Rensselaer Semi-Weekly Republican, Volume 40, Number 54, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 13 March 1908 — Page 6

~ I that to do in Dyspepsia , Dieting has become a great fad in America, and just as, years ago, we, as a nation, ov'er-ate, so now we are undereating. The one is as bad hs the other. Man needs food and plenty of it to sustain life and to give strength to compete in this busy world. It is not, however, the fact that you may eat too much that hurts you, but that you don’t digest what you eat. And it that results In dyspepsia you will not cure the trouble by cutting down your food supply. If your digestive organs were creating the proper amount of gastric and peptic juices you would have no dyspepsia. To cure the disease you must create anabundaUceot these necessary Amga- ‘ . . ,—_ This can only be done by a reliable tonic laxative, and, as its name indicates. Dr. Caldwell's Syrup Pepsin contains the vfery ingredients needed to do this. Take it regularly for awhile according to the explicit directions on each bottle and you will soon be cured of dyspepsia and any of the accompanying symptoms such as heartburn, sour stomach, bloated stomach, hives, pimples, sallow complexion, wind on the stomach, etc. Every bottle carries with It an absolute guarantee to do what we claim. It is a gentle, pleasant, effective laxative and you will Uke its taste and be pleased with its action. One of the great friends of this remedy is Harry F. Keator, a lieutenant lnene of the Chicago companies that fought at the battle of Santiago. While in the wet trenches, and eating the rough food of a soldier, he contracted severe dyspepsia and lost weight rapidly. A friend in the regiment called his attention to Dr. Oaldwell’s Syrup Pepsin, which he promptly began to use. It not only cured his dyspepsia but increased his weight 42 pounds. Your druggist will sell you abottle at 50 cent 3 or »i and you will find it worth a hundred times that to you. fBCC TCtT Those wishing to try Dr. CaldrnCk lEd I well's Syrup Pepsin before buying can have a free sample bottle sent to their home by addressing the company. This offer is to prove that the remedy will do as we claim, and is only ooen 'te those who have never taken It Seed for It if you have any symptoms of stomach, liver or bowel disease. Gentlest yet most effective laxative for children, women and old folks. A guaranteed, permanent home cure. THE a PUBLIC VERDICT: "No Laxative So Good and Sure as OR. OALDWEa'S SYRUP PEPSIN." This product bears purity gadnnrtee No. 17, Washington, D. C, PEPSIN SYRUP CO. If CslffpsU Bldg., Montlocllo, lU. Sold by A. F. LONG.

KlLLthe COUGH I AMP CURE THE LUNCSjj Dr. King’s New Discovery) FOR Colds hs AND ALL THRO AT AND LUNG TROUBLES. £ GUARANTEED OR MONEY REFUNDED. |

Kennedy's Laxative Cough Syrup CONTAINS HONEY AND TAR Relieves Colds bv working them out of the system through a copious and healthy action of the bowels. Relieves Coughs by cleansing the mucous membranes of the throat, chest and bronchial tubes. “As pleasant to the taste as Maple Sager*' Children Like It

Sold by B. F. Fendlg.

Kodol For Indigestion Oar Guarantee Coupon If. after usin* two-thirdi of a f t.oo bottle of Kodol. you can honettly *ay it has not benefited yon, we will refund yotir money. Try Kodol today on thii guarantee. Fill out and ngn the following, present it to the dealer at the time of purchase. If It fails to satisfy yon -* W*<trs *he bottle containing one-third of the medicine to the aealer from whom yon bought It. and we will refund your money. Town State Sign here Cut This Out— ■ Digests WhatYouEat And Make* the Stomach Sweet B.C. DsWirr * CO., Chicago. XU. Sold by B. F. FENDIG.

