The Syracuse Journal, Volume 3, Number 36, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 5 January 1911 — Page 6

f/3 STORY The Courage of Captain Plum By JAMES OLIVER CURWOOD 1 (Copyright 1908 by Bobbs-Merrill Co.) > Ift SYNOPSIS. , Capt. Nathaniel Plum, of the sloop (Typhoon, lands secretly on Beaver Island, stronghold of the Mormons. He is sud-f denly confronted by Obadiah Price, ap. eccentric old man and a member of the mormon council, who tells him that he is (expected. Price Ignores Nat’s protesta* dons that he has got the wrong man. and bargains for the ammunition aboard the ■loop. He binds Nat by a solemn oath to deliver a package to Franklin Pierce, president of the United States. Near jprice’s cabin Nat sees the frightened face of a young woman who disappears in the darkness, leaving an odor or lilacs. It •develops that Plum’s visit to the island Js to demand settlement from the king, Btrang, for the looting of his ship some lime previously, supposedly by Mormons. ,Casey. the mate, has been left in charge '.Ofthe sloop with orders to bombard St. James if Nat does not return within a pertain time. Price taken Nat in the darkness, to the king’s home, and through a window he sees the king and Jiis wives, among whom is the lady of ’ the lilacs, whom Price says is the seventh wife. Plum calls at the king’s office, where he is warned by a young (woman that his life is in danger. Strang (receives Plum cordially, professes indignation when he hears the captain’s grievance, and promises to punish the guilty. 'Plum again receives warning of his danSlger. He rescues. Neil, who is being pubjficly whipped. The king orders Arbor ’Croche, the sheriff and father of Winnome, the girl who warned Nat, to purue and kill the two men. Plum and Neil (plan to escnpe on the Typhoon. Plum learns that Marion, the girl of the Jilacs, (la Neil’s sitter. She is not yet married Ito Strang. Plum suggests carrying her off on the ship. ’ (CHAPTER V.—Continued.) “I am beginning to understand—a little,” said. “Obadiah had/ planned i (that I should meet Marion, but I was ta fool and spoiled his scheme. If 1 (had done as he told me I should have jseen her this morning.” ■ In a few words he reviewed the (events of the preceding evening and tof that morning—of his coming to the (island, his meeting with Obadiah, and •of the singular way in which he had ibeoome interested in Marion. He .omitted the oaths but told of Winnsome’s warning and of his interview rwfth the Mormon king. When he (spoke of the girl as he had seen her (through the king’s window, and of her (appealing face turned toward him at the jail, his voice trembled with an (excitement that deepened the flush in (Neil’s cheeks. < “Captain Plum, .1 thank God that (you like Marion,” he said simply. “Aftier I kill Strang will you help her?” “Yes.” “You are willing to risk—” “My life —my men—my ship!” Nathaniel spoke like one to whom there had been suddenly opened the portals to a great joy. He sprang to his feet and stood before Neil, h!s ■whole being throbbing with the emotions which had been awakened within him. “Good God, why don’t you tell me •what her peril is?” he cried, no longer restraining himself. “Why are you going to kill Strang? Has he —has he •—” His face flushed with the question which he dared not finish. “No—not that!” interrupted Nell. “He has never laid a hand on Marion. She hates him as she hates the snakes <n thia swamp. And yet—next Sunday she is to become his seventh wife!” Nathaniel started as if he had bees threatened by a blow. “You mean—he Is forcing her into his harem?” he asked. “No, he can not do that!” exclaimed Neil, the hatred bursting out anew in his face. “He can not force her into marrying him, and yet—” He flung his arms above his head in sudden passionate despair. “As there is a God in heaven I would give 10 years of my life for the secret of the prophet’s i power over Marion!” he groaned. “Three months ago her hatred of him was terrible. She loathed ithe sight of him. I have seen her shiver at the sound of his voice. When he asked her to become his wife she refused him in words that I had believed no person in the kingdom woftld have dared to use. Then—less than a month ago—the change came, and one day she told me that she had made up her mind to become Strang’s ■wife. From that day her heart was broken. I was dumbfounded. I raged and cursed and even threatened. Once I accused her of a shameful thing and though I Implored her forgiveness a thousand times I know that she weeps over my brutal words still. But nothing could change her. On my knees I have pleaded with her, and once she flung her arms round my shoulders and said, ‘Neil, I can not tell you why I am marrying Strang. But I must.* 1 went to Strang and demanded an explanation; I told him that my sister hated him, that the sight of his face mid the sound of his voice filled her with abhorrence, but he only laughed at me and asked me why I objected to becoming the brother-in-law of a

