The Syracuse Journal, Volume 4, Number 52, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 25 April 1912 — Page 7

I STORY J [No Man’s] ■■3 Land E" A ROMANCE By Louis Joseph Vance i Illustrations by Ray Walters (Copyright, 1910, by Louis Joseph Vance.) SYNOPSIS. Garrett Coast, a young njan of New York Citv, meets Douglas Blackstock, who invites him to a card party, He accepts, although he dislikes Blackstock, the reason being that both are in loM* with Katherine Thaxter. Coast fails to convince her that Blackstock is unworthy of her friendship At the party Coast meets two named Dundas and Van Tuyl. There is a quarrel, and Blackstock shoots Van Tuyl dead. Coast struggles to wrest the weapon from him, thus the police discover them. Coast is arrested for murder. He Is convicted, but as he begins his sentence. Dundas names Blackstock as the murderer and kills himself. Coast becomes free, but Blackstock has married Katherine Thaxter and fled. Coast purchases a yacht and while sailing sees a man thrown from a distant boat. He rescues the fellow who is named Appleyard. They arrive at a lonely island, known as No Man's Land Coast starts out to explore the place and comes upon some deserted buildings. He discovers a man dead. Upon going further and approaching a house he sees Katherine Thaxter, who explains that her husband, under the name of Black, has bought the Island. He is blind, a wireless operator and has a station there. Coast informs her that ‘ her husband murdered - Van Tuyl. Coast sees Blackstock and some Chinamen burying a man. They fire at him. CHAPTER X.—(Continued.) Coast decided to make himself a present of whatever benefit might be held to inhere in the doubt He gained the rear entrance in a bound, with another found himself charging down the embankment, in ""H-bapf treacherous composition of loose and gravel he struggled montfemarily and vainly for a footing. Thenjie fell and rolled ingloriously, accompanied by a cloud of dirt, rubbish and small , stones. At the bottom of a descent of some thirty feet he picked himself up, unhurt but shaken, just as a second bullet ploughed up the sand two paces to one side. There was no longer any question as to the identify of the target. Coast permitted himself a single, fleeting, upward glance, caught a cinematographic glimpse of the Chinaman — like some huge, ungainly bird in his loose, flapping garments, descending the bank —and turned and ran headlong. Presently, some distance ahead, the shadowy proportions of the beached catboat took shape through the mist. " For some reason Coast hailed it with a sob of hope: Heaven alone knows what manner of hope the sight of it held out to his dazed preceptions. He had pierely a bewildered notion that ' if oply he could hold out until he reached the boat it would afford him some sort of shelter —or else that he might stumble across some nondescript weapon of defence —a broken oar—anything. . . . Somehow he did manage to gain the little vessel, and, with his pursuer pounding on not fifteen feet in the rear, doubled like a rabbit round Its stern. He had a fugitive impression, as he passed, of a curious something crouching there; but with no time for recognition, or indeed for thought, he shot on, of a sudden painfully alive to the fact that he nad been mistaken,, that there was no refuge for him there. . . . Then he pulled up on the sound of a heavy fall behind him—a dull crash followed by a short, stifled cry and a sharp crack as of two stones coming together. He looked back in time to see the short, starved figure of Appleyard straightening up from the body of the Chinaman, to see the little man’s halffriendly, half-apologetic smile, and to* hear him say in a tone of quiet reassurance: “All right, old top. He’s down and three times out” Incredulous and half exhausted, Coast staggered back to the boat The Chinaman lay like some monstrous effigy of man, inert, sprawling, with a sagging jaw, shut eyes and a ragged, bleeding wound in the middle of his forehead. A bit of driftwood —part of the water-bleached branch of a small tree —was twisted between his feet; a formidably jagged etone In Appleyard’s hand eked out the story of his downfall. “It wasn’t anything,” the little man explained with his timid, makeshift smile, noting Coast’s expression. “1 saw you coming—heard the shots to begin with —and made preparation accordin’. Lucky you chanced this way. Otherwise ...” < He shrugged and cast away the stone that had served so famously. “We’d better be making tracks before the others came down on us,” he suggested calmly. “You —you’ve ‘killed him?” Coast panted. % “Um-m —no; sorry to .say.” Appleyard moved to one side and picked up the revolver which had fallen from the Chinaman’s hand. "Unfortunately just stuMnea. . . . Mebbe,” he added, brightening momentarily, "it’ll turn out concussion of the brain, but” —he made a dubious mouth—“l’m qjjrwljl pot Those brutes are tough