’ ■’■ b y Ij ".tvjiU CHICAGO and the NORTHWEST, INDIANAPOLIS, CINCINNATI, LOUISVILLE. FRENCH LICK SPRINGS and the SOUTH. Monon Time Table South Bound, North Bound. Nos 31..4:49 a m No. 4.. 4 a m No. 6..10:66 am No. 40..7:31 a m No. 33..2:04 p m No. 32..0:66 a m NO. 39..6:44 p m No. 6...5:|1 p m No. 8..11:06 p m No. 30..6:84 p m No. 45..2:04 p m No. 58..5:67 P m No*. 46,.9;6| a m No. 30 —Dally except Sunday. No. S3—Sunday only. No. 8 will stop at Rensselaer for passengers tor Lafayette and the south No, 4 will stop at Rensselaer to let off pees suffers from points south of Monon. W. H. BEAM. Agent -

BEE S LAXATIVE COUGH SYRUP SKUffVffS OOUOHff AHP COUPS Pineanlve "*»«£»» ™ TI « Carbolized rouuorpuxpiuui

Dr. Billcomer

I never in the least wanted to do It —ln fact, I always hated myself when

Says “Cahn’t."

flock to our house—it was entirely unexplainable. Essemere is such a frightfully exclusive suburb that each new\arjlval runs a regular red Indian gantlet behe is either admitted “belonger” or dropped. The first evening I met Dr. Billeomer I was impressed with his broad “a’s" —one simply can’t fail to be a bit respectful when a new man says “cahn’t” instead of “can’t” and does It as if lie was in the habit of saying it always before breakfast instead of Just saying it for evening—and it did not take more than ten minutes before he had very skillfully dragged, in the fact that he was born and bred in Worcester, Mass., and that to him all the rest of the earth was composed of waste places. Just as if I were hypnotized, I found myself murmuring that I could quite understand his feejings because my mother came from Bosten. I stopped before I added that she was three years old when she left that sublimated city.

Of course that remark led on to the subject of families. It seemed that he had a relative who was in the famous tea party. I responded promptly with the story of my ancestor who killed a hundred men, more or less, with one glance of his eye In the revolution. I couldn’t recall that I had dragged out that great-grandparent before in years, but I did it breathlessly for Dr. Billcomer’s benefit. It was awful.. V The evening that I managed to mention the chancellor and then at his murmur to stop with a little lift of my eyebrows to say that of course he wouldn’t know —it was stupid of me — but that my father’s uncle had been the lord high chancellor of that country at the time of which we were speaking, I felt more set up than the time I won the cup at golf. Afterward I sputtered to Griffith, my older brother, because I had to get rid of iny mental tumult somehow. “Dr. Billcomer would be all right," I told Griff, “if he wasn’t such a frightful snob! What is worse, he makes me be a snob, too! With other men I can carry on a sustained conversation on Intelligent topics, but when he and I talk all we do is try to cap each other’s boasting!

Griff confessed that he felt the same way and, what was more, all the other fellows did, too. In the presence of Dr. Billcomer they lost'their heads and tried to live up to him. Then behind his back they muttered defiantly that he was a lobster and privately suffered under the conviction that they themselves were becoming lobsters also. There was, I discovered at last, a perfect epidemic of boasting in Essemere. We all grew more languid in our speech and resurrected all our good points in pedigree and accomplishments. Above the tumult Dr. Billcomer's little song still rose triumphant, calling us on to still greater heights of snobbery, and we followed. Each time I was in his society I hated myself worse —and otherwise he would have been so nice! H Some weeks after Dr. Billcomer began to have this dreadful effect on Essemere Griff came to me one day with the light of a great discovery in his eyes. He looked happy. “What do you think?” he said. “Billcomer Is all right! What we’ve suffered la nothing to him! We’ve got rather chummy lately and he confided to-night that never in his life bad he struck such a snobbish place as Essemere. Fight against it as he would, he said, he had to go the pace himself to keep his head above water. He said he had worn himself out with boasting In order to prove that he was on a par with the supercilious residents —and he was dead tired of It and sick and ashamed of himself!” 1 held my head down weakly while the light broke over me also. Then be hadn’t meant In the leaat to have that effect on me—or any one else! He wasn’t that way really at all! I was In such a hurry to start in all over again and get acquainted with Dr. Billcomer normally that when Griff added that he'd asked the doctor up to dinner I realized afresh how useful a really Intelligent brother can be In the scheme of things. But the worßt of It 1b that there must be one great and original snob in Essemere to create such a situation and it is Interesting to speculate on who it is. Anyhow, I'm glad It Isn’t j Dr. Billcomer! —Chicago Dally News.

