Orland Zenith, Volume 5, Number 32, Orland, Steuben County, 12 October 1904 — Page 3

“From eleven to twelve suit yon, Randal?” said Mr. Royston, not dreaming of what was coming. "If so, I shall be in the library at that time.” “Thanks, uncle, that will do admirably.” And then they go into the drawing room.

DAVIS’ LETTER IS OUT.

The Discovery of the Potato.

Democratic Vice Presidential Candidate on the Issues.

Sir Walter Raleigh is commonly credited with having Introduced the potato to civilization, but it is certain that one Hawkins, a slave trader, and Sir Francis Drake were both ahead of him in taking it to England. To Raleigh, however, rightfully belongs the credit for having brought potatoes to the attention of Queen Elizabeth in 15G8. Their merit was long in being recognized. “The complete gardener,” an English book published in 1719, made no mention at all of them.

Maggie’s Heart

Henry G. Davis’ letter of acceptance sf the Democratic nomination for Vice President is brief, and the candidate’s comments upon the issues of the campaign have the conciseness and, in several instances, the abruptness of marginal notes. He devotes a paragraph each to the expenses of government, the army, Panama, imperialism, trusts, local self-gov-ernment, arbitration, the civil service and bis running mate, Alton B. Parker. To the subject of the tariff lie gives three paragraphs.

"Who is for a game of whist?” asked Mr. Royston. “Not I,” said Randal; "I can’t be quiet to-night. Besides, I want to talk to May.”

CHAPTER XXII1. —(Continued.)

trilled out passionately. And when it is finished and the candles are lighted again, Randal is in love, and Maggie is blushing, and trembling, and hoping, with a sensation she has never felt before.

And now they are all very busy expecting Randal home, and it needs no magician to read May’s heart, though Maggie has never given it a thought. She reads his letters again and again, flushes and pales when his name is mentioned, and trembles with delight as she thinks how soon she shall see her cousin once more. For she loves him dearly; so much so ,that she has never hinted it even to Maggie. And so time went on. till one bright afternoon Maggie and May were just ■coming out of the opening in the brown woods, laughing and talking merrily, when suddenly May started, turned pale, and throwing down the portfolio she was carrying, cried suddenly, as a young man met them, “Why, it is Cousin Randal!” Then she had stepped eagerly forward and given him her hand, and he had bent down for the usual cousinly kiss and embrace, and she had turned away to hide her bright, happy tears. Maggie was introduced, and the young man looked at her with great eyes of admiration, and said, softly, ‘‘Somehow, Miss Duncombe, I fancy I have had the pleasure of seeing you before somewhere.” And Maggie shakes her head softly, and says she thinks not.

So the two sit down, and Maggie plays so badly that Mr. Royston wins the first game, which he announces with a chuckle of delight. But the room is empty by this, and May and Randal are in the conservatory, half-concealed by a flowering shrub. Presently he speaks to her—very softly, very lovingly, as in the old days, before the dark, bewitching woman had ever been heard of at Changmoor, and seats her comfortably in oiie of the lawn chairs that are scattered here and there through the glass building, “I have something to tell you. May. X may confide in you. may 1 not?” She murmurs something, and he presses her hand; and she returns the pressure ever so gently, and then he continues. "You know, May, how I have always come to you in all my' from the time we were children together, how often you have consolied me, and how dearly 1 have always loved you?” She whispers, “Yes, Randal,” aud there is no pretense now to keep back the happy tears. “Seeing this, he says, “Dear Sister May!” and kisses her cheek. And then he goes on, never heeding the paling face or the frightened, half-petulant attempts to withdraw her hand. “Well, dear, ns I have always brought you my grief first, so to-night I bring you my joy to share with me, and to Ijell you first my happy secret. I think you must have half guessed it before this. I am in love —have been for twelve months past; am now, with all my heart and soul, with the loveliest, sweetest girl that was ever created to make a man happy: aud she returns it, May. Y'on sympathize with me, do you not, dearest?”

So the delicious evening passes away, and the silver moon, and (he blue sky, and the whispering leaves alone are witness to Randal’s murmur as ho strolls up and down the terrace, weaving heaven only knows what happy fancies for the future, and building air castles for another life besides his own.

The name came from the Haytian batata, or Mexican patate. It is called “Irish potato” because the Irish were the first Europeans to generally cultivate it. It is now, however, one of the chief crops of France and Germany.

