The Syracuse Journal, Volume 5, Number 25, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 17 October 1912 — Page 3

Reminiscences W . holmes \ Ulustr&iions & V.LB&rnes

Che. IDVINTIM 01 THE RED CIRCLE (Continued.) “How’s this, Watson?” he cried, picking up the paper from the table. ** ‘High red house with white stone facings. Third floor. Second window left. After dusk.—G.’ That is definite enough. I think after breakfast we must make a little reconnaissance of Mrs. Warren’s neighborhood. Ah. Mrs. Warren! what news do you bring us this morning?” Our client had suddenly burst into the room with an explosive energy which told of some new and rnomentot* development. “It’s a police matter, Mr. Holmes!” she cried. “I’ll have no more of it! He shall pack out of that with his baggage. I would have gone straight up and told him so, only I thought it •was but fair to you to take your opinion first. But I’m at the end of my patience, and when it comes to knocking my old man aljbut—” “Knocking Mr. Warren about?” “Using him roughly, anyway.” “But who used him roughly?" “Ah! that’s what we want to know! It was this morning, sir. Mr. Warren is a time-keeper at Morton & Waylight’s, in Tottenham Court road. He has to be out of the house before seven. Well, this morning he had not gone ten paces down the road when two men came up behind him, threw a coat over his head, and bundled him Into a cab that was beside the curb They drove him an hour, and then opened the door and shot him out. He lay in the roadway so shaken in his wits that he never saw what became of the cab. When he picked himself up he found he was qn Hampstead heath; so he took a bus home, and thtre he lies now on the sofa, while ■ F gg Bundled Him Into a Cab That Was Beside the Curb. I came straight round to tell you what bad happened.” “Most interesting,” said Holmes. "Did he observe the appearance of these men —did he heap them talk?” “No; he is clean dazed. He just knowt’ that he was lifted up as if by magic- Two at least were in it, and maybe three.” "And you connect this attack with your lodger?” "Wall, we’ve lived here fifteen years and no such happenings ever came before. I’ve had enough of him. Money’s not everything. I’ll have him out of my house before the day is done.” “Wait a bit, Mrs. .Warren. Do nothing rash. I begin to think that this affair may be very much more important than appeared at first sight. It is clear now that some danger is threatening your lodger. It is equally clear that his enemies, lying in wait for him near your door, mistook your husband for him in the foggy morning light On discovering their mistake tliey released him. What they would have done had it not been a mistake, we can only conjectured “Well, what am I to do, Mr. Eolmes?” “I have a great fancy to see this lodger of yours, Mrs. Warren.” "I don't see how that is to be managed, unless you break in the door. I always hear him unlock it as I go down the stair after I leave the tray." “He lias to take the tray in. Surely w could conceal ourselves and see him do it.” The landlady thought for a moment. “Well, sir, there’s the box-room opposite. I could arrange a, lockingglass, maybe, and if you were behind the door—” \ “Excellent!” said Holmes. “When does he lunch?” "About one, sir.” “Then Dr. Watson and I will come round in time. For the present, Mrs. Warren, goodby.” ) At half-past twelve we found ourselves upon the steps of Mrs. Warren’s house—a high, thin, yellowbrick edifice in Great Orme street, a narrow thoroughfare at the northeast side of the British museum. Standing as it does near the corner sf the street, it commands a view Sown Howe street, with its more pretentious houses. Holmes pointed ■dth a chuckle to one of the’se, a row »f residential flats, which projected go that they could not fall to catch the »y«"Bee, Watson!” said he. ‘“High iouse with stone facings.* There is

the signal station all right. We know the place, and we know the code; so surely our task should be simple. There’s a ‘To Let’ card in that wondow. It is evidently an empty flat to which the confederate has access. Well. Mrs. Warren, what now?” “I have it all ready for you. If you will both come up and leave your boots below on the landing,- I’ll put you there now.” It was an excellent hiding-place which she had arranged. The mirror was so placed that, seated in the dark, we could very plainly see the door opposite. We had hardly settled down in it. and'Mrs. Warren left us, when a distant tinkle announced that our mysterious neighbor had rung. Presently the landlady appeared with the tray, laid it down upon a chair beside the closed