prophet Day by day I have seen ( Marion’s soul dying within her. Some terrible -secret is gnawing at her heart, robbing her of the very life which a few weeks ago made her the most beautiful thing on this island; some dreadful influence is shadowing her every step, and as the day draws near when she is to join the king’s harem I see in her eyes at times a look that frightens me. There is only one salvation. Tomorrow I shall kill Strang!” “And then?” Neil shrugged his shoulders. “I will shoot him through the abdomen so that he will live to tell his wives who did the deed. After that I will try to make my escape to the mainland.” “And Marion —” “Will not marry Strang! Isn’t that plain?" “You have guessed nothing—no cause for the prophet’s power over your sister?” asked Nathaniel. “Absolutely. And yet that influence is such that at times the thought of it freezes the blood in my veins. It is so great that Strang did not hesitate to throw me into jail on the pretext that I had threatened his life. Marion implored him to spare me the disgrace of a public whipping and he replied by reading to her the commandments of the kingdom. That was last night—when you saw her through the window. Strang is madly infatuated with her beauty and yet he dares to go any length without fear of losing her. She has become his slave. She is as completely in his power as though bound in iron chains. And the most terrible thing about it all is that she has constantly urged me to leave the island—to go, and never return. Great God, what does it Ml mean? I love her more than anything c<se on earth, we have been inseparable since the day she was able to toddle alone —and yet she would have me leave her! No power on earth can reveal the secret that is torturing her. No power can make Strang divulge it.” “And Obadiah Price!” cried Nathaniel, sudden excitement flashing in his eyes. “Does he know?” “I believg that he does!” replied Neil, .pacing back and forth in his agitation “Captain Plum, if there is a man dn this island who loves Marion with all of a father’s devotion it is Obadiah Price, and yet he swears that he knows nothing of the terrible influence which has so suddenly enslaved her to the prophet! He suggests that it may be mesmerism, but 1 —” He interrupted himself with g harsh, mirthless laugk. “Mesmerism be damned! It’s not that!” “Your sister —is—a Mormon,” ventured Nathaniel, remembering what the prophet had said to him that morning. “Could it be her faith? —a message revealed through Strang from—” Neil stopped him almost fiercely. “Marion is not a Mormon!” he said. “She hates Mormonism as she hates Strang. I have tried to get her to leave the island with me but she insists on staying because of the old folk. They are very old, Captain Plum, and they believe in the prophet and his heaven as you and I believe in that blue sky up there. The day before I was arrested I begged my sister to flee to the .mainland with me but she refused with the words that she had said to me a hundred times before —‘Neil, I must marry the prophet!’ Don’t you see there is nothing to do—but to kill Strang?” Nathaniel thrust his hand into a pocket of the coat he had loaned Neil and drew forth his pipe and tobacco pouch. As he loaded the pipe he looked squarely into the other’s eyes and smiled. “Neil,” he said softly. “Do you know that you would have made an awful fool of yourself if I hadn’t hove in sight just when I did?” He lighted his pipe with exasperating coolness, still smiling over its bowl. “You are not going to kill Strang tomorrow,” he added, throwing away the match and placing both hands on Neil’s shoulders. His eyes were laughing with the joy that shone in them. “Neil, I am ashamed of you! You have worried a devilish lot over a very simple matter. See here—” He blew a Cloud of smoke over the other’s head. “I’ve learned to demand some sort of pay for my services since I landed on this island. Will you promise to b's —a sort of brotheiI—to 1 —to me—if I steal Marion and sail away with her tonight?” • CHAPTER VI. Marion. . At Nathaniel's astonishing words Neil stood as though struck suddenly dumb. “Don’t you see what a very simple case it is?” he continued, enjoying the other’s surprised silence. “You plan to kill Strang to keep Marion from marrying him. Well, I will hunt up Marion, put her in a bag if necessary and carry her to my ship. Isn’t that better and safer and just as sure as murder?” The excitement had gone out of Neil’s face. The flush slowly faded from his cheeks and in. his eyes there gleamed something besides the malevolence of a few moments before. As Nathaniel stepped back from him half laughing and puffing clouds of smoke from his pipe Marion’s brother thrust his hands into his pockets with an exclamation that forcefully expressed his appreciation of Captain Plum’s scheme. “I never thought of that,” he added, after a moment. “By heaven, It will be easy—” “So easy that I tell you again I am ashamed of you for not having thought of it!” cried Nathaniel. “The flrat