aS pig iron. Still, I think I'm some promisin' entry in the David and Goliath class —what? . . . Come along now: no time to waste.” He dropped the weapon into a pocket, and seizing Coast’s arm, began to trot him along the beach in the direction of thq Echo’s dory. “You see,” he commented severe? ly, “what comes of going out alone. Next time I go palling, J want you to stay at home and keep out of mischief. Now you hear me!” CHAPTER Xh While his crew was whipping the dory's headwarp round a deck-cleat. Coast stood in the cock-pit of the Echo, frowning thoughtfully at the blurred loom of land to starboard, whose shadow seemed to fall cold upon his soul with a sinister presage of suffering and disaster. For there was Katherine, there Blackstock, there mystery, terror, death; . . • and there be himself must be, for her sake. Out of the horror and turmoil of the last half-hour he emerged with conviction and understanding. She must not be left alone in that place of nameless perils. Such doubts as he had previously entertained no longer found footing in his thoughts: it was settled now; he would stay. In the emotional stress of his unforeseen encounter with the woman temporarily he had forgotten the victim of the bowstring.. But now, basing his conclusions on what she had told him of the personnel of the island, he saw without doubt that the man could have been no other than that Mr. Power she had named as Blackstock’s assistant. Power was an Irish name: Coast had catalogued the man as of Irish extraction, at sight ...

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If the motive for the assassination remained dark, that Blackstock was privy to it, if not the prime instigator of the crime, was as patent as daylight Coast knew in his heart that he was fated never to leave No Man’s Land while the woman he loved remained there with the man he feared,* despised and hated. Mr. Appleyard, having made fast the dory, sat himself down, filled and lighted his pipe, and for several moments regarded Coast with a look at once contemplative, penetrating and sympathetic. Then he chose to divert his employer with an enigmatic observation. “Silly of you,” he remarked coolly. Coast came out of his abstraction with a start “What’s that?” he demanded sharply. “I said: ‘Silly of you.’” “What d’you mean by that?" “I mean,” drawled the little man, “that you’re wasting valuable time standing there with your hands idle and trying to make up your mind what’s best to be done about it If we were only a bit better acquainted, or if you had a grain of perspicuity in your make-up, you’d have realised long ago that you’d better leave it all to me.” “What —!” stammered Coast. “What in thunder are you t’alking about?” Appleyard removed the pipe from his mouth and waved it comprehensively toward the island. “That," he said, sententious, smiling sweetly up into the amazed face of his companion. “Your predicament,” he added. “If you’d only stayed put, I’d have had everything fixed, but of course you had to butt in and complicate matters. Not that I’m at all dismayed; I can still arrange everything satisfactorily, 1 think. But you oughtn’t to interfere. If I didn’t like you so much I’d be awful’ vexed, honest I would!” Coast sat down and gasped with astonishment and Irrational resent ment “Either you're mad!” he said —“raving—or —” ? “You lose your first guess,” the Ut- | tie man interrupted calmly. “I’m talk-

Ing sense, and I*ll prove it. Listen: you’re cudgelling your — hmm! — brains for an excuse to go back and establish yourself on No Man’s-Land —persona grata to the inhabitants, temporarily at least Aren’t you?” Coast’s jaw dropped. “How do you know that?" he breathed, thunderstruck. “I’m the best little guesser you ever met,’’ replied Appleyard complacently. “Take it from me, I’m wise to a lot more than you ever dreamed. Furthermore, I’m for you. f{ow, with that entente clearly established, are you willing to put yourself in my hands and rest easy in my assurance that you’ll win out, or do you prefer to blunder on in your infatuated, bullheaded way and take your chances?” “But —but —who are you? What do you know?” “I’m the man in the know in this case, all right But that’s not the point I’ll explain, and to your satisfaction, 'later. For the present, the questions is: Will you or won’t you trust me?” Coast made a helpless gesture. “Go on,” he said. “Good enough. Now,” continued Appleyard, rising, “the first thing to do is to clear out of this. You get the anchor up and I’ll start the machinery.” “But —” “Tut, tut! Leave it to me; I’m the doctor, and I’m handing you the only possible prescription, based on an exhaustive diagnosis of the symptoms, et cetera. And you’d better hump yourself. As things stand,” the little man paused to explain with a trace of impatience, seeing that Coast made no move and was on the point of interposing further objections, “we have the advantage of our friends ashore. We know who they are, but they don’t know us. But if we stick round here

