. Sudden horror, remorse or fear, on the contrary, influence the nerves which control the blood vessels, and the face becomes white. Blushing and pallor result from the sudden action of the mind on the nervous system. So If the mind be forewarned and prepared for emotions, both habits can at least be partially overcome. But when the nervous system is highly strung it would be s life-long it not a futile task to endeavor to effect s perfect cure. It is the nervous girl who blushes easily, while the girl stolid by nature, or who by conventional education has her nerves under perfect control, seldom blushes.

Her Devoutest Hope.

~ A professor was explaining to the top class at the girls’ high school tha theory according to which the human frame Is completely renewed every seven years, and addressing one of his pnplls he said: “Thai, Miss A ,in seven years you will be Miss Ai— — no longer.” “I devoutly hops that may be so,” said the young lady, demurely casting down her eyas.—Tlb-Blts. Importations of precious stones 1902 amounted to 188.412,000 gad tha horns product was SBIB,BOO.

FARM AND GARDEN

THE FARMYARD IN SPRING. How it usually looks after the long winter of the north country! Bits of board, scraps of bone, perhaps brought there by the dog, or, what la worse, thrown out there after dinner; wisps of straw, scraps of paper and all manner of Cebrifr scattered there during the cold days of winter, come to light, now that the snow has vanished. What about it? It ought to be cleared up. You know It. THen why not do it? We live In this world but once. Life is precious to most of us. Pity the man of whom this is not true. More than we xnow or realize our health and length of life depend upon our farm surroundings. The air we breathe, the water we drink, the light which comes In through our windows, all have much to do with the length of our days and the Joy of living. All the waste material left by the winter days will surely decay ts left where it is, and decay means malaria, which is simply the latter day big word for bad air. The hashing from this decaying matter floats along the surface of the ground until it finds its way into the well, bringing back to us impurities which pass into the food we eat and the water we drink. The house drains get stopped and need opening. But, putting aside all considerations of health, look at the matter from an aesthetic standpoint. How much better it looks to pass a farmhouse the grounds of which are well kept! You have noticed this. You cannot help it. About houses owned by those who “have no time for such things” you have seen indisputable proofs of the fact that the man who lives there thinks that all is of farming is "the money he can get out of the place. Nine times out of ten, If you really knew the family sheltered by that house, you would find them ill natured, hard worked and generally unhappy. Life has little meaning to its members. Every thing about the farm corresponds to the appearance of the grounds around the house. No doubt the boys and girls are just aching to get away from the home to the city. The rundown and slipshod way of keeping the house yard may be taken as a sure index of all the other methods of the farmer. The trim and neat farm yard betokens a thrifty and happy farmer and contented children. Home is not simply a place to live in overnight. It is home in the fullest sense of the word. Around it centres all that makes life worth living. The children may go away, but their hearts will ever turn back to the old place. It pays from more than one standpoint to make the farmhouse as nied as possible. The expense is not great and the return beyond estimate. Then, take time to clean up.—E. L. Vincent, in New York Tribune Farmer. MUTTON SHEEP. We are yet behind our, English competitors in the raising and fattening of mutton sheep. Any one who has ever eaten a genuine Southdown mutton chop has little need to be told of # its superiority; indeed there is no comparison. There is none of the rank, wooly taste so often noticed in our American mutton. Prime mutton is one of the most wholesome of meats, but on account of its price and scarcity very little enters into the diet of the working classes, tq whom it would be of great benefit. In the West, where both the climate and natural grasses combine to render it one of the best sheep-growing sections of the world, the raising of good mutton sheep may be attended with profit. In fact, all who have tried it have met with success. One of the best breeds of sheep for mutton and wool Is the Southdown. This is the favorite English mutton breed, and is probably one of the oldest breeds, being well known at the time William the Conqueror entered England. From them the Oxford downs have sprung. The Bize is medium, though the body is much larger than it appears, from the fact that they are very shortlegged. A thoroughbred Southdown should have a dark brown face and black legs. The wool is about four Inches long, thick and close; the fieeces average from eight to twelve pounds per head. They are docile and become very tractable with kind management They will not bear herding in as large herds as the merinos, but are more easily herded. They are excellent mothers, taking the best care of their young, and very prolific. They will attain a weight at two years old, of from one hundred and seventy-five to two hundred pounds, or more, and may readily be fattened at any age, for which reason they are particularly valuable for market purposes, as the lambs mature early.— Philadelphia Record. POULTRY FOR WINTER. Those who raise poultry for eggs have probably selected the young stock for winter laying, and they should be located where they are getting all the green food they Leed, yet not running over too much area. After spending all of the summer on a range of considerable size, it Is a good plan to bring the pullets ia near-