I did do it. Nevertheless it was true that whenever I engaged in conversation with Dr. Billcomer I ; boasted outrageously. He seemed to Save that effect . upon me. * It was not that 1 was s 6 especially interested in Dr. Billcomer that I wanted to shine in his eyes. There were other quite estimable, young, good-looking, eligible men in our suburb and most of them seemed to

Foolish People

Josephine Discusses the Gifts They Give S-

Suddenly my Josephine lifted het tuneful little voice, exclaiming: “Augustus!” To which we made response, as ever: - L .. / -■ _ “My love?” i y Whereupon Josephine clasped her knee, sighed, shook her head, looked at the fire again and murmured: “Augustus! .What f-o-o-o-o-o-oolish things some persons buy for presents!” She turned and lifted her wistful little mouth, tremulous for my judgment upon this the fruits of her philosophy, and I kissed her then and there right tenderly, knowing . that if I seemed to scoff or scorn the erudition of her saying or the depth of the view with which she regarded life her bright blue eyes would fill with tears and her gentle heart would break. “Those folks next door — ’’began Josephine with a sniff. She stopped so that we might sniff together a conjugal sniff of utter contempt and derision at the folks next door. “Those folks next door,” repeated Josephine. “What do you suppose he bought her?” “A new bonnet, I hope!” I cried with sudden energy, basking already in Josephine’s smiles, for the bonnets of the woman next door were to Josephine the theme for many a busy hour and a shining mark at which we ever aimed the polished darts of our irony and the daggers of our wit. “No, not a bonnet!” exclaimed Josephine, asd we laughed right merrily together until Josephine checked herself with a start of disappointment and murmured in sad reproach: “Augustus!” To which we lovingly replied: “My love?” “Augustus! You are smoking!” I looked at her in sudden guilt and with a premonition of what was now to come. “Augustus!” she breathed. “My love?” “Augustus! Your smoking can!** r With a feeling of despair and sorrow I arose to my feet, but Josephine’s eye was on me and Josephine’s mouth was drCoping and I knew that if I were to refuse her implied request she would wither an# droop like a gathered flower and her dream of love would end In darkest night.

Wherefore I went to the hall rack, placed my smoking oap upon my head and returned to Josephine. It was a -round smoking cap of light blue vel- ' vet (such, I believe, as the gentry of ! Turkey wear and call fezes) and it was trimmed with beads. On one side was a dragon rampant, with his tongue stuck out —this detail being ingeniously executed with beads of a scarlet I color —so that, being seen from this ! side, I was an inspiration of horror and the terror of all beholders. On the other side was a butterfly sipping honey from a flower and looking peaceful and pastoral beyond words —so that being regarded from that side, I mutely bore reference to a jocund life redolent with the scent of new-mown hay and musicaT with the lowing of the kine. This inspiring cap was crowned with a golden tassel which tickled my nose and my ears with a titllatlve impartiality that I could only escape by coiling the tassel upon the top of the cap and balancing it there. And thus equipped I sat me down to smoke. "f never —” cried Josephine, clasping her knee again In a transport. “I never saw such a handsome cap! Never! He looks so fierce!” “The butterfly, my love?” “Augustus! No! The dragon!” I turned the saucy dragon to the back of my head so that Josephine could feast her eye upon the butterfly, and then I smoked as though my tobacco were never so sweet as when I smoked It In my smoking cap. “The moment I saw it I knew It was for you!” cried Josephine, “and I was so afraid that It would be sold before I could find a salesgirl to wait on me.” “But It wasn’t.” “No! And, Augustas! She was the nicest salesgirl! I told her, love, that your eyes were blue and she said It was Just the thing for you. Oh, I was trembling with excitement. She said you would look so distinguished in It!” The tassel slipped down and tickled my ear. I colled it back and smoked on. • “And what do yoa suppose she bought him next door?" laughed Josephine, and breathlessly answered. *A walking stick!" “Never!" I cried. “Augustus! Yes! A silver-handled walking stick, and he came out swinging it this morning. Such a fo-o-o-oo-oollsh present. If It were something useful like that Jewel case you gave me—" The clock interrupted her by beginning to strike nine. It was the hour! Josephine gave me a solemn look and nod and immediately I fetched her jewel case. With another solemn look Josephine unscrewed her earrings amV placed them In the Jewel caste. Her ring followed. Dutifully then I gave her my scarfpln and sleeve links. Josephine solemnly locked the box and looked at me at last with a beaming eye. “There!" said Josephine. “There!" said I. “Now we can sleep in peace,” said my beloved, “and have nothing to reproach ourselves with either, like those silly persons who give each oth- | er walking sticks and fl-s-s-s s-s-sllvep mounted carrying sets!”