door, and then, treading heavily, departed. Crouching together in the angle of the door, we kept our eyes fixed upon the mirror. Suddenly, as the landlady’s footrteps died away, there was the creak of a turning key, the handle revolved, and two thin hands darted out and lifted the fray from the chair. An instant later it was hurriedly replaced, and I caught a glimpse of a dark, beautiful, horrified face glaring at the narrow opening of the boxroom. Then the door crashed to, the key turned once more, and all was silence. Holmes twitched my sleeve, and together we stole down the stair. “I will call again m the evening,” said he to the expectant landlady, ‘tl think, Watson, we can discuss this business better in our own quarters.” “My surmise, as you saw, proved to be correct,” said he, speaking from the depths of his easy-chair. “There has been a substitution of lodgers. What I did not foresee is that we should find a woman, and no ordinary woman, Watson.” “She saw us.” “Well, she saw something to alarm her. That is certain. The general sequence of events is pretty clear, is it not? A couple seek refuge in London from a- very terrible and instant danger. The measure of that danger is the rigor of their precautions. The man, who has some work which he must do, desires to leave the woman in absolute safety while he does it. It is not an easy problem, but he solved it in an original fashion, and so effectively that her presence was not even known to the landlady who supplies her with food. The printed messages, as is now evident, were to prevent her sex being discovered by her writing. The man cannot come near the woman, or he will guide their enemies to her. Since he cannot communicate with her direct, he has recourse to the agony column of a paper. So far all is clear.” “But what is at the root of it?” “Ah, yes, Watson—severely practical, as usual! What is at the root of it all? Mrs. Warren’s' whimsical problem enlarges somewhat and assumes a more sinister aspect as we proceed. This much we can say: that it is no ordinary love escapade. You saw the woman’s face at the sign of danger. We have heard, too, of the attack upon the landlord, which was undoubtedly meant for the lodger. These alarms, and the desperate need for secrecy, argue that the matter is one of life or death. The attack upon Mr. Warren further shows that the enemy, whoever they are, are themselves not aware of the substitution of the female lodger for the male. It is very curious and complex, Watson.” “Why should you go further •'irr-ifr?' What have you to gain from it?” “What indeed? It is Art for Art’s sake, Watson. I suppose when you doctored you found yourself studying cases without thought of a fee?” “For my education, Holmes.” “Education never ends, Watson. It ’/‘a, * .. Wessons with the greatest ®r the last. This is, an instructive ise. There is neither money nor Credit in it, and yet one would wish t® tidy it up. When dusk comes we I i i nhi 01 ■ '■'B Hl . oJlr'' I? ’ I • I Caught a Glimpse of a Dark, Beautiful, Horrified Face. should find ourselves one stage advanced in our-investigation.” When we returned to Mrs. Warren’s rooms, the gloom of a London winter evening had thickened into one gray curtain, a dead monotone of color, broken only by the sharp squares of the windows and the blurred haloes of the gas lamps. As we peered from the darkened sitting-room of the lodging-house, one more dim light glimmered high up through the obscurity. “Someone is moving in that room,” said Holmes in a whisper, his gaunt and eager face thrust forward to the

window-pane. “Yes, 1 can ree his shadow’. There he is again. He has a candle ill his hand. Now he is peering across. He wants to be sure that she is on the look-out. Now he begins to flash. Take the message also, Watson, that we may check each other. A single flash —that is ‘A,’ surely. Now, then. How many did you make it? Twenty, So did I. That should mean ‘T.’ A T—that’s intelligible enough! Another *T.’ Surely this is the beginning of a second word. Now, then TENTA. • Dead stop. That can’t be all,, Watson? ‘A TTEN TA’ gives no sense. Nor is. U any better as three words—*A T. TEN. TA,’ unless ‘T.A.’ are a person's initials. There he goes again! What’s that? ATTE—-why, it is the same message over again. Curious. Watson, very curious! Now he is off once more! AT —why, he is repeating it for the. third time. ‘A TT E N TA’ three times! flow often will he repeat it? No. that seems to be the i finish. He has withdrawn from the window. What do you make of it. Watson?” ”A cipher message. Holmes.” My companion gave a sudden li kA i li I, ■ i j jlgM Si “A Cipher Message, Holmes." chuckle of comprehension. “And not a very obscure cipher, Watscft,” said he. “Why, of course, it is Italian! The ‘A’ means that it is addressed to a woman. ‘Beware! Beware! Beware!’ How’s that, Whtson?” “I tyslieve you have hit it.” “Not a doubt of it. It is a very urgent message, thrice repeated to make it more so. But beware of what? Wait a bit; he is coming to the window once more.” Again we saw the dim silhouette of a crouching man and the whisk of the small flame across the window, as the signals were renewed. They came more rapidly than rapid that it was hard to follow them. “ ‘PE RI C O LO' — ‘pcricolo.— Eh, what’s thaA, Watson? Danger, isn’t it? Yes, by Jove, its’s a danger signal. There he goes again! ‘PER I.’ Halloa, what on earth—” The light had suddenly gone out, the glimmering square of window had disappeared, and the third floor formed a dark band round the lofty building, with its tiers of shining casements. That last warning cry had been suddenly cut short. How, and by whom? The same thought on the instant to us both. Holmes sprarig up from wjiere he crouched by the window. (TO BE CONTINUED.) WORK THAT A WATCH DOES Read These Figures, and You Won’t Wonder That the Mechanism Gives Out. It is a matter of everyday occurrence for a person to say to his watchmaker: “Here is a watch which you sold me some ten years ago. It has always gone well till just lately, when it ihas/taken to stopping without any apparent cause.” < The people who speak in this way little think of the amount of work a watch has performed in this space of time and might be astonished at the following figures: In ten years, which includes two leap years, and consequently a total of 3,652 days, the hour hand has made 7,304 and the minute hand 87,648 revolutions. The end of an average minute hand travels more than 10,820 yards—more than six 'miles. The second hand has made 5,258,880 revolutions, and its extremity has traversed on the dial a distance of upwards of 123 miles. The escape wheel has made 52,588,800 revolutions, and as it has 15 teeth, it has come 788,832,000 times in contact with each pallet. The bal-’ ance has made 1,577,644,000 vibrations, and any point on the outside of the rim has covered a distance of about 50,000 miles, and is equal to twice the circumference of the earth. —Answers. Fill Mines With Sand. The owners of many mines in Europe and Australia fill thu abandoned workings with sand, so that the mines may become once more a part of the solid crust of the earth. Old, workedout mines are often a menace to buildings or communities above them; and protection by timbering, which is the American method, affords security for no great length of time. Sand filling has been practiced in the mines of western Australia for the last fourteen years. W. H. Storms, writing in the Engineering and Mining Journal, says that the cost in Australia is about 20 cents for each top of ore extracted. Simple Wedding Ceremony. In Borneo the bride ano bridegroom sit on metal logs before the priest, who gives them cigars and betel he blesses them. He waves above them two fowls bound together. The bridegroom then places the betel In his bride’s mouth and a cigar between her lips. They are married. One of Memory’s Triumphs. “Time,” says the Sedgwick Fantagraph, “may rob us of our teeth and hair, but it can’t take away the memory of how good the ground used to feel to our bare feet along about the springtime.” i. ’ •

How to Open Religious Conversation By REV. H. W. POPE. Moody Bible Institute, Chicago

TEXT: Acts 1:8—“Ye shall be witnesses hnto me." Open it just as you would any other conversation. Decide what you wish to say, and then

say it. Say it in Xtlie same tone in which you would speak of anything else. It is a great mistake to suppose that one must lower his voice, and look solemn, the mo-' ment he introduces the subject of religion. The gospel is good news. If you de not think so, the fess you say about