er the house and give them a smaller range; room enough to get plenty of exercise, but not enough so they will run off the muscle and weight gained during the summer. They must not go Into winter quarters fat, but they should be plump and with enough vitality to stand the confinement. If any are ailing separate from the rest of the flock, and If they are not readily cured by simple remedies, kill them and burn the carcasses, bearing in mind that one can not afford to take an ailing bird into winter quarters. Provide a place for the surplus cockerels, so that they will not trouble the pullets or hens, and as soon as they can be put In proper shape sell them for what they will bring. Be certain, however, the best specimens have been selected for keeping up the strain. Use these selected cockerels for mating with the older hens at breeding season, and the pullets of the* past spring mate to a two-year-old cock. —Indianapolis News. TOO MUCH LIME USED. That many soils are benefited by lime there is no doubt, but it should be used with discretion, remembering that it is simply a sweetener of the soil and an agent in bringing into use the other chemicals in the soil. Its fertilizing value Is so small that It may be properly said not to be a fertilizer. In many localities lime is used yearly in quantities ranging from fifty to one bundred bushels an acre. This is too much, and while It may do no special harm it does no good, hence is a waste. A light application, twenty to thirty bushels an acre, is sufficient, and should not be applied more frequently than every three or four years, unless the soil is decidedly sour, which may be determined by the litmus paper test, when the applications may be more frequent. If this test shows a decidedly sour soil the applications should be at the rate of twenty-five bushels the acre for two years In succession, then skip two years, then apply for one year twenty-five bushels an acre. This will be sufficient for three years, and the crops will be all that the applications of lime can make them. If proper fertilization of the soil is done there ought to be no further trouble with sour soil. —lndianapolis News. CARN AND COW-PEAS. I planted the corn in alternate spaces of four or five feet, so that I could get double drill In the five-foot space. After the corn was up, I ran the drill through the five-foot spoce and put the cow-peas in six feet from the com row. The pea took to the corn better than I expected. It was cut by hand with a hook cutter. In this way the stock was cut and it was easily bandied. Twenty to twenty-five per cent, more labor was required to handle it In this way than to handle the com alone. The object in planting was to get a stock of com and a stock of peas eight inches apart. Ido not imagine there would have been any perceptible difference In the amount of com raised If I had not put in the cow-peas. The entire yield was 160 tons. We fed it all winter, and the cows like it very much; equally as well as the com silage. They commenced on it about the first of last month. They ran out until the weather got cold. Since being brought in they are doing well, either from being warmly housed or from the feed.—H. M. Palmer, in The Cultivator.

PRACTICAL POULTRY POINTS. Introduce new blood among the poultry. Give the fowls especial care during the moulting season. Oil meal will assist and hasten tha moulting process. Do not expect to get good, pure-bred poultry for six cents per pound. Keep the henhouse clean and sweet Hens should have food and drink at regular intervals. Treat your fowls gently and they will be tame and look to you for kindness. Save all the droppings for future use. Give your fowls plenty of room; save crowding. Keep the roosts saturated with kerosene. Keep the henhouse free from lice and the hens also. % Feed Balt very sparingly; large amounts often prove fatal to them. Save your jecond crop clover; cut it up and feed it with a mixture of bran. Do not forget a supply of fresh water; an egg is nine-tenths water. VALUE OF BUTTERMILK. Buttermilk Is a valuable food for both man and beast It Is that portion of Hie milk or cream left after the fat has been removed. It contains nitrogen, potash, phosphoric acid, soda, and a certain proportion of milk sugar. A ton of buttermilk possesses a manorial value of two dollars. It la a more valuable food than many sop* pose. The cocoannt palm has leaves Measly thirty feet long.'

THE FIRST RJITIOinL BARK op ncMiMiAcn, isoAddison Park Ison, Pres. John M. Wasson. Vice Pres. K. L. Hollingsworth. Cashier DMMHoa is wi nisaia a* nu'stMMiMiM •Fat* sankOpened March 2, 1908, at the old location, NORTH SIDS PUBLIC SQUARB. A general banking business transacted; deposits reoelved. payable on time or on demand. Money loaned on acceptable security 1 Drafts on all cities at borne and abroad bought and sold. Collection of notes-and accounts s specialty. Q per cent, term loans. Your Business Solicited.