A CROWN OF FAITH

CHAPTER XXl.—(Continued.) "You are surprised?” asked Dr. Dundas. “Well, you will perhaps be annoyed when you hear of the part I have taken in your life. I received the silver casket from your fathorat Chateau Moreauville; I hold it now. In that casaet are the certificates which pro've your father’s marriage mid your birth. You are the very next be:r to an earldom, my young friend, and, in my opinion, worthy of it.” “Are you mocking me. sir?” “No; your father was my earliest nearest friend. He was a noble, the eldest son of an earl: but he was my greatest friend at Oxford. He fell madly in love with a--beautiful creature who sold flowers in the London streets. She was an innocent lass of sixteen, just come up Jrom the country. Her father was dead, and her old grandfather was turned out of his farm; her mother died of want. This child was barefoot and beautiful, and sold flowers, to support the old man ; and your father, a handsome noble, lost his heart —lost his head —married her, sir —actually married Her! The flower girl became Lady Marlowe. I was present | at the wedding.” I Lionel grasped the hand of the doctor. “Tile ear! beard of it, sent for your I father, abused him, told him to leave his presence. Hfrnever saw Mtn again. Your father took your mother abroad, supported her by his pen, changed his name. You were born, and your sister; and your mother died. Your father nad taken a hatred to his own class; he had become an ardent Republican. He wished his children to grow up in the same notion*, to be guided by the same ideas. 1 was sent for to consult with him; but he would not allow me to see either of you; he feared that in some way the secret would be disclosed. “I used to walk* up and down the long hall with him at Moreauville when all • : tile household were asleep, and then he told me that after his death I was to tell his children who their father had been, lie was very ill at that time, in the last stage of a mingled consumptive and heart disease. Well, he died suddenly; but he had given me the casket some months before. You will ask me why I have kept silent all these months. Because 1 wished to test your virtues and your sister’s jin the school of adversity. You have come out well, both of you, and I see no reason for prolonging your probation.” “Who are we, then?” asked Lionel quickly. “Your father was the Earl of Beryl, he was Lord Marlowe. The present’ old '< Earl of Beryl, who lies dying at OalthoTpe, is your grandfather. The old. earl ! is conscious. It is only right that you 1 should come with me there, that 1 may present you; show him the certificates, and also give written to him by his son, your father, and confided to me.” i Lionel buried his face in bis hands, the Strong young man trembled with emotion: presently, glancing up,’he said T j “But, Mr. Calthorpe?” “Ah! he is only a distant cousin of the earl; he is a generous iad, and, if he had Dot acted like a jackanapes in regard to this Watson woman, there could be no harm in his marrying your sister, for the earl would give him a few thousands, and you would settle anything on your sister to make her happy?” “Anything,” answered Lionel, with a : -Sf gfa. ... —— ; “'Don’t despair!” said the doctor, laying his hand on the young man’s shoulder; “Ella will surely write to you. I have 1 studied that girl, and I know— I “But there is a secret connected yith . the Wycherlys?” said Lionel. I “Ah! a very sad one,” returned Dr. Dundas gloomily. CHAPTER XXII. The Interview has taken place, Dr. Dundas has presented Lionel Leigh to the old earl as his grandson, his son’s letter has been read to him, in the presence of j witnesses he has acknowledged Lionel as i his heir, a new wiU has been made. ( Arthur Calthorpe sits alone, and desperate, in a secluded room in the mansion. : To find himself superseded by another heir was naturally bitter, but to know 1 himself cut off from love and happiness i was still more bitter, i 'Lionel Leigh Marlowe —that was the family name of the Earls of Beryl—was generous, noble-souled, and princely. He wished to have liberal settlements made on the young gentleman whose place and prospects fate had compelled him to usurp, and these settlements were drawn up very quickly. Lionel would fain have gone to the unhappy young mac and have said to him: “You love my sister, she loves you; marry her, and I shall be rejoiced.” But Ellen Watson, with her ponies, her fine toilets, her intangible but most perplexing claims, stood in the way. Arthur sat in a small, dark study, which looked into a secluded portion of the grounds. The French window opened upon a grass plot, surrounded with dark evergreen shrubs. All at once he was conscious of a figure obstructing the red light of the setting sun, which flooded the lawn and the window at that moment. Raising his head suddenly, he perceived Miss Ellen Watson. She wore a light riding habit, exquisitely made, which set off her slight form admirably. Her fair plaits descended from under a stylish riding hat. Her face was slightly flushed; there was a light, defiant and almost triumphant .ight in the blue eyes. Without a moment’s hesitation the young woman entered the room and stood by the side of Arthur. “Have you come to your senses?” she asked calmly. , “I have never lost them.’ he said, folding liis arms and looking at her sternly. “Well, so the news is that you are not to be Knrl of Beryl, bn) will remain Mr. Calthorpe, with about four thousand a year. I am contented to be .vlrs, Caltncrpi* on those terms; or will you settle on me half your income? and shall we live separate?" “Half mv income to you, a stranger —”