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it the better, but if it is really good news to you, then speak of it in the same joyful way that you would bring any other glad tidings. The president of one of our largest theological seminaries was led to Christ in this way. During his college course, as he out of recitation one day, a classmate gave him a slap on the back and said. “Say, Gus, I wish you were a Christian.” Gus made no reply and the matter was but years afterwards he told his friend that it was that remark which bed him to accept Christ as his saviour. The hearty and natural way in which his companion spoke, made him feel that he was missing something which he could not afford to lose. Study the art of diverting conversation, to spiritual topics. Go through the Gospel of John and study carefully the Saviour’s methods of approaching men. Indeed, the Gospel of John might be called the personal worker’s gospel, so full is it of Incidents which illustrate this important subject. Take the case of the Samaritan woman. Jesus asked her for a drink of water. As he drank it you can imagine him saying, “This is, very good water, but any one who drinks it will soon thirst again; whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give him shall never thirst, but the water that I shall give him shall become in him a well of water, springing up unto eternal, life ” “What is that?” asked the woman. “A water, which if you once drink it, you never thirst again.” “Sir, give me this water that I thirst not, neither come all the way hither to draw.” By this clever device he excites her curiosity simply to attract attention td himself. At another time he is the bread of life, the vine, the door, the Good Shepherd, but whatever the subject of conversation, he always leaves his hearers face to face ftith the son of God, and his supreme claim upon them. “But I am not the Saviour," you reply. “Very true, but if you are a Christian, the Saviour dwells in you, and he has said. “I,will give you a mouth and a wisdom which all your adversaries shall not be able to gainsay or resist.” I know a lady to whom an agent was trying to sell an article for taking out stains. He was rubbing away, and meanwhile eloquently describing the merits of his goods. Soon the lady said, “I know something that will take out stains too.” “What is that?” asked the man eagerly, not knowing but that some other dirt-killer had canvassed the town ahead of him. “The blood of Jesus Christ cfeanseth us from all sin. Do you know anything about that, my friend?” Do you suppose that man would demonstrate his goods.again for six months without thinking of that “other something” which could take stains out of a sinful heart?” I doubt if he would forget that lesson to his dying day. A friend of mine at the Northfield .conference was asked by an expressman to direct him to a certain man’s tent. “I am very sorry,” he replied, “that I cannot tell you where to find him, but if you had asked me theway to heaven I could have told you. Do you know the way to heaven?” “No,” said the man, “I cannot say that I do.” “Well, it is just this way," said my friend, and he went on to explain it. The result was that the man was led to Christ right then and there. 11. Choose an opportune time and ydace. It is not well to stop one who is running for a train to inquire about his soul, neither is it the highest wisdom to give a hungry man a tract Far better give him a cup of coffee, and make it so hot that he cannot drink it. Then while he is sipping the coffee, you can perhaps say something to warm his heart. Remember that people are often more ready to talk with strangers about religion than with those whom they know. Remember that the Holy Spirit is all the while convicting people of sin, the Providence of God is continually softening hearts, and preparing the way for some one to drop in the good seed of the gospel. Remember also that thousands of people have never once in all their life had the way of salvation made plain to them, and then in a firm but loving way have been urged to settle the question, and settle it now. Three Hundred Homes Bum. Constantinople, Aug. 10.-—The ns* ■ettlng of a lamp by an earthquake started a conflagration at Chorlu on the Adrianople line. Three hundred houses already have been destroyed and the fire is still raging. Darrow Arguments Monday. Los Angeles, Cal., Aug. 10.— The taking of evidence in the bribery trial of Clarence 8. Darrow was concluded yesterday and by stipulation on both ■ldes final argument* will bo begur JMoadav yagrnjjjgf ■

DESTROY THE STORKS IN GERMANY THEY ARE CONSID- ’ ERED ENEMIES OF SPORT. • ! Prejudic* Is Resulting in Their Sys ' tematic Slaughter in Parts of the Fatherland, and the Birds Are Rapidly Being Thinned Out. , I No one who has any delight in Hans Andersen’s tales can heai [ unmoved that the stork has fall i !en upon evil times. Four years ! ago it was noticed that they were building less on Turkish house-tops and their diminishing numbers were regarded by the superstitious Otto mans as an evil omen for the future of the race in Europe, On leaving Europe at the end of summer, they seem to penetrate far down the in terior of Africa. One that had been caught and marked in Prussia was captured in