thfng fa to get safely aboard my ship.* “We can do that within an hour.” “And tonight—where will we find Marion?” “At home,” said Neil. “We live near Obadiah. You must have seen the house as- you came into the clear ing this morning the forest” Nathaniel smiled as he thought of his suspicions of the old councilor. “It couldn’t be better situated for our work,” he said. “Does the forest run down to the lake on Obadiah’a side of the Island?” “Clear to the beach.” Neil's face betrayed a sudden flash of doubt “I believe that our place has been watched for some time,” he explained. “I am sure that it is especially guarded at night and that no person leaves or enters it without the knowledge of Strang. I am certain, that Marion is aware of this surveillance although she professes to be wholly ignorant of it. It may cause us trou ble." “Can you reach the house without being observed?” “After midnight—yes.” “Then there is no for alarm," declared Nathaniel. “If necessary ? can bring 10 men into the edge ot the woods. Two can approach thv house as quietly as one and I will ge with you. Once there you can tel! Marion that your life depends on hec accompanying you to Obadiah’s. I be lieve she will go. If she won’t —” He stretched cut his arms as if in antici pation of the burden they mifeht hold “If she wont —I’ll help you carry her!"’ ‘And meanwhile,” said Neil, “Arboi Croche’s men—” “Will be as dead aa herring floaten if they show up!” he cried, leaping two feet off the ground in his enthu Siam. “I’ve got 12 of the damnedest fighters aboard my ship that ever lived and 10 of them will be in the edge of the woods!” Neil’s eyes were shining with something that made Nathaniel turn his own to the loading of his pipe. “Captain Plum, I hope I will be abls to repay you for this,” he said. There was a trembling break in his voice and for a moment Nathaniel did not look up. His own heart was neat Bm) W/J/ “You Are Not Going to Kilt Strang Tomorrow.” bursting with the new life that throbbed within it. When he raised his eyes to his companion’s face again there was a light in them that spoke almost as plainly as words. “You haven’t accepted my price, yet, Neil,” he replied quietly. “I asked you if you’d—be—a sort of brother —” Neil sprang to his side with a fervoi that knocked the pipe out of his hand “I swear that! And if Marion doesn’t—” Suddenly he jerked himself into & listening attitude. “Hark!” For a moment the two ceased tu breathe. The sound had come to them both, low, distant. After it there feL a brief hush. Then again, as they stared questioningly into each other’s eyes, it rolled faintly into the swamp —the deep, far baying of a hound. “Ah!” exclaimed Neil, drawing bach with a deep breath. “I thought they would do it!” “The bloodhounds!” (T() BE CONTINUED.) DINING OUT WITH FRIENDS How a Boarding House Romance Be gan Between Two Homeless Lodgers Who Had No Acquaintances. Not until boarding houses cease tc exist will all their romances be written. Shabby romances, some of them are, like that of the young woman who got so tired of being called “poor thing” because she received no invitations and had to eat all her meals at the boarding house table that she took to eating alone once in awhile at a cheap restaurant; and then brazenly lying about the friends who had invited her to dinner. There was a young man in that house who never went anywhere eith er. The first night the girl stayed out life’s desolation nearly overpowered him. “Even that poor little whits faced soul has made friends who want her,” he said. “Nobody wants me. I’m no good on earth.” Then on rare occasions his place at the table was vacant. “New friends?’ asked the landlady. “Yes,” lied the young man. One night the man and the girl met In a 25-cent restaurant They blushed, they fenced, they finally confessed. “We’re a pair of frauds,” said the girl. “It’s awful to think that to night when we go home we will have to swear that we have been dining with friends.” “Well” said the young man. “ain't weF*

