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:by; FRANCIS Ccprlcht, 1906. CHAPTER IX. (Continued.) 1 ain't hurt none." she said, gravely. And then: "I reckon we'd better be frctttn them berries. It looks like it mljrht hower some; and paw '11 kill me If I ain't home time to get his supper." Here was an end of the pi? y time, and Tom helped industriously with the berry-picking, wonderiag the while why she kept her face turned fron him, and why hia brain was in such a turmoil, and why his hands shook so if they happened to touch hers in reaching fur the pidgin. But this new mood of herr, was morft unapproachable than the olher; and it was not until the p'.ggin was filled, and they had ben to retrace their steps together through tho fragrant wood, that she let him see her eyes again, and told him soberly of her troubles: how she was 15 and could neither read r.or write; how the workmen's children In Gordonia hooted at her and call.! h?r a mountain cracker when she went down to buy meal or to fill the molasses Jug; and. lastly, how. since her mother had died, her father had worked little and drunk much, till at times there was nothing to eat save the potatoes she raised In the little patch back of the cabin, and the berries she picked on, the mountain side. "I hain't never told anybody afore, and you mustn't tell. Tom. But times I'm scared paw 11 up and kli" me when when he ain't feelin just ript. USa some good to me when he ain't redeyed; but that air't very often, nowadays. Tom's heart swelled within him; and . this time it was not the heart of the Pharisee. There Is no lure known to the man part of the race that Is half so potent as the tale of a woman In trouble. "Does does he beat you. Nan?" he asked; and there was wrathful horror In his voice. For answer she bent her head and parted the thick black locks over a long scar. "That's where he give me one with the skillet, a year come Christmas. And this" opening her frock to show him a black-and-blue bruise on her breast "it what I got only day afore ylsterday. Tom was burning with Indignant compassion, and bursting because he could think of no adequate way" of expressing It In all his fifteen years no one had ever leaned on his before, and the sense of protectorship over thi3 abused one budded and bloomed like a Juggler's rose. "I wish I could take you home with me. Nan," he said, simply. "No, you don't." she said, firmly. "Tour mammy would call me a little heathen, same as 3he used to; and I reckon that's what I am I hain't had no chanst to be anything els4:. And you're groin to be a preacher, Tom." Why did It rouse a dull anger in his heart to be thus reminded of his own tcarce-cooled pledge made on his knees under the shadowing cedars? He could not tell; but the fact remained. "You hear me, Nan; I'm going to take care of you when I'm able. 'o matter what happens, I'm going to taka care of you," was what he said; and a low rumblinsr of thunder and a sn.ittering of rain on the leaves punctuated the promise. She looked away and was silent. Then, when the rain began to come faster: "Let's run, Tom. I don't mind cttln wet; but you mustn't. They reached the great rock sheltering the barrel-spring before the shower broke In earnest, and Tom led the way to the right. Half-way up Its southern face the big boulder held a water-wom cavity, round, and deeply hollowed, anl carpeted with cedar, needles. Tom climbed In first and gave her a hand from the mouth of the little cavern. When she was up and In, there was room In the nest-like hollow, but nono to spare. And on the Instant the summer shower shut down upon the moun tain side and closed the cave mouth , with a thick curtain. t There was no speech In that little interval of cloud-lowering and cloudlifting. The boy tried for It. woul.J have taken up the confidences whernt the storm-coming had broken them off: but it was blankly impossible. All the curious thrills foregone seemed to culminate now in a single burning desire: to have it rain for ever, that he might nestle there in the hollow of the great rock with Nan so close to him that he could feel the warmth of her body and the quick beating of her heart against his arm. Yet the sleeping conscience did not stir. The moment of recognition wi3 withheld even when the cloud curtain Legan to lift and he could see the long lashes drooped over the dark eyes, and the flush in the brown cheek matching his own. "Nan!" he whispered, catching his breath; "you're you're the She slipped away from him before he could find the word, and a moment later she was calling to him from ba4ow that the rain was over and she must hurry. He-, walked beside her to the door of the miserable log shack under the second cliff, still strangely shaken, but striving manfully to be himself again. The needed fillip came when the mountalner staggered to the threshold. In times past, Tom would quickly have put distance between himself and Tiks BryerB" In the squirrel-eyed stage of Intoxication. Eut now his promise to Nan was behind him, t.nd the Gordon blood was to the fore. "It was my fault that Nan stayed so long." he said, bravely; and ha wis Immensely relieved when Bryerson. making quite sure of his Identity, became effusively hospitable. "Cap'n Gordon's boy f cou'se; flidn't make out to know ye. 