At that moment a dark shadow flitted across the brightness of the window, and Ellen Watson felt a momentary chill—a presentiment—a something intangible—she knew not what. Arthur Calthorpe also saw the shadow. Looking across the lawn to where the evergreens grew thick, he was certain that he perceived the figure of a man moving stealrh’ily among them, but the fact made little impression at the time. “I shall go on with the lawsuit, then,” said the lady loftily. “1 am sure the fact of yOur having called me Mrs. Calthorpe before witnesses, in Scotland, constitutes you my husband: otherwise I would consent to live as your wife, separate from you but on an income of two thousand per annum; that would suffice for my expenses, or nearly so,” “And now, perhaps, if you have said ail you have to say, you will have the kindness to leave the house,” said Arthur Calthorpe. With a light, ringing laugh, Miss Watson passed out of the French window, slashing off with her riding whip the head of a tall, golden lily which grew close to the window. “I have, left my pony at the little side gate Below the plantation,” she said ; “so I wish you good evening, my affectionate spoused “ Arthur Calthorpe ground his teeth with rage. This woman, whose hand he had scarcely clasped in courtesy, to claim him as her husband ! It was monstrous ! He stood and watched her cross the lawn. Scarcely had she disappeared among the bushes, when a loud shriek rent, the still air. and he at once rushed out and reached the thicket of bushes in time to find Ellen Watson stretched senseless and bleeding from a wound in the temple, while two men fought with the savage fury of wild beasts a tew feet farther off. One of these men was a sailor, a sort of Hercules in strength and build. His blue shirt-front, half open,--disclosed a hairy chest; his dress was travel soiled, his face brown as a gipsy’s, his great beard descended to his chest. And who was he struggling with? Whose hands rained down savage blows upon his head -—hands nerved with what seemed a supernatural strength. It was Colonel Wycherly, the nonentity, the proud, pompous nobody who owned all the wide manors of Wycherly. And he fought like a demon; he seemed to aim at the sailor’s life. At a little distance lay a terrible club, which he was making frantic efforts to clutch.

