The Syracuse Journal, Volume 5, Number 30, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 21 November 1912 — Page 6

OLD JENNINGS’ COUP How Easy-Going Bookkeeper Got Best of Pompous Employer. By FRANK FILSON. They called him “Old Jennings” at the office, though he. was not much past forty. But then he had been a bookkeeper for the Hammer Press company for twenty years and was by far the longest employed of all the five hundred odd persons in the big building devoted to the manufacture of the patent printing machine. Jennings antedated President Bland, and the treasurer, Mulcahy, and he could remember the time when the Hammer Press company was a small concern operating in a tiny shop on Masterman street. Just as Jennings was the oldest of the men, so Miss Mary Hewlett was the oldest of women employes. In a very few years people would begin to speak of her as an old maid. Miss Hewlett was past thirty—in fact, she was past thirty-five. She was the head of the card index system, and her desk was immediately opposite that of Old Jennings in the aisle down which President Bland walked pompously to his office three times a week and sometimes four. Old Jennings had never been any- - thing but a bookkeeper. He had been bookkeeper for Van Tuysen, the inventor of the famous press, ih the first days of the company; he alone of the old employes had been retained when, thirteen years previously, the little organization had been taken over by Bland. Van Tuysen, had he known the real Falue of his invention, might have become a millionaire. But he was an easy-going, credulous sort of fellow. He had let himself be jockeyed out of his property—had sold it almost for a song and gone steadily downhill. He sometimes haunted the company’s offices, a disreputable wreck, asking for aid, especially after his recovery from a drinking spree. On the last occasion Bland had told him not to return. He never came backBut on Saturday evenings Jennings would visit him at his cheap lodging house on Fourteenth street, and there, seated upon the dingy bed, they would discuss old times together. Van Tuysen’s hatred of Bland was profound, his pride in his invention supreme It was grief at the loss of his factory that drove him deeper and deeper into the mire. The old man’s days seemed numbered, and, conscious of it, and of his importance, he feit a resentment that drove him into paroxsyms of fury. On Sundays Old Jennings would I call on Miss Mary Hewlett and they would take a quiet stroll in the park together. They had been engaged for a number of years. “But we can’t be married on sixty dollars a week,” said Old Jenhings. And Miss Mary, who might, perhaps, have risked the experiment, would ’sigh a little and be silent. At the door of her boarding house Old Jennings would kiss her good-by. “Better times will come; they must come, my dear,” he would say. And Miss Mary Hewlett would re-echo the hope. Surely his salary would be raised the next Christmas. • On the Saturday before Christmas " Old Jennings was not at his post. Everybody wondered, for he had never been known to miss a day during the whole period of his service with the company. But that evening he was at Van Tuysen’s lodgings, as usual. The old fellow was in a bad way. “I guess I’m done for, John,” muttered the old inventor, stretching out a bony hand in greeting. “And you’ll be at your old post years after I’m in the ground.” Old Jennings laughed shortly. “Not for me,” he said. “I’m but of it.” “What’s .that?” cried Van Tuysen, raising himself and staring at the other incredulously. “I’ve lost my job,” said Old Jennings prosaically enough. “Bland sent for me yesterday. ‘Jennings,’ he said, ‘I guess we’ll have to let you go. We re cutting down expenses /and can’t afford to keep you any longer.”' “Why,” shouted Van Tuysen, “they’ve got money to burn. They’re as rich as—as —” He could not find a suitable simile. “Why, it’s this way,” said Old Jennings philosophically. “You know the Hammer Press has the monopoly of the market everywhere for printing designs on the new double-roll certificate paper. And the shares have jumped from the original ten dollars to —let me see, eighty-four, isn’t it? Well, Shafer and his crowd have been trying to get control of it. They’ve got all but the barest majority of the shares and they’re leaping up in value every hour. Now Bland has all his fortuna tied up in the concern, and so has Mulchay, and It’s just a question whether they can keep their majority of the stock by taking up all that comes into the market. So you can imagine they’re pretty well pinched. And that s why they let me go, I guess.” “John,” said Van Tuysen, “bring me that tin box in the cabinet, won’t you? Good! Now take this key off my neck and open it.” Jennings obeyed and found himself looking Into an assortment of collars, socks, and underwear, in various stages of disrepair. “Underneath, John,” said Van Tuysen. “That paper, John.” And Jennings, .fumbling with his nervous fingers, drew out a piece of oiled paper, tied with a mouldering string. Inside was an engraved document; which he studied with astonishment, and then, not quite understanding, he looked at Van Tuysen inquiringly. “One hundred shares in the Hammer Press company,” said Van Tuysen grimly. “They’re worth about ten thousand dollars now, John. It’s all that was left to me—and I had the sense to hold on to it. And it’s yours, John, after I’m dead. After? No, now” “But this is a fortune!” exclaimed Old Jennings. “Why, it would —you can’t mean—” “Do I mean you to sell them and retire, John? No, I don’t,” said Van Tuysen. “Listen, John, and get your brains to working.”