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Famous Expose Was Made

J B. J. Edwards Tells of Senator Dorsey’s Confession of the Way In Which He Captured Indiana for Republicans In 1880. . One of the famous political exposes •f yesterday was that in which Stephen W. Dorsey, United States senator from Arkansas during the reconstruction period, told how, aa secretary of the Republican national committee in 1880, he had collected and used 1200,000 in new two-dollar bills for the purpose of influencing the state of Indiana to return a safe majority for the Republican presidential ticket of that year. Now, for the first time, is tßkf fa print how Senator Dorsey came to make the confession which created such intense excitement throughout the country in the summer of 1883. Early in Garfield’s administration the so-called Star Route frauds were brought to light, and In connection with them Senator Dorsey was indicted for conspiracy. At the first trial the jury failed to reach a decision, but upon a second trial, in 1883, he was acquitted. I reported this second trial for the New York Sun on orders from Mr. Dana direct. It was late In the day that Senator Dorsey was acquitted. About 10 o’clock that night there came a knock on the door of the hotel room I was occupying, and, opening the door in response, I was confronted by Senator Dorsey’s negro valt. “Senatah Dorsey wants to see you-all at once, sab,” he reported. “He done sent me to tell you-all so.” Deeply wondering at the message, I went Immediately to Senator Dorsey. He received me cordially, and at once began to explain why he had summoned me. “I have read every day your report of my trial,” he said. “All through yours has been the only true report of the trial. You have told exactly what happened, what was said and done. You have not colored your reports at the instigation Gt those of my political enemies who caused my Indictment when they should have defended me from the charges brought against me. I am grateful to you for your fairness to me, and I am now going to prove my gratefulness. I have just finished a statement in which I tell why I was indicted and tried. In it I charge that all this trouble was brought upon me maliciously by my political enemies. Here is the statement. You alone of all the newspaper men who reported my trial will get it. Send it to your paper if you like, and you can assure Mr. Dana that he will have the exclusive publication of it. At mid-

Senator Who Always Listened

Brown of Georgia Declared Thait He Learned Something From Every Speech, However Dry It Might Seem to Others. One of the famous civil war governors of the south was Joseph E. Brown >f Georgia, father of the present Seorgia governor of that name. Governor Brown, the elder, an ardent secessionist, seized the Georgia forts before Ms ‘state seceded, raised an army of 100,000 old men and boys to prevent General Sherman from marching through the state on his way to the jea, threatened to have Georgia secede !rom the confederacy should conscription be enforced in the state, supportid General Grant for the presidency, ran for United States senator as a Republican, later returning to the Democratic party and .being sent by it to the United States senate in 1880. ' It was while he was in Washington hat I made the acquaintance of Governor Brown. He was a man of patriarchal appearance. He wore the beard >f the prophet; his white hair hung in plaint and tight little ringlets aboutlis ears rffid the back of his head, the lenses of his spectacles were so constructed as to make his eyes appear abnormally large. His dress, no natter how hot the weather, was always the conventional frock coat, Hack trousers, and the old fashioned lickey collar, and he always looked cool. He had been in the senate only a thort time when lt‘ was discovered hat he was not only a patient and faithful listener to every speech that vas made, but that he also seemed to lake real pleasure in giving heed to be dullest of utterances. Upon one occasion a senator from Florida, who lad the reputation of Immediately implying the senate chamber when he trose to speak, delivered an address If nearly three hours’ duration with Senator Brown as his only listener, Ind the Floridan, early In his opening tentences, fixed his gaze upon his Inother from Georgia it here until he had rid himself of his ponderous thoughts. The next day I met Senator Brown. Senator,” I said, “you paid the senJtor from Florida a very great equrlesy in listening patiently to hfo