't firs'. Come awn In the house an' sft a spell; come in. I say!" Again, for Nan's sake, Tom could Ii no less. It was the final plunge. The boy was come of abstinent stock, whicU was possibly the reason why the smell of the raw corn liquor with which the cabin reeked gripped him so fiercely. Bo that as it may, he could make but a feeble resistance when the tipsy mountaineer pressed him to drink; and the slight barrier went down altogether when he saw the appealing look In Nan's; eyes. Straightway he divined that there would be consequences for her when he was gone if th maudlin demon should be aroused In hor father. So he put the tin cup to his lips an;1 coughed and strangled over a sini;:.swallow of tho fiery, nauseating stuff; Old this for the girl's sake, and th -.; rose and fled away from the mountain with his heart ablaze and a fearful clamor as of the, Judgment trumpet ounding in his ears. The next morning he came holloweyed to his breakfast, and when tho chance offered, besought his father to five him one of the many toy's jobs in the iron plant during the summer vacation asked and obtained. And neither the hotel on the mountain top nor the hovel cabin under the second cliff law him more the long summer through. CHAPTER X. It was Just before the Christmas hol idays. In his fourth year of the sectar- J

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LYNDE by Francis Lync! ian school, that Tom Gordon was expelled. "Writing to the Beverend Sil.is at the moment of Tom's dismissal, th? principal could Voice only his regret and disappointment. It was a most singular case. During his first and second years Thomas had set a high mark and nad attained to it On the spiritual side he had been somewhat non-committal, to be sure, but to offset this, he had deeply interested in the preparatory theological studies, or at least he had appeared to be. But on his return from his first summer spent at home there was a marked change in him. due, so thought Doctor Tollivar, to his association with the rougher class of workmen in th.3 iron mills. It was as If he had sudtlenly grown older and and harder, and the discipline of the school, admirable as the Iievererd Silas knew it to ne, was not severe enough to rcfonn him. "It grieves me more than I can tell ycu, my dear brother, to be obliged to confesi that we can do nothing more for him hire." was the concluding paragraph of the principal's letter, "and to add that his continued presence with us is a menace to the morals of the school. When I say that the offense for which he 13 expelled is by no means the first, and that It is the double one of gambling and keeping intoxicating liquors in his room, you will understand that the good repute of Beersheba was at stake, and there was no other course open to us." Thomas Jefferson turned his back on three and a half years of Beersheba. with hot tears in his eyes and an angry word on his lips. The Pintsch lights were burning brightly in the Tullman. and these and the tears blinded him. Some of the sections in the middle of the car were made down i"r the night, and while he was stumbling in the wake of the porter over the shoes and the hand-bags left In the aisle, the train started. "Lower ten, sah. said the black boy, and went about his business in the linen locker. But Tom stood balancing himself with the swaying of the car and staring helplessly at the occupant of lower twelve, a young girl in a gray traveling coat and hat, sitting with her face to the window. "Why, you somebody!" she exclaimed, turning to surprise him in the act of glowering down on her. "Do you know, I thought there might be just one chance In a thousand that you'd ko home for Christmas, so I made the porter tell me when we were coming to Beersheba. Why don't you sit down?" Tom edged into the opposite seat and shook hands with her, all In miserable, comfortless silence. Then he blurted out: "If I'd had any Idea you were on th'.s train. I'd have walked." Ardea laughed, and. for all his misery he could not help remarking how much sweeter the low voice was growing, and how much clearer the blue of her eyes was under the forced light of the gas-globes. "You are Just the same rude boy, aren't you?" she said, leniently. "Ar3 there no girls in Beersheba to teach you how to be nice?" "I didn't mean it ;hat way," he hastened to say. "I'm always saying the wrong thing to you. But If you only knew, you wouldn't speak to me; much less let me sit here