it’s only a question of time before we’re discovered. Whereas, if we fold our tent and silently beat it, w« can return anon (get that ‘anon?’) and they’ll have less excuse for identifying us with the first rash intruders. Morevover, we shall have had time to study the situation in detail and plan our campaign accordingly. . . . Now will you get that mud-hook up?” He turned his back to Coast and prepared to uncover the motor, while his putative employer, mystified and talked into a condition of semi-hypno-sis, silentlyi rose and clambered forward. By the time he had weighed in the light anchor and returned to the cockpit, the little engine was trobbing busily and the Echo had begun to move, Appleyard at the wheel, imperturbable, steering by the compass on the seat at his side. He nodded satisfaction as Coast began to coil the cable, still dazed and almost inclined to credit the preposterous situation to a waking dream. “Good!” said the little man. “Now get below and change—you can’t afford to catch your death, standing round in those dripping rags—and relieve me, that I may do the same. Furthermore, I'd be glad of a dVop of grog. We’ll talk later." ' “Do you mind telling me where we’re bound?” Coast inquired with mild sarcasm. “Not at all. This course ought to take us clear of Devil’s Bridge,” returned the little man helpfully. Coast was in a more cheerful mood, too, when he returned, the confidence and courage of his manner bearing witness to the restorative power oi plenty of hot coffee and bacon and eggs (TO BE CONTINUED.) A Good Business Man. Ductor—“Now, Mr. Macdonald, 1 must take your temperature.” Macdonald (nee Israels) —“Ach, but you cannot. Everything is in der name of my wife!”—Everybody’s Waekir.

mm I 7 pl? w HARD LUCK WAS PREVALENT Benevolent Old Gentleman Discovers 131 Persons in London Who Had Lost £5 Note on Same Day. The dear old gent was evidently a gatherer of statistics, and with a beaming smile he stepped up to a gentleman, who was waiting for a tram, and tapping him lightly on the shoulder said: “Excuse me, but did you drop a £5 note?” at the same time holding out ip his hancFthe article mentioned. The gentleman questioned gazed a moment at the note, assumed an anxious look, made a hasty search of his pockets, and said: “Why, so I did, and I hadn't missed it,” holding out an eager hand. The elderly hunter' of statistics slowly drew forth his notebook and said: “I thought so.” He then took the name and address of the. loser, and putting the note in his pocket turned away. “Well,” said the other, “dd you want it all as a reward?” “Oh, I did not find one.” returned the benevolent one, with another beam, “but it struck me that in a big place like London there must be a quantity of money lost, and upon inquiry I found that you are the one hundred and thirty-first man who has lost a £5 note this morning.”—ldeas. Troubled Waters. Capt. Joe Waters, a Kansas attorney, tried a case at Council Grove not long ago. The captain was up against It; and he turned on the tears and let them flow unrestrained while depicting the woes of his client. It wafc a great and tearful speech. In the middle of it a brother attorney who was sitting by was observed taking off his shoes. “What are you doing that for?” asked another lawyer. “By gum,” replied the lawyer who was removing his shoes, “I’m getting ready to wade out. It’s right sloppy round here already—and Joe ain’t half through!”—Saturday Evening Post. Wealth All About Him. “You may not believe me, but I was once surrounded by wealth,” said Bleary Weery. at the rear door. “Il that so!” exclaimed the housekeeper. “Come in and have a hot meal and tell me about it.” “Jest a cup o’ hot coffee, mum; there ain’t must to tell.” “Here is the coffee, poor unfortunate man. Does it not give you new life and remind you of when you were surrounded with wealth?” “No; not just ’xatly. De time w’en I was surrounded wit wealt’ was onct w’en I slept in a coal yard.”