H . night I leave for my ranch in New Mexico. Good-by.” I had tried to report the trial impartially, and I believe that Senator Dorsey was not quite accurate when he charged that all the other reports had been colored against him. Yet this I know absolutely for a fact: I hardly took time to thank the senator for giving me the exclusive use of his statement, so anxious was I to put it on the wire after he had handed it to me. And next day, when it was published In full. Its accusations against the senator’s former political associates and its vindictive tone caused it to be the sensation of the hour. A day later I received a wire from Mr. Dana instructing me to call on Senator Dorsey while he was In a vindictive mood and get him, if possible, to describe how the doubtful and crucial state of Indiana had really been influenced to go Republican three years before. I telegraphed back that the senator had left for his ranch In New Mexico an hour or so after had given me this statement,’and in a short time word came ( from Mr. Dana to follow Senator j Dorsey thither at once. A week or so later I was sitting with the senator on the porch of his ranch house. “Senator,” I said. “I have been sent

Plumb Kept Tab on Kansas ju

He Had Every Newspaper in the State Sent to Him at Washington and Read Local News With Utmost Care. United States senator from Kansas from 1877 until his death in December, 1891, Preston B. Plumb was one of the most interesting men to be found in the national capital during that period, and that was the time, too, when John J. Ingalls was in the heydey of his national glory. Senator Plumb "was in striking contrast to his distinguished colleague. Ingalls was a fine scholar, a student of the classics, and one of the best orators the senate ever had. Plumb was anything but a brilliant speaker, and he delivered his speeches so rapidly that they were caught with difficulty by the senate stenographers. Ingalls was fastidious in his dress and his personal habits. Plumb was not at all particular about the style, cut or condition of his coat. Meeting Ingalls on the street, and not knowing who he was, you would at once have set him down as a man of parts. Meeting Plumb under like conditions, you

A? —1 “Not patiently,” he said, at last; “I was greatly interested in the speech of the senator from Florida and received much information from him. Ido not care at all for the flourish of rhetoric, and if I am ever Impatient with a speaker It Is when it is apparent that he is trying to display oratorical gifts. Oratory is all right upon the stump, but It is not in place In the senate, and I am glad to observe that the rhetorical bombast and the classical quotations which in other years characterized much of the speaking In the senate, no longer prevail. The speech that counts —the kind of speech that should always be made In the senate — Is the one that Informs. Such speeches may seem dry at times to others, but never to me, and from listening to just such speeches since I took my seat I have gained a great fund of valuable Information. There is no 1 senator who cannot teach me something. I hope It may be said of me In time that I have been able to teach some of my fellow senators something —at least, to give them some Information. And as long as I am a member of the senate, I shall, unless circumstances over which I have no control prevent f listen to every speech made and pay earnest heed to it, even though I may chance to be the only auditor in the senate chamber.” Senator Brown was faithful to that resolution until his service was ended. It is, a record unique In the history of the upper house of the national legislature. (Copyright, 1910. by E. J. Edwards. AU Rights Reserved.) The Victor. Cassidy—Harrigan was around today braggin’ about th’ b’atln’ he gev Finnegan last Monda’. Casey—Last Monda’? Shure, that’s wear a week ago. ’Tls a wonder he wasn’t around sooner. Cassidy—Aye! but It seems he only recovered from it this mornin*. Ho Touch. “Gee! I’ve had hard luck lately. I ” "That ain’t the end of your hard luck, either.” "What do you mean?" 1 left all my money at home ta my alnffaMk”