and talk to you." "If I only knew what? Perhaps you would better tell me and let ms Judo for myself." she suggested; and out of the past came a nick of the memory whip to make him feel again that she was immeasurably his senior. "I'm expelled," he said, bluntly. "Oh!" For a full minute, as it seemed to him, she looked steadfastly out of the window at the wall of blackness flitting past, and the steady drumming of the wheels grated on his nerves and got Into his blood. When It was about to become unbearable she turned and gave him her hand again. Xm Just as sorry as I can bei" she declared, and the slate-blue eyes confirmed it "It was this way: three of the boys came to my room to play cards because their rooms were watched. T didn't want to play oh, I'm none too good; ''.his In answer to something 'n her ey?s that made him eager to tell ner the xact truth "I've done it lot3 of time. But that .nteht I'd been thinking well. I Just didn't want to. that's a 1. Then they said I was afraid, and of course that settled it." "Of course." she agreed, loyally. "Wal:; I want you to know it a IV he went on, doggedly. "When Martin he's ;he Greek and Latin, you know slipped up on us, there was a bottlu of whisky on the table. lie took down our names, and then he pointed at ho bottle, and said, 'Which one of you does that belong tor ' Nobody said anything, and after It began to get sort of well, kind of monotonous, I picke J up the bottle, and offered him a drink, and put It In my pocket. That settled me." "But It wasn't yours," she- averred. Ills smile was a rather ferocious grin. "Wasn't it? Well. I took it, anyway; and I'v got It yet. Now sehere: that's my berth over there anl I'm going over to it You needn't let on like you know me any more." "Fiddle!" she said, making a face r.t him. "You say that like a little boy trying, oh, so hard, to be a man. I'll believe you are Just as bad as ban can be. If you want me to; but you mustn't be rude to me. We don't play cards or drink things at Carroll College, but some of us have brothers, and well, we can't hflp knowing." Tom was soberly silent for the space of half a hundred rail-lengths. Then he said :"I wish I'd had a sister; maybo it would have been different" "No, Indeed, It wouldn't. You're going to be Just what you are going to be. and a dozen sisters wouldn't mako any difference." "One like you would make a lot f-f difference." It made him blush nr. 1 have a slight return of the largeness o:' hands; but he said It. She laughed. "That's nice. But I mean what I say. Sisters wouldn't help you to be good, unless you really wanted to be good yourself. They're ju3t comfortable persons to have around when you are taking your whipping for being naughty." "Well, that's a good deal. i?n't it?" Again she made the adorable little face. at him. "Do you want mo to be? your sister for a little while till you get out of scrape? Is that what you nro trying to say?" He took heart of grae for the fir-: 'line in three bad days. "Say, Anl. a: I'm hunting for sympathy; just as I usd to a long time ago. But you mustn't mix up with me. I'm not worth it." "Oh, I suppose not; no boy Is. nn tell me; what are yon going to tin when you get back to Paradise?" "Why I don't know; I haven't thought that far ahead; go. to work In ti e iron plant and be a mucker all the rest of my life, I reckon." "And all the way along you"v be-n meaning to be a minister?" lie gritted his teeth. "That's all over, now; I reckon it's been over for a long time." "That la more serious. Does your

mother knov?? Sh mustn't. Tern: It will just break heart." "As if I didn't know?" he said, bitterly. "But. Ardea. I haven't been quite square with you. The way I told It about the cards and the whisky you might think " "I know what you are going to pay. But it needn't make any all-the-time difference, need it? You've been backslidingisn't that what you cull it? but now you are sorry, and " "N'o; that's the worst of it. I'm not sorry, the way I ought to be. Besides, after what I've been those last two years but you can't understand: it would just be mockery mocking G)d. I told you I wasn't worth your while." She smiled gravely. "You are such a boy, Tom. Don't you know that all through life you'll have two Uinds of friends: those who will stand by j-ou because they won't believe anything bad about you, and those who will take you for just what you are and still stand by you?" He scowled thoughtfully at her. "Say, Ardea; I'd Jast like to know how old you are, anyhow! You say things every once in a while that make me feel as if I were a little kid in knee-breeches." She laughed in his face. "That Is tie rudest thing you've said yet! But I don't mind telling you since I'm to be your sister. I'll be 17 a little while after you're IS." "Haven't you ever been foolish, lika other girls?" he asked. She laughed again, 'more heartily than ever. "They say I'm the silliest tomboy in our house, at Carroll. But 1 have my lucid intervals, I suppose, like o'ther people, and this is" one of them I am going to stand by you to-morro-.t morning, when you have to tell (youi father and mother that Is, if you want me to." His gratitude was too large for