Natal, near Colenso. Whether the disappearance of wild animals from South Africa before the advance of the settlers also affects the storks is a question not yet settled. However that may be, attention is -being drawn anew to their dwindling numbers in Alsace, now that they are getting ready to leave for the south. German scientists have ascertained that they are also getting fewer in the Palatinate. Hesse, and Franconia. The country people are making va liant efforts to maintain the numbers of their visitors by placing artificial nests on the roofs of their houses, and even by feeding them artificially. But the r forks in Germany have to contend with a prejudice most difficult to eradicate. They are looked upon as enemies of sport. It is true that they sometimes raid the families of hares or find their food in ponds well stocked with fish. But the damage they do in this way’ is negligible in comparision with the great boon they confer on farmers by destroying mice and moles. If we we are to believe the German ornithological paper. “Mitteilungen übei- die Vogelwelt,” a bad example in the treatment of this useful bird has been set in high places. The Grand Duke of Oldenburg is said to have given orders for the curtailing of the number of storks in his state. Fifty per cent, of them are to be shot down. By depriving the female birds of their male admirers, the Grand Duke hopes to “cut down the birthrate.” The Germah paper containing this announcement protests against a barbarity which deprives villages of their old-established guests, but it adds that similar cases are reported from Upper Franconia, where the owmers of sporting estates are actually compelling the peasants to remove the storks’ nests perched on their cottage roofs. The paper appeals to the public to put a stop to this work of destruction. In Alsace happily such brutal methods are unknown. There the bird which symbolizes such venerable traditions is treated with universal respect. Couldn’t Stand for Wager. Baylis Steele, capitalist and promoter, one day became involved in a dispute over a question of Biblical history. “Elijah was a lucky man,” he remarked. “Instead of being compelled to linger and die of some unpleasant disease, he was carried to heaven in a whirlwind.” “You’re wrong,” protested the party of the second part, who happened to be afflicted with an impediment in his speech. “Bay-Bay-lis, you’re r-r-r---wrong. Elijah went to heaven in a chariot of fire.” “You can’t convince me that that good old man w as struck by lighting,’ retorted Steele, and the dispute waxec warm. After it had raged for some three minutes if reached the bettinj stage. “Bet you I’m right,” said Steele. “T-t-t-taken,” said the party of the second part. ‘ “What’ll we bet?” asked Steele. “W-w’-v'-well,” stuttered the other “seeing that you d-d-d-don’t know anj m-m-m-more about Scripture than yot do, I g-g-g-guess it had b-b-b-bette be a-a-a Bible.” And Steele admiti that right there he backed out. Quick Business. William Loeb, collector of the por of New York, was discussing the won drous speed and simplicity used in th< transaction of American business. “In a banker’s office the other day.’ he said, “I saw a door open, a heat stuck itself quickly into the opening and a voice demanded: “ ‘Quarter?’ “ ‘Yep,’ the bank president replied “ Month?’ “ ‘Yep.’ “ ’Four half?’ _“‘No, five.’ “ ‘Right.’ » “The head withdrew. I asked it i onderment: i “ ‘What kind of a cipher is that yot ! ire talking?’ “ ‘No cipher at all,’ the president re i ‘That was one of Chicago’s lead j i ing financiers, and 1 have just arranged to lend him a quarter million dollars for a month at 5 per cent.’ ” Bought and Paid For. - “You say this is w'orth $5,” said the wary customer. “Now, do you guar antee that I’m getting ?5 worth ot value for my money?” “Five dollars’ worth of value!” flash ed the bright young clerk. “Why, mister, for every one of them things we turn out there’s four middlemen, sev-enty-eight drummers, five banks, two railroad pools, eighteen advertising agencies, seven lawyers and 842 billboards all running up expense accounts and adding value to that there article so fast that the company’s practically giving’ you the 34 cents spent on patent royalties, shop upkeep, raw material and labor.”—Puck. Bee Sting Cause of Death. While the Abbe Genoux, priest of the parish of Plagnes, France, was out walking at Annecy, a bee flew into his mouth and stung him in the back of the throat. The sting brought about acute inflammation and such a swelling of the throat that the priest died of suffocation within 20 minutes, afte great suffering.