Chicago to the Northwest, Indianapolis, Cincinnati and the South, Louisville, and French Lick Springs. Rensselaer Time-Table, In Effeot June 29,1902. Sooth Bound. 80. 6—Louisville Mail, (dally ).„,... 10 :55a.m. Haute—lndianapolis Mail, (dally).. 2.-01 p. m. No. 39—Milk accomm., (daily) 6:IS p. m. No. B—LouisvilleExpress, (dally).. 11 :25 p. in. ♦No. 45—Local freight 2:40 p.m. No.Bl—Past Mall 4:495.m. North Bound. No. 4—Mail, (daily).... 4:30 sum. No. 40—Milk aocomm., (daily) 7:31a.m. No. 33—Fast Mail, (daily) 9:55 a.m. No. S—Mail and Express, (daily)... 3:30 p.m. SNo.3o—Cin.to Chicago Yes. Mail.. 0:32p.m. INo. 38—Cin. to Chicago 2:57 p. m. •No. 40—Local freight 9:55 a.m. •Daily except Sunday. {Sunday only, Hammond has been made a regular stop for No. 80. No. tt and 83 now stop at Cedar Lake. Fbahk J. Rxid, G. P. A m W. H. McDoxii, President and Gen. M’g’r, Csuls. H. Hooiwkll, Traffic M'g'r, OMIOAaO. If. H. Bus, Agent. Rensselaer.

CITY, TOWHSHIP UND COUWTY DiRECTQRY. CITT OFFICERS. Mayor.... J. H.B. Bill* Marshal Mel Abbott ■lerk Charles Morlan Treasurer James H. Chapman Attorney Geo. A. Williams Civil Engineer J. C. Thrawls Fire Chid C. B. Steward COCBCTLOTH. Ist ward Henry Wood, Fred Phillips Id ward W. S. Parks, B. F. Ferguson Bd ward J. C. McColly, Peter Wasson COUNTY OFFICERS. Clerk ~ John F. Major Sheriff Abram G. Hardy Auditor W. C. Babcock Treasurer R. A. Parkison. Recorder Robert B. Porter Surveyor ~...Mvrt B. Price Coroner Jennings Wright Supt. Public Schools Louis H. Hamilton Assessor John R. Phillips oouxissionrbs. Ist District Abraham Halleck tnd District Frederick Way mire Drd District Charles T. Denham Commissioners’ court—First Monday of each month. COUNTY BOARD OF EDUCATION. JBUBXaXfI. TOWNSHIPS. Joseph Stewart Hanging Grove IJohn Ryan Gillam Lewis Shrier Walker Rlias Arnold Barkley Charles M. Blue .Marlon John Bill Jordan Geo. M. Wiloox Newton S. L. Luce Keener Thomas F. Maloney Kankakee Stephen D. Clark Wheat field Albert J. Bellows Carpenter William T. Smith Mllroy Barney D. Comer Union Louis H. Hamilton. Co. Supt Rensseleer G. K. Hollingsworth Rensselaer George 8e55e........ Remington Geo. O. Stembel Wheatneld JUDICIAL. Circuit Judge Charles W. Hanley Proseouting attorney John D. Sink Terms of Court.—Second Monday in February, April, September and November. 1 Monarch Malleable Iron ■ not crack, warp or . ■ rlSHvljrflSKiflT hroak. Pol BeM IdIBIII r| l»hed ,teel street body ren • Whale. paint or wdow enamel. Prut. I frames ” o * n *J sBtrSSSTr I ee steam boiler. Any Special esolpFret Trial. M|f | ißflf “™tddealer ITiV°SI doe, not ‘I -I—i * ■ 11 reiD 400 handle !■ MILS, nanaie W U BMSn'II with alMonarch MMV «. , WB Will IB| l|l ll I 1 ship any • 1 forthw. where any Monarch Range selected, freight prepaid, without a cent In adranec. Glee MSSDATSTBst. Then Mnd the money or return rang# at our coat. Foetal will bring yon catalogue, particulars and prices. ■m aa . Not a picture bat a pertoy monaren free: tact reproduction of on range. Bend three twocent etampe pum for poetege and packing. 4bmWf»i Mailable Iron Danse Co, t9i Lake St, BEAVER DAM.Wb. 'OBI Recently St. Loots, Me. restores VITALITY Man W^thsrtOTMS^k»Od^*. 1 B«eR wUlnteau'thatflL? TsrtVnriiLsadsM their youthful mdSSraitoa M sad lSSt^i otter. It tan be canted la sssl pocket. By asail, jU>>»ls*sM t erßi ttM-OOiMkhsM* sms written ruarantM tm ms gg mml jaie. is Rensselaer by J, A. Lank Korrtg' Eagßgli Stable Liniment Oam._Bnttsp, JcraSshsw y, riMiiii ■* fTi !■ Mi *7 A. F. Leafs