speech, but he tried to look It Then then porter came to make her section down, and he had to say good-night and vanish. (To be continued.) PALACE RAZED IN TEXAS. Will Be Replaced by n Modern TenStory Oilier Ilu'ldlng. After having been in situ since 1735 the stone and mortar of the Veramendi palace will be used in the construction of a modern ten-story office building, a New York Herald's San Antonio correspondent says. Instead of hearing the gasconades of Spanish concjuistadorcs and the dolce voices of senoritas they will hereafter listen to the click of typewriters and the giggles of those who work them.- No more will thev look upon proud Dona from far Hispano, armed cap-a-pie and incased in helmet, visor, doublet and cuirass, for hereafter twentieth century business men with green neckties, pink socks, pigeon-toed shoes and padded garments will be the only companions. Before the stones get that far. however, they will be put through tile mill and made of the size used in concrete construction. They are limestone, of excellent quality and wXill adapted for their future missions. With the Veramendi palace passes one of the best known architectural remains of Spanish-American civilization. It was erected almost simultaneously with the Mission San Antonio do Valero, now 'the Alamo, and for many years was the white house of the Spanish province of Bexar, a territory comprising all of Texas. In those days, however, it was merely known as the governor's house, a description moro suitable than Veramendi palace. The latter name it received because of Its occupancy by the last Mexican governor of Texas. The building stood in Soledad street, its site marking formerly the northeastern corner of a large public square, the center of which wa3 occupied by the Plaza des Armas of San Fernando Presidio. In its rear was a big garden, which extended to the banks of the San Antonio r'ver, -the whole house and garden being at one time surrounded with a very strong palisade an deep ditches. It was no uncommon thing to have the Indians make raids right In the city in those days and for that reason defenses of that kind were necessary. Thu old building was the scene of many a romance of love and murder. Almost in its shadow a Mexican general caused to be butchered like pigs a number of Spanish and other prisoners who had been unfortunate enough- to side with the Spanish government during the Mexican revolution. Tho description of this' scene, picturing the assassin as ho whetted the knife on the soles of his shoes every time he had slit the throat of a prisoner, forms one of the most stirring chapters in Texas history. In the Veramendi palace Ben Milam met his end at the assassin's hand and in its patio and the shaded walks of its gardens James Bowie, designer of the famous knife bearing his name, courted and won Ursula Veramendi, said to have been by far the prettiest woman In Texas. All that remains Intact of the famous old 6tiucture now are a pair of cedar doors which had swung ot their hinges since 17C3. They are elaborately carved and unusually well preserved. For some time to come they will swing in a private residence In this city, but it is hoped to put them in some museum in the near future. Shrewd Labhy.' Henry Labouchcre, t'ae owner ol Truth, and a very famous wit and cynic, was several years ago detained cn the border between' France and Germany, while the" custom officials went through his trunks. "You will kindly" replace the thlng3 yon have scattered about," said the much annoyed Mr. Labouchere, and when the officials rudely refused, he added, "Very well, give me & telegraph blank, and see that this dispatch is forwarded at once." This was the dispatch:' "To his highness, Prince Bismarck Very sorry not to be able to breakfast with your highness to-morrow, but 1 am unavoidably detained here." Needless to say, the trunks were repacked at once. m In the I'ark. "That early robin," remarked Yorlck Hamm, "struts about like a popnlai actor." "He has a right to be chesty," d dared Hamlet Fatt. "He gets plent of press notices." Louisville Courier Journal. ' n Doubt. "I wonder what that Loy of ours would really like to be?" "I fancy he'd like to be the censoi for all the picture shows in town."Cleveland Plain Dealer. Ito, Japan's greatest statesman, who did more than any other man to make Japan what It is to-day, was buiy planning still greater achievements for his country when assassinated at 69. . We are no in this world to do what we wish but to be willing to do thai which It Is our duty to do. Charlea Gounod.