“Help, help!” roared the sailor, “if ye be a man ! This is a Send. I’m thinking. See how he served my poor lass there.” In a moment he joined forces with the sailor; but it seemed that the strength of the colonnl i-edonli|i»d"~u , lth opposiTTom 1-Ie hit and clawed Lite a wildcat. Arthur Calthorpe began to shout for help, and presently the hushes were torn aside, and there appeared Dr. Dundas. With one bo:. r J the doctor reached the colonel, kneeled on his chest, and then dashed some fluid from a flask into the convulsed face. The effect was instantaneous. There was another convulsive twitch, and then the whole face became still. It was like the fac<- of one dead. The hands lay motionless, tTe teeth were clenched. Another ruStie amid the 'rushes, and Mrs. Colonel Wycherly stood amid the alarmed and excited group. The lady wore a long train of lavender colored silk; on her head was a simple fichu of white lace; her face was ghastly suite. "Look* there," said Dr. Dundas, pointing to the form of Ellen Watson. "I have been an idibt, Mrs. Wycherly, to conceal this dreadful secret so long. I will tell all now, and I will no longer act as keeper. Mr. Cathorpe, I owe the whole county—and you, more especially—an account of this wretched secret of Wycherly; it shall be made in writing. But now let me see to this victim of Colonel Wycherly.” Mrs. Wycherly wrung her hands. The anguish upon the woman’s face was terrible. The doctor, areanwhile, put his hand upon the hrart of Ellen Watson.

“She will live,” he said coolly; “but she wTO want caTe and long nursing.” “Aye, my poor lass,” said the rough kailor, looking at her fondly; “she were a hit skittish, and fond of finery, and a clever lass; hut she thought I were dead, I will say that for her. She is my wife, sir,” he added, looking earnestly at Arthur Calthorpe—“my wife, whom I married four years ago at St. Ann’s church, in Penwaggan, a village of the Orkneys. I can prove my marriage and bring forward parson and clerk, if she feels inclined to dispute it, which she won't, I take it; for she thought me dead, drowned off Cape Horn, when the Mermaid went down there three years ago, and only five hands saved, of which I am one." From that night forth the young gentleman was forevpr rid of the preposterous claims of Ellen Watson. ' She, a vain, ambitious girt bad. in truth, married John King, four years back, in the Orkneys. She had lived'with him comfortably for a year., News came of the loss of the Mermaid and she believed herself a widow. Shq went ,to>. live with her father, who was postmaster in a Highland village, and there made the acquaiatance of Arthur Galthotpe, out on a trip for the autumn. The scheme entered into her ambitious soul of making him call her Mrs. Calthorpe before witnesses, and she was clever and daring euough to enlist sympathy, borrow money,, and bad not her husband returned, and been directed where to find her, there is no knowing what would have been the result of a lawsuit. As it was, she recovered. , Arthur Calthorpe and Lionel paid off her borrowed money for her, and she returned to the Orkneys with John King, repenting of her cruel and ambitious schemes.

In India Colonel Wycherly, then a dashing officer, fell in love with the haughty, beautiful daughter of hi* commanding officer. Min* Fitzgerald wa» engaged to another gentleman, bat zhe transferred her affections to the coldnel; they closed, and were married The diaappointed lover followed a dis-