“The times are propitious for the reinstatement of tlie Democratic party in control of the government,” says Mr. Davis by way of introduction. “The public mind is being disillusioned of the pretension of the Republican party, so long and so arrogantly made, that the material prosperity of the country depends upon its own ascendancy. Thoughtful and patriotic people are becoming more and more distrustful of the heady and personal element of the present administration. and are more than willing to see it replaced by one that better recognizes constitutional and other lawful restraints. They demand that the present wasteful extravagance in the expenditure of the money, drawn by taxation from tlie industry of the people, shall cease, and that economy and honesty in the public service shall be again regarded as virtues in the high places of tlie government.”

It was a native of the mountainous districts from Chile to Mexico. It la of the nightshade family, which includes also tobacco, belladonna, tomato, egg plant and pepper.

May, in her chamber, is kneeling and whispering a thankful prayer that her darling has returned to her, shedding many happy tears as the moonlight strikes the white bed.

Snre Cure at East.

And Maggie, awaking, for the first time, to the knowledge that she is a woman, with a woman’s heart beating in her breast, is looking into her mirror that does not prophesy, only flashes back her own wistful, eager face; and so all the network of love, and jealousy, and remorse, and regret is being spread over the happy household this moonlight night.

Mouticello, Miss., Oct. 3.—(Special.) ■ —Lawrence County is almost daily in receipt of fresh evidence that a sure cure for) all Kidney Troubles has at last been found, and that cure is Dodd’s Kidney Pills. Among those who have reason to bless the Great American Kidney Remedy is Mrs. L. E. Baggett of this place. Mrs. Baggett had Dropsy. Dodd’s Kidney Pills cured her. “I was troubled with my kidneys,” Mrs. Baggett says in recommending Dodd’s Kidney Pills to her friends, “my urine would hardly pass. The doctors said I had Dropsy. I have taken Dodd’s Kidney Pills as directed and am now a well woman.”

There was a hue and cry throughout the prison, and the new, governor was furious with rage. He was as unpopular witli the prison officers as he was with the prisoners themselves; and although lie swore by all that was good that, unless he was found, or the whole thing made clear, he would discharge as far as he could every official under his control, they heard him with great calmness in his official capacity, and wished in their secret hearts that the escaped prisoner would get clear off. In vain the governor fumed and fretted. and raved and strode to and fro; it did not help the matter, or do any more good than the advertising of it in evefry newspaper in the kingdom. It was never very clear, even to the clever men who inspected the grim building with a view to locking the stable door now that the steed was stolen, only that the workmen had been at work on the roof, and that there was missing a coil of rope and a workman’s rough pilot jacket. “It will be remembered.” said a newspaper paragraph, “that notwithstanding the extraordinary vigilance displayed by the governor and officials, a young man named George Temple, who was committed for five years’ penal servitude for the crime of forgery, had managed to make his escape. Nothing bad been heard of him till Wednesday last, when nearly the whole of the prison clothing, though much worn yet perfectly recognizable, was .found on the banks of the river, and there was little doubt that the unfortunate man, finding it impossible to live, . 1 tad.aaiyuujtted ...suicide, or been drowned in attempting to cross the river.’,’ This sensational paragraph was read

CHAPTER XXIV

Hailing ns the harbinger of a new era the inception of the work of building the isthmian canal, but deprecating the action of the administration which “inflicted a wound ifpon our national honor by its disregard of the rights of a weaker nation," the Democratic candidate for Vice President closes his paragraph on Panama thusl.v: AV gross offense against a friendly republic which it was helpless to resent.”

“Not at Vienna, certainly,” exclaims May, laughing. And then the gentleman takes the portfolio, aud they all walk on to the house.

Maggie steals a look at this cousin presontiy, she knows not why, except that the soft music of his voice has woke a slumbering echo in some cavern of her heart, the existence of which she has never known till now.

Dodd’s Kidney Pills cure the kidneys. Cured Kidneys strain all the impurities out of the blood. That means pure blood and a sound, energetic body. Dodd’s Kidney Pills are the greatest tonic the world has ever known.

Many unwarranted things, in the opinion of Mr. Davis, must be regarded as the first fruits of imperialism, and show how fast we are drifting toward absolutism and centralized power. Mr. Davis declares that the tariff undoubtedly is too high upon such articles as the manufacturer is able to sell cheaper abroad than at home. Relief from present conditions, he says, can come only through the success of the Democratic party. The trusts, it is declared, have grown up under Republican rule, and it is asserted that some of them are so conducted as to be pernicious and harmful to the general interests.”