Around By ALICE Ralph Hurlbut leaned back in unaccustomed idleness and let the canoe Moat down stream. The sense of having nothing to do, nothing to worry about, on this glorious June morning, filled him with a dreamy content Ho was on the first vacation he had taken since college days. The last few years had been strenuous ones for the keen young business man. Mind and body had been worked hard. As the canoe swept down stream, Ralph Hurlbut was conscious of an exhilarating excitement. His imagination pictured a dozen adventures, but one image persisted, and at last drove the others away. Ralph's youth was asserting itself. He hoped he might find Her sitting on the bank or walking beneath the willows; a dream girl with the gray eyes and the sweet mouth of the woman he could loye. As he nared the turn in the stream, his odd imagining became almost real to him. It possessed his mind wholly, lie could even see the gown she would wear; blue, soft, with perhaps some white fluffy stuff on it like clouds on a June sky. He gazed with a boyish eagerness toward the bend that hid her. A few more vigorous strokes and the canoe swung dizzily around the curve and glided Into the unknown part of the stream. The trees were fewer here. There were flowers near the banks. He gazed quickly about. Xo one was in sight. All was peaceful and quite deserted. A deep disappointment came over him, a feeling stronger than the cause seemed to warrant. He tried to laugh It off. "Here I am mooning like an Idiot!" he exclaimed, disgustedly. "I imagine a thing cud then complain because it Is not real." But tho disappointment and the eager longing persisted. He steadied tha canoe and looked around once more. A white patch on the left bank attracted his attention. He could not see Lat It was, and in pursuit, Idly paddled to the shore. He drew his canoe up on the bank sd picked up. the object. It was a little white silk glove, long and small in hand, tho fingers still curled naturally as If rosy living fingers were within them. He smoothed It out on his palm. The tips were soiled a trifle. Ralph smiled down at the dainty ' thing. "I'll find your owner for you, little glove." he saldj putting itjnto his pocket. Far up the road, to his left, he caught sight of a moving patch of blue sa blue dress, a white hat! Immediately he ran up the bank and "tarted along the road. Before he could reach her, the wearer of the blue dress turned Into a narrow path leading to the only house in sight. When Ralph arrived at the path he could see her knocking at a side door. Her back was turned to blm as she pounded vigorously. Ralph waited, walking slowly up and down. The blue dress evidently had a determined owner. Rnlph thought she would never cease knocking. He had his first misgiving when she shook the door. Finally, when she began to kick strenuously at the panels, he began to see that Fate had, perhaps, been misleading him. At this moment the woman made up her mind that no one was at home. She turned away and came down the path toward Ralph, walking with impatient strides. A basket hung on her arm. . She looked about fifty years old, extremely gaunt and remarkably badtempered. Qne glance, and the fact that he had followed this person in a omantic mood, carrying her glove over his heart, moved Ralph to a fit of laughter. While she walked toward him, staring angrily, be rocked to and fro in paroxysms of mirth. The woman came almost up to him, and was about to say something In no gentle tone to judge by her expresslon-7 when she suddenly tripped on a stone, and catching at Ralph for support, let her heavy basket fall at his feet. His coat was torn with a lon rending sound and the woman sat down heav ily in a crumpled heap. The cream in j a glass bottle in the basket splashed Chance for Improvement. After tickling the piano for a couple of hours, the fair maid paused long enough to ask: "By the way, what do you think of those songs without words?" "With a little alteration," replied rhe matter-of-fact young man in the parlor scene, "they would make a hit vith me." "Hot could they be improved r.crled the long-distance key ; ouncler. "By cutting out the music, also, mswered wk-lder. the masculine hammer Sets End to Public Service. It was the example set by Nathaniel Macon, one of the o:d-time public men of the south, that h;.s influenced Congressman Champ Clark In setting a ime for his own retirement. Mr. Jlacon fixed upon his seventy-fifth birthday, and when It came he immedlitely resigned his seat in tho United States senate, although his term was 10 more than half expired. Mr. Clark proposes to retire likewise at precisely seventy-five.