STORIES VETERAN, MAKES A PROTEST Jefferson Davis Silver Service Re minds Him of Eloquent Silence of Civil War Events. ■■ The New York Sun publishes the following from Theodore Retlaw of Brooklyn, N. Y., which Is self-explanatlory: My attention has just been called by a Congressional medal of honor man : to a letter in The Sun of May 15 I signed “R. E. K..” about the “Missis- j sippi's Silver.” In my opinion justice , should be done to the loyal man be fore honor is done to the disloyal. Inside the nlagnificent dome of the Capitol at Washington there have been j painted by famous artists from time | to time alfegprica! pictures illustrat ing the history of the country—for in Stance, “The Landing of Columbus,’ “De Soto Discovering the Mississippi River,” “William Penn's Treaty Wit! the Indians,” “The Surrender of Corn wallis,” “The War With Mexico,” “The War of 1812,” and so on. depicting the country's history up to the tifne of the War of the Rebellion, and then there is a space which is blank. It has been blank for forty years at feast, and there is no prospect that it will ever be filled in a$ it should be. I see by a recently published statement that it is the intention of the Government of ficials to ignore everything that has happened in the interval and resume by illustrating incidents of the late war with Spain. In the chapel at West Point belonging to the United States Military Academy and attended by cadets from all parts of the United States there are tablets of polished metal and stone set in the walls inscribed: “To the memory of the soldiers and sailors who fell in the war for independence.’ “To the soldiers and sailors who fell tn the war with Mexico,” “To the memory of the soldiers and sailors who fell in the whr with Spain,” etc., but to the memory of those who fell in the, war for the preservation of the nation’s life there is not a word recorded. Virginia proposes putting a statue of Lee in our statuary hall in the nation’s Capitol. The Southerners raise monuments to the memory ol the Confederate dead, including that to Captain Wirz at Andersonville lately; flaunt their flags in the faces ot loyal men all through the South, and In every possible way glory in treason, while we stand mute and our apathy and 1 generosity is construed as cowardice. Small wonder that an old Union soldier says: “Comrades, I’m getting old and things seem mixed; tell me. was I . were you, on the right side from 1861 to 1865? Is there no difference be tween the Union and secession,, be tw-een loyalty and treason? Are late rebels more deserving of honors and emolumenits than men who counted not their jives dear if they could save the land they loved? “We soldiers of the North have no desire to revive the animosities o? the war, tyut by these acts we are fore ed to protest or always be on the de fenslve. “We wjere ’eternally right or eternally wrong-*—there is no middle ground If we were right we ought to champion our cause vigorously, no matter when or by whom assailed, to the end that those who stood by the old flag may not have died in vain.” The American Soldier. It was excellent advice that Gen. J. Franklin Bell gave to the American troops prior to their setting out from the Philippines to do police duty in China, says the Detroit Journal. It was in effect: Be polite to all; gentle and courteous to those weaker than you; respectful to those of higher rank,, no matter what their nationality may be; adopt a friendly attitude to ward foreigners, and keep yourselves neat and clean. The advice might be summed up in a couple of words —be gentleman. If it be followed it will give thfr world a higher opinion of the American soldier and, consequent ly, of the American nation. It will let the unfortunate Chinese see that we are interfering as their friends, not to bully: and rob, outrage and murder but to maintain peace in the section of the country we occupy and protect foreign property from destruction. No Place to Be Thinking. Some of the Massachusetts shortterm regiments were hardly more, than enlisted when they were plunged into the Wilderness fight. One ot these boys was asked what his thoughts were at his first battle. “Thoughts?” he said. scornfr.Hy. “Wld me legs to run with what would I be thinkin’ for?” In Front of Them. On the day of President Lincoln’s funeral a bronzed and weather-beaten soldier, anxious to obtain a better view of the procession, happened to step in front of a party of well-dressed gentiemen. One of them nudged him and said: * “Excuse me. sir; you are right in front of us.” , Bowing handsomely In return, the soldier replied: “That is Nothing very remarkable, sir; I have been in front of you for four years.” A Civil War Oath., One of our soldier boys from the front sends in the following oath administered to the contrabands that came within the federal lines at Fred ericksburg: “You, Cicero, do solemnly swear you will bear true allegiance to the Unites States; that you will take good care of the horses and mules, and if any of them get away you will go after them, no matter how dark it is, and will also black boots to the best'd your knowledge and belief, so help you General McDowell.”