She looks at him furtively, and catches his glance fixed upon her admiringly, and the first flutter of the heart she has ever felt iu her life comes to her now. And if ever there was iove at first sight, this young man loved Maggie this golden afternoon.

Brazil Has a Fine Tea. United States Consul Ayme writes from Para a recommendation of a Brazilian beverage, yerba mate tea, which Is prepared from the roasted and pulverized leaves of an evergreen forest tree.

“Yes, yes, Randal! But who—who is tlio lady?” “Miss Buncombe —-Maggie, your companion—who else could I ever love? And you have never guessed it! Oh, May, I thought your woman’s cunning would hare found it out before! Why ” But he says no more, for May throws away his baud, with a hoarse spasm of pain, and rushes from him through the lower door, and straight up into her own room.

And this meeting with two hearts, fooling their existence for the first time, a third beating with unconfessed love and passionate eagerness, is the beginning of the end. He is a very handsome man, is Randal St. John; handsome in that style of quiet, keen face, and thoughtful eyes, and high forehead, and great protective power, that is so grateful to the weak and loving girl, who, as his wife; would feel safe and secure in his strong love iu every storm through life. They reach the house presently, and Mr. Royston meets them, and shakes hands with his nephew heartily, and bids him welcome. Then there is a little pleasant jesting as to his being brought in by the ladies. And Maggie, only that her back is to the light, might be seen to have a great access of color to her cheeks.

Yerba mate is largely consumed in Paraguay and in the Brazilian States, where it is made. It is extensively consumed in Argentina, in Uruguay, and to a less extent in Chili. There is a small consumption in other States of Brazil, a small quantity is exported to'Europe and still less to the United States and Canada. Estimated exports may reach 45,000 to 57,000 tons annually.

“Why, what is the meaning of this?” exclaims Randal, with wide-open, troubled eyes. And then, with a very rueful face, he goes back to the drawing room and says, “Miss Duneombe, May has been taken ill, I am afraid. Will you kindly run up aud see it you can help her ?” Maggie had rushed up to May’s room, only to find the door locked, and to catch the faint sound of sobbing. She knocks presently, and says, “Miss Dacre— May, it is 1. Pray let me come in, dear.” . j —

AID FOR DRUNKARDS.

Salvationists Have a Novel Plan for Regeneration in Chicago.

Drunkards are to receive in Chicago this winter a degree of care and attention never bestowed on them since dipsomania overtook the descendants of the occupants of Eden’s garden. A "stretcher corps” is being organized by the Salvation army for relief work among the victims of strong drink. Before the frost has seared the autumn leaves the work >>• I . . .1 . ,

Yerba mate has a peculiar bitter, smoky taste, which is usually considered unpleasant, and this has largely operated to prevent Its more extensive use as a beverage, This smoky bitterness is chiefly due to the rude meth-

od employed for drying the leaves and - it seems likely that the improved methods of drying the mate on iron or copper pans would give a much more delicate and agreeable product. Mate is said to have all of the best qualities of coffee and tea as a stimulating health beverage, without the disadvantage of either. It is a more gentle stimulant than either and is said to be much used in the hospitals of Paris. The tree could probably be grown in southern California, perhaps in southern Texas, certainly in many parts of the Philippines.

friend. They will be picked up in the night, when irresponsible and not able to care for themselves, and in the morning instead of receiving a $5 tine—to be worked out in the bridewell—they will be given five-minute lectures on the evils of drunkenness—the lecturers being the Salvation army officers who found them intoxicated the previous evening and placed them in free beds where they might sober up. Equipped with streachers the squads of officers constituting the drunkards’ rescuers will make the rounds of the squalid districts of the city at night, pick up those Who appear to be completely overcome with liquor and carry them to one of the seven hotels maintained by the Salvation army in Chicago and in which more than 250,000 guests were accommodated last year.