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the CAMERON lightly over Ralph, and eggs covered his shoes with a yellow coating. As he noted each now phase of the catastrophe he burst into another roar of laughter. Iiis companion sat W the rjad and regarded him stonily. Finally, Ralph saw that ter face was growing very pale, and at the idea that she might really be hurt, his laughter subsided. He gently tried to help her up. She struck at him awkwardly, her eyes flashing, but said nothing. Ralph was really alarmed for by this time her face was very white. "Are you hurt, madam?" he asked, anxiously. No answer. He began to talk, hoping that she would break her angry silence. "I hope you will forgive jae for laughing. You see I thought you were er, some one else. And I was so surprised I could not help laughing. Tell me whether you are hurt. Let me help you." His face looked so handsome and so appealing that die stony expression of the woman softened a trifle. "Well, the least you can do is to help me home." she said, gruffly. "I'm all shook up." She evidently blamed him for her fall He raised her. and she leaned on him, groaning. grunting and They walked on. She said nothing. Finally he began to be unpleasantly aware of her weight. His Vm seemed almost paralyzed and diops of perspiration came out on his forehead. He stood still a moment in the road. "Would you mind changing to the other side? I could support you with my right arm. This one Is troitlnf Httlo tired." The long lins set into a irrim line. "Can't," responded the woman. "My other arms hurt too bad." He wondered vaguely how her arm could possibly be h'irt, but said nothing. The woman urged him on, it seemed to Ralph interminably. She did not speak except to urge him to walk faster. Finally, they made one last turn and came within sight of a small gray house set well back from the road in a garden of roses. Red ramblers climbed over fence and porch. As the two drew near, a young girl arose from the steps and hurried toward the gate. " Oh! are you hurt? Are you hurt?" she exclaimed, breathlessly to the woman. The latter p-it out her "injured" arm and opened the gate wiih a bang. "Xo! I fell down but I wa'n't hurt a mite. Would ha' been home an hour ago only I wanted to teach some smart fools a lesson. She strode upthe walk and Into the house, letting the screen door slam after her. 'Again the helpless fit of laughter came upon Ralph. He leaned against the gate, rubbing his numb arm and ! shouting with mirth. This time he had a sweet echo, and looked into a rosy face dimpled with fun. for after on,e blank moment, and a glance at the state of his attire, the girl had seined to divine all, in a flash. The young man looked down somewhat ruefully at his coat and shoes. "I seem to have received the worst of it." he said. The girl looked up with a trace of shyness. "You could comn In and clean up. Do not mind her, she's peculiar, tut " ' - He broke in with a question., "Any relation?" he asked. What if, she should be the mother! "Xo! Oh, no! We are boarding here my mother and I. Mrs. Thurston takes boarders every summer." She started toward the house, and Ralph followed. Mrs. Thurston met them at the door. She led the younj man to a room, supplied him with water and clean towels In grim silence Rut as she was leaving she paused "Gimme that coat." Ralph handed It to her, and she disappeared. Presently she brought back ihe coat. The long rip was neatly mended. "Guess thk'll do till you can fee tt tailor. Dinner ready In half an hour." That dinner was a memorable event. It was a well-cooked meal, served In tho long bay windows where the ramblers climbed In over the sill. Mrs. Thurston lost some of her grimness. and even smiled once or twice. Mrs. Farrand. the girl's mother, was very gracious. And the girl herself? She sat by the j open window, not in the blue dress he' had pictured, but in snowy white. In her eyes were the lights and shadows the expressions ho had seen In the eyes of the Dream Girl around the bend in the stream. His wonderful vacation had. Indeed begun. Afterward, he saw her alone for a moment on the porch. The glove lay in his pocket. He was afraid to ask her about it. Suppose it should not be hers. He drew it out slowly. Tho light from Ihe window shone upon it. The girl reached up ar.i took It from his hand. j. "Why, you fond my felove!" she exclaimed in surprise. "It is yours, iLeift" "Yes. I'm so glad! It is not very pleasant for one not to h&ve a mate." He looked down at her. "Im finding that out, too," he mur mured. He moved a step nearer. "Good night." He pressed tho little soit hand In both his own ftr a moment. "I'll see you tomorrow morn 5rK." he said. "I've arranged .wim Mrs Thurston to come here to board." Farm for Fur-Bearing Animals. Some Germans have established a farm for the breeding of otters, foxes, sables, martens and other fur-bearing animals of the same character. The farm embraces 1,200 acres, which lb leased at a very low rental but If was found necessary to erect a fence around tho establishment, and as this had to be very secure it wa covered with sheet metal, and the cost Is said o nave been about $C7.000. This fig1 : WUI " K,"l further increased by ...nt the fact tint it has now been found necessary tc continue it underground for a depth o' several feet, on account of the burrowing propensities of the animals which It Is desired to confine. A Perfectly Awful Cigar. " bnght a cigar named after you, today," said the low comedian, who looked rather pale. "Really?" smiled Jne prima donna; "I wasn't aware I had bo great an honor thrust upon me." "Honor! Suffering smokers!" gasped the comedian; "but I must not fay more; rest assund, little one, your secret is safe wiil me!" Illustrated Sunday Magazine.