all the way out here from Washing- ' ton to have you tell me just how the state of Indiana was influenced to go Republican In 1880. Wil you tell m< the story? I know you can, if you will.” “11l tell you,” he said, grimly. "The bond of secrecy was removed from my lips when the very men who should have shielded me from prosecution in the Star Route matter for what I had done for the Republican party actually conspired to persecute me. I’ll tell you the whole story, and I’ll tell you things that can’t be denied. For it was I, the secretary of the Republican national committee, who planned and had carried out the trick that did the work in Indiana.” The next minute Stephen W. Donsey started in with his confession. For a week thereafter I remained at his ranch,, questioning, picking up a thread here and a thread there, writing the story and playing billiards with my host. When my task was all done, he read it and vouched for every statement made therein. Then the manuscript was sent east. Printed a short time later, it filled nearly two pages in the New York Sun, and caused a veritable country-wide sensation. And to this day what Sena- ■ tor Dorsey told me and what I wrote about how Indiana had been made Republican in 1880 by the purchase of colored votes at two dollars apiece has never been denied. (Copyright, 1910. by the Associated Literary Press.)

would have placed him as a plain farmer. Again, Ingalls was not especially interested in political patronage, or in any of 6 the minor political duties with which senators are so often burdened. In patronage and the details that its distribution brings, Plumb was deeply interested, and in this connection his intimate knowledge of his own state was constantly a source of wonder to his colleagues, and a good deal of a mystery. “Why,” said Senator Frye of Maine to me, in the autumn of 1884, “Senator Plumb seems to know every man in the state of Kansas either by name or sight. And what’s more, he has the entire statistics, as well as the latest thought, of the state at his tongue’s end. How he does it all 1 can’t quite comprehend.” A little later I had occasion to call upon Senator Plumb one evening at his rooms. When I opened the door and walked in in response to a loud and hearty summons to enter, I at first saw no one. But I had never before seen such a collection of newspapers and unbound documents as the room contained, not even in the office of a newspaper exchange editor. They were scattered about everywhere; the r floor was literally carpeted with them, and they were stacked up in the corners and on shelves placed against the walls. For a few moments I gazed about me in silent wonder. Then, hearing a rustling in an alcove of the room, as of some one turning over a newspaper, I walked thither and dib covered Senator Plumb all but hidden behind an opened newspaper and dashing through it at breakneck speed, seemingly taking in an entire colums at a single glance of the eye. “Well, Senator,” I said, in my sur prise, “this is somewhat unusual.” He smiled. “This is where and how I keep in touch with my state,” h« said. “I have every newspaper pub lished In Kansas, daily or weekly, sen! to me here. I read every one of them faithfully. I do not look at the Associated Press reports or at the reprint matter, but I read carefully and fully I the local neiws, and I am especially particular to scan the columns contributed by what are called the coun try correspondents, who are never sc happy as when they are telling all they know about everybody they know. Through them I have come to know about their neighbors just as much as they do themselves. “I also read the editorials very carefully. lam especially careful to read the editorials of the Democratic papers. In this way I am able to keep abreast of the latest twist in Kansas thought, Just as from the local news columns and the letters of the country correspondents I learn of the latest happenings to and views of John Smith and John Jofies. “They say In the senate, I believe, that I know everything worth knowing about Kansas. Well, I try to learn all about it that is worth knowing; and it is only by taking and reading thoroughly the papers of the state that I have been able to keep in touch with it. Its people and Its prevailing opinions. But it's a job. It keeps me busy evening after evening; it turns my quarters into an old paper scrap heap.” And the junior senator from the Sunflower State looked ruefully at the mass of discarded papers hiding the carpet completely. (Copyright, 1910, by E. J. Edwarda AU Kights Reserved.) But Net of Harmony. "The School Board la making * lot ot poU» in the community juat now, TH, $ flow M«m to be so«xMtMn« LflC 0 JWAAOM bauA-