They meet at dinner again, and Randal is very quiet and happy, and tells them many anecdotes of his foreign life. Mrs. Downing rises presently, and the gentlemen are left alone.

with flushed cheeks and palpitating heart by Maggie herself. It was one of her favorite amusements, reading the interesting part of the newspaper, and so she saw this minute account op his death, tills George Temple, forger and escaped convict, and for the moment that she remembered him as her husband, a great sob had risen iu her throat, a great pain in her heart: but having paid this tribute to his memory, she felt so lightsome and gay, she breathed so freely, and was so happy, that she could not stay in ttie house, but roamed into the woods, tripping along with a great joy in her heart, and a great song in her voice. She has known Kandnl St. John just twelve months —only one year—and what delight, what ecstasy she has known in that year! She stops presently, loans against the trunk of a giant oak, aud looks back to the day she met him first, when the woods were just putting on their russet suit, as they were now. “Randal.” she murmurs, with a happy sob —“Randal, my love!” Then there is a great crash through the brushwood, and the voice she knows so well, the music she loves so dearly, that fills her heart with an exquisite pain, says. “Maggie, Maggie, my dark, beautiful darling, I love you! I love you! Ob, let me tell you or my heart will break! Say I am not indifferent to you, dearest —sav you care for me ever so little! Oh, Maggie, Maggie!” and there are sobs in the young man’s voice as he looks up at her. “Love me, my darling, as I do you—as I do you!” He is kneeling here, at her feet, on the russet moss, and trembling anxiously. And what does Maggie do? She kneels beside him in an earnest, loving, womanly fashion, rare to see, and she whispers, “Randal, my sweetheart, I love you—I love you!” Then there is a passionate embrace, and they seal tHte confession with a long, loving kiss. There they sit; Randal very exacting, now, till Maggie pulls out his watch iu imperious playfulness; and, arm in arm, they stroll homeward, meeting May, across whose sweet, fair face passes a dreadful spasm of suspicion and paiu. Then to dinner, with the happy secret between them, that is to be a secret for such a few hours now, and dreaming and wandering in fairy land, this newly betrothed couple. “The world for love, and the world well lost,” is Randal’s thought as he dresses this evening, with a new joy and content irradiating his face. And May, in her own room, is speaking comfort to her heart, with a nameless fear and dread for which she cannot account, and a trembling apprehension in her voice vesq- pitiful to see. Randal does not speak of his love tonight, but says lightly, as they prepare to leave the room soon after the ladies, “If you can spare me ap hour to-morrow morning, I should be glad.”

“No. no; i fin better} (hank you,” returns a hoarse, strained voice. ‘‘Go away. I shall not come flown again. Say good night for me.” i And the wondering Matgie takes down the message, and May tups to the wall, and pressing the pillows', to her mouth, sobs ready to break her heart.

“Well, Randal, how are matters at Vienna, eh? You have got your step at last; see you an ambassador now before I die.”

“If I follow diplomacy: but I fancy I may give it up some day, and settle down.”

She gets up in the miming, bravely resolving to keep her secret well, the

“Settle down, Randal; why, what freak is this? Time enough to settle down when I am dead and gone.” And Mr. Royston speaks rather angrily, for Randal is presumptive heir to the estates, and he is fond of directing his nephew after his own plans.

She has wept her fill, aucl the tears have only left a dull, aching heart; and she feels that henceforth every day ■"'111 be a blank to her, and that her joung life, once so joyful is at an end. They meet at their sumptuous table, and May, choking back the lump in her throat, kisses Maggie as usual, and gives her hand to Kandal, find looks at him fearlessly, her heart brimful of bitter love. There is a great constraint on them all, and not one enjoys the meal; for even Mr. Koyston is meditating so deeply on the coming interview that he forgets to oat. Here is the purple and fine linen, and sumptuous fare; and in a country road, a beggar with a startled, frightened face, constantly looking over his shoulder, is saying to a good-natured looking gentleman riding by, “Sir, sir. give me something for bread!” Something in the man’s voice arrests the gentleman’s attention; possibly he is a superior sort of beggar, and so he stops his horse, and the rough man peeps up wistfully into his face. “Have you a wife?” he presently mumbles, eagerly. “Yes,” says the gentleman, smiling. “For her sake, then for her sake! Who knows that you mav not be like me, some day?” And at this the gentleman laughs, and, admiring the plea, gives the ragged fellow a shilling, and trots on. There is no connection between Changmoor House and this ragged beggar, perhaps; but misery, and unrequited love, and sorrowful hearts, come of no class or people. They run through humanity alike. (To be continued.) - Pat Balanced It. An Irish oldier- attending school which is cot ulsory when starting till after an exai. nation has taken place, had great difficulty in bringing a sum to the correct answer. “You are a shilling out, Magee,” said the inspector; “therefore you have failed again.” “Och!” says Pat, taking a shilling from his pocket, “take this, and it’ll make the sum right. Hurroo! Succeeded at last!”—Spare Moments.