The two men sat up till two in the morning, one outside the coverlet, one propped up within, figuring, computa i ing. And Mary Hewlett missed John Jennings on the next day for the first Sunday in thirteen years. Strange to say, John Jennings was at his desk as usual on the Monday , morning, and the men in the office, who had learned of his discharge, looked at him in surprise, and winked, and muttered that the old bookkeeper must be losing his wits. So thought Mulchay, the treasurer; when he caught sight of him. _ “Um —did you you receive no communication from Mr. Bland yester-; day?” he asked, stopping beside him as he passed to his seat. “Yes, sir,” replied Jennings respectfully. “But I thought Mr. Bland might have changed his mind and might like to speak to me again.” ; Mulchay was afraid of a scene. He' hated scenes; besides, he did not know but that John might have some scheme of vengeance in his mind, not disconnected with a knife or a revolver. He walked away to warn Mr. Bland’s secretary. But Jennings anticipated him, for, entering at that moment, Bland, too, caught sight of Jennings and stopped to ask him why he was there. And John’s manner was so mild, so respectful, and so portentous, that he actually agreed to grant him a private interview. “Now, Jennings,” he began pompously, when they were alone together, “we can’t do anything more for you. If it’s that —” < “No, Mr. Bland, it’s this,” said Old Jennings, and spread an engraved doc-; ument upon the table. Mr. Bland looked at it and sprang up out of his chair.. “It’s that missing hundred shares!" he gasped. “Where did you get it. Jennings? It’s a forgery.” “No, sir, it’s the missing hundred shares. You said so, Mr. Bland,” returned Old Jennings quietly. “Where did you get it?” "I’ve got it,” answered John. “If it isn’t a forgery I’ll buy it from you at fifty,” said President Bland eagerly. “No, sir,” answered John. “Sixty, then, Seventy. Ninety. A hundred. What do you want for it? , They haven’t reached a hundred yet,” he yelled, losing his self-control entirely. “Mr. Shafer would give me two hundred,” said John quietly. “Curse you for a thief! Will you take two hundred at once?” “No, sir,” said Old Jennings. “Well, what do you want?” inquired Bland, sinking back in his chair and twitching nervously at the morocco padding. “I’ll tell you,” Old Jennings answered, straightening his bent form and looking the other between the i eyes. “I might sell out to Shafer, and I guess that would make it nip and tuck between you both. But Shafer’s just as big a rogue as you, and just as mean, and this time I’m playing for my own hand and for two others. I’m not going to sell. Those shares are worth just fifty dollars apiece, and I won’t take advantage of any cutthroat competition between Shafer and you to make money. But you’ll do three things and sign an agreement now.” “Name them, Mr. Jennings,” said Bland; and he said the latter part of this expression for the first time in his life. “Well, sir," said Old Jennings, resuming his respectful manner, “you know that I was associated with Mr. Van Tuysen in the first days of the machine and I know a whole lot about it. So you will give me a ten years’ contract as head of the foundry at—what does Mr. Rogers get?—Ah, yes, at five thousand a year.” “But what about Rogers?” “That's so,” Jennings agreea. “Well, as assistant, then, at thirty-five hundred, with reversion if Mr. Rogers shall leave you.” He was always a soft fool, Old Jennings was. “Secondly, you will appoint Mr. Van Tuysen head of the assembling room, at the same salary, for I know that Brown intends to leave you next month. And he’ll be on a ten-year contract too.” “But the old idiot’s dead!” yelled Bland. “If he wasn’t he'd have been here borrowing money from me long ago” “Oh dear no,” answered Old Jennings suavely. “I saw' his doctor yesterday and he told me that, with proper care and regular employment he’s good for years. It’s grief that’s kill ing him, Mr. Bland.” “Well, what’s the third condition?”growled Bland savagely. “A month’s leave of absence on full salary for Miss Hewlett and myself, sir,” said Old Jennings. “You see, sir, we are expecting to get married tomorrow. After that she’s going to leave you.” And when Old Jennings waited for Mary Hewlett that night at the office door there was a look on his face which told her what she wanted to knoy fully five seconds before he kissed her. (Copyright. 1912, by W. G. Chapman.) Tub Delight. Quite the most practical trifle for the baby thought of lately is a small, best-quality bath sponge, which is al the same time a tub toy. The top la the head of an indestructible celluloid doll, joined to the sponge with a few tiny blue bows and a fulling of the blue satin. It is so light that it floats in the water, and so is always in reach, and, of course, it affords unlim ited amusement to the child. Anyone who has struggled to amuse a child in its tub and end the bath expedi tiously will rejoice in this delightfully attractive dolly. It may be had foi 75 cents. About the Left-Handed. Lombroso found that thirteen pel cent, of thef male criminals he ex amined were left-handed, and twentytwo per cent, of the women criminals To get a general idea of how many people are left-handed, or “South paws,” in baseball parlance, Lom broso took 1,029 operatives and sol diers, and found that four per cent, of them preferred their left hands The rate was almost doubled in th« case of women—five to eight per cent , But there are no more lunatics and • geniuses who are left-handed that common people.