taut station, struck the colonel in tbs face; a meeting was arranged, and the colonel shot his rival through the heart. This was the crime of which Ella spoke, and which Mrs. Wycherly always said needed expiation. Vengeance pursued the colonel. He fell asleep in the jungle* and awoke through sunstroke his intellectual power quenched. Dr. Dundas, staff surgeon of the regiment, had been his personal friend; and, being humane and’forui of science, devoted himself to work his cure. The colonel recovered consciousness, and enoijgh sense to appear as a rather stupid country gem tleman, of which Dr. Dundas said cynically there were a few specimens ih the hunting shires: and the, cokmef returned to his fine estates, with his wife, his doctor and a few confidential servants. The colonel was subject -to violent and sudden outbreaks: but his wife wouldnot consent to being sent to an asylum. She begged Dr. Dundas again and again to keep the secret, feeling confident of cure in the end. Ella only suspected her father’s condition. She had been more than once on the point of telling all to Lionel. It was the colonel who nearly killed Arthur Calthorpe at the ball —it was the colonel who, in a sudden fit of madness, struck his wife, aud then fled away shrieking on the night when Leila Leigh met the Lady of Wycherly sitting bonnetless by the wayside. The young cousin was named as heir to part of the estate, and Mrs. Wycherly, broken ih spirit, gave her consent to Lionel —now Lord Marlowe —when he asked to be allowed to pay ais addresses to Ella. And Ella wrote to him, as the doctor had predicted that she would. Afterward —when she heard that he was a lord, and would one day be an earl —that theirs was, after all, to be love in a castle, and not in a cottage —she was, perhaps, not disappointed; and, in short, there were two gay weddings oefore long at Wycherly. Arthur -Calthorpe and Leila live at Wycherly, which Mrs. Wycherly has let to them. There is only one thing to explain. On the night when the story opened, at the “Black Wolf,” it was Dr. Dundas who disturbed Lionel Leigh. Tlyre was a secret recess in the cupboard. in which he had the night before hidden the silver casket; and be was in the cupboard searching for it when Lionel was in bed. He afterward escaped unseen. —

(The End.)

WIRELESS MESSAGE PICTURED.

One of the New and Remarkable Feats of the Camera., Photographing a wireless telegraph message is the newest feat of the camera, says the Metropolitan Magazine. This remarkable photograph was made in Nova Scotia late one night, when there was a continuous stream of messages leaving the wireless apparatus. When the plate was developed it showid certain well-defined lines, indicating the wires between the posts, and in add-i tion a number of shajrp flashes across the sky which could have been made by nothing except the passing of sharp electric waves. The photograph is causing a great deal of interesfc among electricians and scientists. It is said to be one of the most remarkable ever made. The opening of a regular wireless service across the Atlantic last October, while somewhat slighted, perhaps, by? the uewsgatherers on' account of the press of vital news of present great import, makes none the less an epoch in the advance of civilization and the facilitation of commerce. In fact lt may he said that no event of equal importance to scientists and commerce has - occurred since the opening of the Atlactic cable nearly half a century ago. The first message was sent via the Nova Scotia station by Premier Laurler to London. Everything worked well. For this long-distance wireless service a tremendous amount of sending power is necessary. An observer sees flames of whitish blue dart from the building where the operator Is stationed accompanied by a gigantic crackling, and the wires that start the spark waves on their long journey fairly sing. It Is necessary to send the message slowly In order to avoid risk of confusion. The first arrangement was that the sending and receiving should be done alternately at ten-minute Intervals. The receiving apparatus, an Improvement over the old system, carried the message to the receiving operator telephonlcally. The invention means a great deal to the'commercial world.

Aunt Hannah’s Idea.

Clty Niece—Going on a Journey, auntie? Aunt Hannah—Yes, I am going down south. City Nl^e—But how Is It you are not taking your umbrella or overshoes? Aunt Hannah —Why, what would be the use, child? Don’t the papers fay the whole soutjj Is ‘dry’?

Rather Sound.

“I don’t thank you tot recommending that young clerk,” exclaimed the Indignant old broker they met In the elevator. “What’s the trouble?” Queried the jocular banker. ‘Why, you said he was as square as a della r, and be Isn’t square at all.” “H’m! Neither la a dollar."

Much Depends.

“Pop!" “Yea, my son.” “Is a thousand feet of gas much?” “It all depends, my boy, whether n man Is burning It or paying for it."— Yonkers Statesman.

He Might Have Known.

Enraged Husband —I’ve been waiting three hours outside here. Wife—Mercy! Didn’t you get mV note? I left It on the dining room tnble telling you I’d bide the key In a new place.