CAN DRINK TROUBLE

“Well, uncle,” says the young man, softly, “I mean, of course, if I married; and I am getting rather tired of a bachelor’s life. By the by,” adds Randal, “who is this Miss 'Buncombe that May has for a governess? She seems rather a superior person for the position, does she not?” “I don’t know about that!” answered Mr. Royston, rather tartly. “She is one of the most beautiful and accomplished girls I have ever seen, and with the most perfect manners of any one I know, except May. Randal, if I was twenty years younger, I don’t say I shouldn’t be fool enough to fall in love with her myself.”

Although they won’t admit it many people who suffer from sick headaches and other ails get them straight from the coffee they drink and it is easily proved if they’re not afraid to leave it to a test as in the case of a lady in Conuellsville.

That’s One Way to Get It.

In every hotel or home maintained by the Salvation array a number of rooms will -be set aside for Che special purpose of accommodating the inebriated persons who may be brought in by the stretcher corps in the night. After they have revived their names and addresses will he taken. It they have homes and are susceptible of influence and approach, an acquaintance will be formed and social visits made at their residences. In this way the nucleus will be laid for further work, which, the army authorities believe. will ripen into an effective scheme of reform.

“I hajl been a sufferer from sick headaches for twenty-five years and any one who has ever had a bad sick headache knows what I suffered. Sometimes three days in the week I would have to remain in bed, at other times I couldn’t lie down the pain would ba so great My life was a torture, and if I went away from home for a day I always came back more dead than alive.

A very eager, startled look passes over his nephew’s face, and he says, “But where does she come from?” “Well, she was living with Mrs. Cholmondcly’s daughter, and very highly she recommended her. Not that she spoke too well of her, for I don’t know what we should do without her; but Mrs. Cholmondely—so Mrs. Downing tells me—says that she was everything that could bo desired for the position, and she has not overstated it.”

“One day I was telling a woman my troubles and she told me she knew that it was probably coffee caused it She said she had been cured by stopping coffee and using Postum Food Coffee and urged me to try this food drink. “That’s how I came to send out and get some Postum and from that time I’ve never been without it, for it suits my taste and has entirely cured all of my old troubles. All I did was tt leave off the coffee and tea and drink well made Postum in its place. This change has done me more good than everything else put together.

“t remember now. uncle, the family she lived with. I met Mrs. Grenfell, a very sweet woman. Oh, that is where she comes from, is it?” And the diplomatic young gentleman rejoices exceedingly, for here is a topic of interesting conversation with the dark beauty; so no more is said on the subject, and afterwards they go to the drawing room.

Tonnage continues to improve on the east-bound lines.

Railways are pushing themselves into every corner of the globe.

“Our house was like a drug store, for my husband bought everything he heard of to help me without doing any good, but when I began on the Postum my headaches ceased and the other troubles quickly disappeared. X have a friend who had an experience just like mine and Postum cured her just as it did me.

Texas now stands first in the railroad mileage of all the States in the Union. At St. Louis last week fourteen ticket brokers were arrested for dealing in nontransferable tickets. The Russian government will spend $11,000,000 for immediate improvements on the Trans-Siberian railway.

It is a very beautiful night, and one that will not be forgotten by any of the party for many a long day to come. The girls are playing a quiet game of chess when the gentlemen coine in, and Mrs. Downing is fast asleep with a novel in her hand, but the noise of the door opening awakes her; and the young ladies throw up their game, and presently the piano is opened, and May sings one of her little songs. Then she calls Randal and Maggie, and tells them they must sing a duet.

It has practically been agreed that the passenger associations will continue clergy permits for the year 1905. Gov. 'Blanchard of Louisiana has approved the Babington bill/ recently passed by the Legislature of that State enlarging the powers of the railroad commission so as to gite it control over joint through rates on freight and express matter.

“Postum not only cured the headaches but my general health has been Improved and X am much stronger than before. I now enjoy delicious Postum more than I ever did coffee.” Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich.

"Stay,” said Mr. Royston; “let’s have moonlight, as there is plenty of it. Blow out the candle, Randal;” and then the moonbeams stream in, and the voices begin, and rise and fall »a the words are

“There’s a reason” and it’s wort* finding out