BOY’S FACE A MASS OF SCABBY SORES Awful to Look At, Resinol Cured In Less Than Two Weeks. St. Louis, Mo. —“At about 11 years of age my face was covered with a mass of scabby sores, awful to look at, and my sleep was broken up by the intehse itching, and then after scratching, the sores would pain me just something awful. My mother got salves and soaps to use, but all to no purpose. A friend of mine who was Physical Director at the Y. M. C. A. at that time,' told me it was a bad case, and would spread all over’ the body if something were not done. Ho gave me some Resinol Soap and Resinol Ointment, and in fess than two weeks I was cured, without leaving any marks or~ scars whatever.” (Signed) Ernest Le Pique, Jr., 3021 Dickson. Resinol Soap and Ointment stop itchinc instantly, and quickly heal ecz.eni,a, rashes, ringvorra and facial eruptions, us well as sores, boils, tiieers, . burns, scalds, wounds, and itching, inflamed and bleeding plies. Your druggist recommends and sella them (Soars Ssc: Ointment. 50c, also Shaving Stick, Bsc), or sent by mail, on receipt of price, by Kesmol Chemical Company, Baltimore, Md. Adv. TRUE TO HER SEX. Joe U vaW' Mr. Monkey—Yes, my dear; I ordered the latest thing in fig leaves — imported direct from Ujiji—for bathing suits for you and Jocko. Mrs. Monkey—Oh, you dear, sweet thing! How lovely! Oh, won’t I cut a figure on the Congo this season! Eggs Clotworthy Ate. Harry Clotworthy, who is an expert on military affairs, entered the i dining room of the National Press : club one morning and carried with J him a ravenous appetite. Having eaten one breakfast, which consisted largely of eggs, he ordered another breakfast, which consisted even more largely of eggs. After his repast he went to the writing room to get off some letters. Halt' an hour later the steward of the club found the colored waiter loafing about the entrance of [ the writing room and asked him what :he meant by being absent from his i post. “I got a good excuse,” exclaimed the ' waiter, exhibiting the check for the egg breakfast. “Mr. Clotworthy done eat $2 worth of eggs and I ain’t goin’ i to let him git away from here without : payin’ for them, high as eggs is i now.” . Reason Was Plain. j “My husband 'has deserted me and : I want a warrant,” announced the ■ large lady. “What reason did he give for deserting you?” asked the prosecutor. “I don't want any lip from you. I want a warrant. I don’t know what reasbn he had.” “I think I understand his reason,” said the official feebly, as he proceeded to draw up a warrant. It Checked Baby’s Dysentery last summer after everything else failed. We found Kopp's Baby's Friend an excellent remedy during teething and’ for bowel troubles, writes Mrs. K. B. Des Erma, Jerome, Mich. Sold by druggists, 10c..25c..andW100., or sent direct by Kopp's Baby's Erlend Co., York, Pa. Go to your nearest druggist for free sample. Adv. Sine Die. Hub (in a lecturing mood) —You never hear me putting things off till tomorrow. Wife—No, indeed; you,put them off indefinitely. Mean Hint. “Men are what their diet make* them.” “You must have been eating a great deal of sheepsbqp.d fish lately.” Big Difference. “Did you have ahy osculatory' entertainment. at your party?’* “No; cnly some kissing games.” No thoughtful person uses liquid blue. It's a pinch of bl ue in a large bottle of water. Ask for Bed Cross Ball Blue, the blue that’s all blue. Adv The pitcher that goes to the box too often is knocked out. Most of our comforts grow up between our crosses.—Young.

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