BREAKING IT GENTLY. Tom —People are so careless when they are skating. Ethel —I hear there are many things lost on the ice. Tom —Yes; I lost my heart here tonight Newspaper Enterprise. City Editor —Hi, Sims! Sims (the reporter)—Yes, sir. City Editor —Go down to the hotel and interview that magnate and get his denial of the interview at the same time. Scoot, now! —Judge. Had to Look Eleswhere. “I have been making a careful study of men.” “I suppose you have done so by closely observing your husband?” “Oh, no. The poet, you remember, says, the proper study of mankind is man.” S<|w the Bright Side. “My dear,” moaned the sick man as he tossed restlessly on his bed; “it’s the doctor I’m thinking .of. What a bill his ’will be!” I “Never mind, Joseph,” said his spouse, comfortingly. "There Is the •urance money, you know.”

WOMAN WANTED TO BE SURE After Spouse Had Snuggled Comfortably Under Blankets Wife Begins Nightly Interrogations. It is this kind of wife that makes some men old and gray before their time. ; “William,'’ she says, after William is curled snugly up under the blankets for the night, “did you lock the front door?” “Yes,” said William, briefly. “You’re sure you did?” “Yes, sure.” “And you slipped the bolt, too?” “Yes.” “You know you forgot it once, and it gave me such a turn when I found it out In the morning I didn’t get over it for a week. We haven’t much anybody’d want to steal, I know; but I don’t want the little we have taken, for I —” “I tell you I attended to the doors.” “Well, I hope so, for goodness’ sake. You attended to the basement door?” “Yes. I tell you.” “Because if you hadn’t, you or I, one or the other would have to get up and attend to it now. I read to-day of —■” “Don’t care what you read.” “It said that a man forgot to —” “I don’t care if he did.” “And in the night a burglar walked right in and —” “I don’t believe it.” “Eve a good mind to get up and see if you. have locked that door. You’re sure?” ‘How many times have I told you thut I did lock it?” ‘’Well, you thought you’d locked it that time when you left it unlocked.” And so on. GENERATION TO GENERATION. My/// W/l 2 Mrs. B. —My husband has never ceased talking about his mother’s cooking. Mrs. W.—Never mind, your boys will be doing the same thing after they are married. No Waste of Energy. “A woman had a green servant maid.” said George Foster, toastmaster at the farewell dinner tendered io Dr. Lynn P. Hough, “and one day she asked her to wash the front windows. The maid started at the top of the house and worked toward the bottom. Happening to pass the floor where the girl was washing, her’mistress noticed that she was washing only the insides of the windows. ' “ ‘Why don’t you wash the outside too?” asked the mistress. “‘Sure, ma’am, I’m cleaning the in side so you can see out and leaving the outside dirty ,so the passers-by can’t see in.’ ” Wanted a Wife. Miss Antique—You ought to get married, Mr. Oldchapp. Mr. Oldchapp (earnestly)—l have wished many times lately that I had a wife. Miss Antique (delighted)—Have you, really? Mr. Oldchapp—Yes. If I had a wife she’d probably have a sewing machine, and the sewing machine would have an oil can, and I could take it and oil my office chair. It squeaks horribly. Oh, No, She Wouldn’t. “I can’t understand why a woman should lie about her age. I should never try to deceive anybody in that way.” “Still, you wouldn’t want everybody to know you were forty-one, would you?” “Forty-pne! The idea! I'll not be thirty-two till my next birthday?’ d — " Self-Approval’s Insufficiency. ' “My motto is ‘Be sure you’re right and then go ahead,’ ” -remarked one eminent statesman. “It’s a fine motto,” replied the other, “but it’s only good for the one vote you cast yourself. What you want to do is to convince a whole lot of other fellows that you’re right and let them go ahead.” A Wise Father. “I will agree to let you have my daughter on one condition.” “What is it?" “That you first deposit to my credit an amount sufficient to pay her expenses when she gets ready to go to Heno.” Convincing, Indeed. Friend—Was your play much of a success? Author—Success! Why, the women wept so that most of them went home with their true complexions.—Puck. Her Own Implement. “A woman can’t drive a nail, straight.” “Not with a hammer, possibly. But you give her a hairbrush and she can drive a nail »« well as anybody.”