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And From Remark' Made, Also Knew the Party Was Not Engaged in Prayer. Confidential friends of Louis B ! Shields nre telling this story about that eminent Republican: A state convention at Columbus had just adjourned and the Cuyahoga county delegates were all Lack home when somebody suggested a friendly game of poker. The game was going along right merrily at three a. ra. At that hour an officious attendant called up Mr. Shields' residence, which happened to be almost next door. "This is long distance," said the servant with no warrant of authority whatever. "We are all here in Columbus and can't get home until morning." "That's all right," came back the reply, "but if th-t voice I hear in the apartment house next door saying that's good isn't Mr. Shields' then I can't recognize a voice when I hear It at night." And that Is the end of the story, for the voice saying "that's good" was indeed that of Mr. Shields, and It was so near home, so the narrator relates, that there was no use in offering & denial. Cleveland Leader. Incorruptible. ' , The lady of the house hesitated. "Are my answers all right?" she asked. "Yes, madam," replied the censu man. "Didn't bother you a bit, did I?" "No, madam." "Feel under some obligations to in, don't you?" "Yes, madam." "Then, perhaps you won't mind telling me how old the woman next door claims to be?" "Good day, madam," said the census man. Casey at the Bat. This famous poem is contained In the :' Coca-Cola Baseball Record Book for 1210, together with records, schedules foi both leagues and other valuable baseball information compiled by authorities. This Interesting book sent by the Coca-Cola Co., of Atlanta, Ga., ; on receipt of 2c stamp for postage. Also copy of their booklet "The Truth ( About Coca-Cola" which tells all about ; this delicious beverage and why it is so pure, wholesome and refreshing. ' Are you ever hot tired thirsty? ', Drink Coca-Cola it Is cooling, re- j lieves fatigue and quenches the i thirst. At soda fountains and car bonated la bottles 5c everywhere. Awfully Busy. Jim A stitch in time saves nine. Tom Who said that? Jim Gee! . Ain't you x read your Bible? Tom Nope; I ain't even had time to read the sporting page this morning j'et. Cleveland Leader. Small Job. Him I was confused for a bit, I confess, but it took me only a moment to collect my wits Her Yes, it couldn't take any longer than that. Go on. If yon wi.h beautiful, clear, white clothes use Red Cross Ball Blue. Large 2 02. package, 5 cents. We live truly in proportion as we go out of ourselves and enter into the fulness of the experience of those whom we serve, and by whom In turn we are served. WestcotL ' TT. PUrce's pieARant Pellet cur constipation. Constipation Is the csusoI many dl :is s. t'tirw the cause and 70a care the disease. Eaty to Ukc Man cannot be happy when idle, unless resting from previous labor. ALCOHOL-3 PER CENT AVctfetabie Preparation for As similating the Food and Regulating rhe Stomachs and Bowels of Promotes Dtcstion,Chcerful ness and Rest.Con tains neither Opium .Morphine dot Mineral Not Natic otic Pnipr fold DrSAXlUmffER Pumpkin Sd Atist Sttd ptrrrximf ftorm Srtd . Hiitbyrr flavor. A perfect Remedy forConslipalion , Sour Stomach, Diarrhoea, Worms .Convulsions .Feverishncss and LOSS OF SLEEP. lac Simile Signature of Tke Centaur Company.. NEW YORK. fijSM ?it V tf uvh;; 'Guaranteed under Ihe Food art Exact Copy of Wrapper.

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