IONE REDEEMING FEATURE Whew Papa Hears It He Urges Onlj Son to Grab Girl Quick. - 4 The only son had just announced t» the family his engagement “What, that girl!” remarked hb mother. “Why, she squints.” > “She has absolutely no style,” com mented his sister. “Redheaded, isn’t she?” asked auntie. “I’m afraid she’s flighty,” was grand ma’s opinion. “She hasn’t any money,” said uncle “And she doesn’t look strong,’ chimed in the first cousin. “She’s stuck up, In my opinion,” as serrated the second cousin. “She’s extravagant,” was the opinion given by the third cousin. “Well, she’s got one redeejning feature, at any rate,” remarked' the onlj son, thoughtfully. “What’s that?” chorused the char itable band. “She hasn’t a relative on earth.” Papa had not yet spoken, but now he did. “Grab her, my boy,” grab her,” he said. HIRAM CARPENTER’S WONDERFUL CURE OF PSORIASIS. "I have been afflicted for twenty years with an obstinate skin disease, called by; some M. D.’s. psoriasis, and others leprosy, commencing on my scalp; and in spite of all I could do> with the help of the most skilful doctors, it slowly but surely extended until a year igo this winter it covered my entire person in the form of dry scales. For the last three years I have been unable to do any labor, and suffering intensely all the time. Every morning there would be nearly a dustpanful of scales taken from the sheet on my bed, some of them half as large as the envelope containing this letter. In the latter part of winter my skin commenced cracking open. I tried everything, almost, that could be thought of, without any relief. The, 12th of June I started West, in hopes I could reach the Hot Springs. I reached Detroit and was <so low I thought I should have to go to the hospital, but finally got as far as Lansing, Mich., where I had a sister living. One Dr. treated me about two weeks, but did me no good. Atl thought I had but a short time to live. I earnestly prayed to die. Cracked through tbe skin all over my back, across my ribs, arms, hands, limbs; feet badly swollen; toe-nails came off; finger-nails dead and hard as a bone; hair dead, dry and lifeless as old straw. O my God! how I difl suffer. “My sister wouldn’t give up; said, ‘We will try Cuticura.’ Some was applied to one hand and arm. Eureka! there was relief; stopped the terribh burning sensation from -the word go. They immediately got Cuticura Re solvent, Ointment and Soap. I com menced by taking Cuticura Resolvent three time a day after meals; had a bath once a day, water about blood heat; psed Cuticura Soap freely; applied Cuticura Ointment morning anfl evening. Result: returned ( to my home in just six weeks from the time I left, and my skin as smooth as this sheet of paper. Hiram E. Carpenter. Henderson, N. Y.” The above remarkable testimonial was written January 19, 1880, and is. republished because of the permanency of the cure. Under date of April 22, 1910, Mr. Carpenter wrote from his present heme, 610 Walnut St. So, Lansing, Mich.: “I never suffered a return of the psoriasis and al though many years have passed I have not forgotten the terrible suffering I endured before using tbe Cuticura Remedies.” , . Breaking It by Degrees. Edmund Yates used to tell this an ecdote of a physician who was a personal friend. As the story went, Yates once saw the doctor operate upon a man afflicted with blood poisontag, when he ampuated the patient’s leg. “Do you think he’ll recover, now?” asked Yates, after the operation was over. “Recover!” exclaimed the physician. “Why, he never had a chance to get well.” ’ “Then why in the world did you ampuate that leg?” “Why,” said the surgeon, calmly, ‘you must not tell a patient the truth all at once, you know; you must first amuse him a little.” Wants a Long Engagement. ‘‘Do you believe in long engagements?” he asked after she had consented to be his. “Yes, dearest,” she replied. “I have always thought it was such a mistake for two people to rush into matrimony before they learned to really know each other." 8 “Well, about how long would you wish the engagement to be?” “Let me see. Would you think it was too long if we did not get married until a week from next Thursday?” Important to Mothers Examine carefully every bottle of CASTORIA, a safe and sure remedy for infants and children, and see that it In Use For Over 30 Years. The Kind You Have Always Bought — The angels are more likely .to be counting beads of perspiration than drops of tears. Convenient, wholesame, realjy the best. Mrs. Austins Famous Buckwheat. You do not lift the world by rolling ■p your eyes.