iNimwnONAL SONWSffIOOI Lesson (By E. O. SELLERS. Director of Evening Department, The Moody Bible Institute of Chicago.) LESSON FOR APRIL 28. THE BEATITUDES. LESSON TEXT—Matt. 5:1-12. GOLDEN TEXT—“Blessed are the pure ’ in heart for they shall (No doubt about it) see God.” It was St. Augustine who first gave the ordination address of Jesus, after choosing the twelve, the title of “The Sermon on the Mount,” a title now universally accepted. It is better perhaps “The Gospel of the Kingdom,” telling us of the characteristics of these members of the new kingdom Jesus came to establish, the influence of these) members upon the world, and is a commentary upon the laws of this kingdom. It is this, and more, for it is a prophecy of the church at work and also a test whereby we are to know ‘ who belong to this kingdom. Their Spiritual Meaning. There are in reality only seven of the Beatitudes, the “blessednesses” and seven is always typical of perfectness. They are written in Old Testament language, but- give the old form a new and spiritual meaning. The rewards are not arbitrary, but are the logical Outgrowth of the character depicted. The first four are passive virtues. Happy are those who are poor in spirit, not the poor-spirited but the humble minded ones conscious of their need. It is the poor, as to this world, that are to be rich in faith and to be heirs of that kingdom which Christ has promised to those that love him (Jas. 2:5). Happy are those that mourn, for they mourn not as those who have no hope, they shall be comforted, yea, they shall be strengthened. Paul tells us of that sorrow which is unto salvation and need not to be repented of, but the sorrow of the worketh death. Happy are the meek, those who are not proud. Tl(e pride of man is soon cut off as grfcss. In him, the meek and lowly, we are to find rest to our souls. We are exhorted by the meekness and gentleness of Christ to receive instruction and Peter tells us that our ornamentation that shall be of the greatest price is to be mqek and quiet in spirit. At this point the master begins to/ make his practical application of the lives of those having these characteristics, upon, the world about them. Happy are the merciful. The withholding of mercy tends to poverty, but the liberal soul shall be made fat, for to the merciful he will show himself to be merciful. Forebearing, and forgiving we enter into this happiness, being kind, forgiving, tender-hearted, even aaChrist hath forgiven us. a Righteousness Defined. Happy are the pure for they may draw nigh unto God in full assurance of faith for themselves and on behalf of others. Indeed the writer of Hebrews tells us that without holiness (purity) no man can see God, not our own righteousness wherein we might boast but the righteousness of Christ which is by faith. Happy are the peace-makers, the receivers and the diffusers of this kingdom. Not merely peaceable men, nor pieces of men, but rather as Tyndale’s version is, “the maintainers of peace.” Led by the spirit of God they are not only called the sons of God, but are the sons of God (Rom. 8:14). “The cause, not the pain, makes the martyr,” said St. Augustine. Those who are presented for righteousness’ sake, not those who seek persecution, are possessors of t this kingdom; possessing it they are persecuted. Being is doing—doing does not produce life, and we have here a linking of the old law and the new gospel. His kingdom brings blessedness, happiness; satan’s kingdom turns to the apples of Sodom. God says, speak out, endure for others. His kingdom is distinguished by altruism. The kingdom of darkness says: “Keep still, live for yourself.” This kingdom knows not the essence of brotherhood. Man ever asks this old question: “How may Ibe happy?” Those whom Jesus selects as the happy ones are looked upon by the world as the most unfortunate, but time has proven and' eternity will justify these declarations of Christ. The good of this age belongs to the selfish and self-assertive, the good of the coming age to the selfrenouncing. It is better to have sorrowed and to have received his comfort than never to have sorrowed at all. Th'e message of the meek will get a hearing as against the censorious, and the supremely happy are those who shall see God. Hunger for the highest and the noblest can find a supply for all its needs in Jesus the Son of God and only according to the principles he here sets forth. Jesus saw the - multitude when he gave us this sermon, which is not a sermon at all. He understood their need, the state of their hearts and what was in their minds. He did not see them as so many pawns upon the chess board of life; he saw their life, their sorrow's, their sins. He read the story of human need and human des-, tiny. Why rejoice over our reproach? Because this is the path into this new kingdom. And when we walk “for Christ’s sake” we shall enter therein and rejoice greatly for we shall have “great reward in heaven.”

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