d ti ksiuli inti j (Time Vzj & MARGARET E. SANGSTERp ' PUMPKINS) FOR THANKSGIVING j

GATtERING THE. CBANSE.RRIK

HE household year, like the year of the nation, has its red-letter days and its joyous anniversaries. Around Thanksgiving the sweetest associations of the home and the tenderest memo- , ries of the nation meet and cluster. Do you ever stop to think how new this

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country is? Should you go to Rome you would find more old walls and monuments and buildings that have been standing for centuries, and still testify to the past splendor of the once imperial city. Crossing the Atlantic and setting foot on the shores of England, the past greets you on every hand. You are immediately made aware that our friends across the water are living among old traditions, while,in their ceremonials, as' when a king was crowned with his queen at his side, they are keeping up the customs and recalling the grandeur that have been theirs for a thousand years. Over here, ip comparison with other nations on the globs, we are still in our childhood and can hardly be said to have more than reached the beginning of our maturity. Yet we have eight million people, and we jostle when we walk on the street people who have sought us from the far east, from the islands of the ocean, from northern and southern Europe, and, indeed, from everywhere beneath the sun. To my mind there is something wonderful and significant and heartstirring in the thought that a man of our choice in Washington in the White House presides as our chief executive over our vast territory and our mighty mass of citizens. He sends out word in November, and lo! the ■whole commonwealth listens and obeys. By one consent Americans, native-born and adopted into our ranks from abroad, cease from business, observe a holiday and thank God on the last Thursday of November. Everyone! does not go to church, but the churches are open. There are services, there is exquisite music and eloquent sermons are preached, and the nation is thus uplifted to a higher plane, and there is an obvious reminder that we owe thanks to our Creator and praise to our Father in heaven. Another charming feature of this peculiarly popular and wholly American holiday is the assembling of families around the Thanksgiving dinner table. Again look back, not over a thousand years, but over very nearly three hundred, and you will see how significant was the origin of this annual jubilee. In 1621 Governor Bradford of Massachusetts issued a proclamation-to the little colony setting apart a day of Thanksgiving for the first in-gathering harvests. Should you ever go to Plymouth, Mass., and stroll through the old graveyard there, tears would spring to your eyes even now when you saw by the records on the stones that Death was very busy in reaping the first harvest of life in Nevr England. These hardy pioneers who came to our bleak Atlantic coast that they might have freedom to worship God as they chose, were made of stuff too strong to be daunted by illness, want, famine or death. The attacks of hostile Indians in the night did not turn them from their purpose of settling in the new country, and w’omen and men alike were heroic in their scorn of peril and their determination to snatch success from apparent defeat. The first harvest was scanty, but they assembled in church and thanked God for it, and in their homes they sat down to the best dinner they could provide. The wild turkey furnished the meat for the feast. This

KEEPING DOWN HUMAN SUPPLY

For some time. the doctors have been skirmishing about tho idea of creating life artificially, Life remarks. The latest reports from Europe indicate that this is now an assured fact and the manufacture of life will doubtless soon be placed upon a commercial basis. We cannot but regard this as a great calamity. The tariff, the increase in gold and many other causes

HOW HE LANDED THE FISH Expert Angler Saw Situation and With True Genius Seized the Opportunity. “Bob Esam stood six feet six in his socks, lived in the mountains of West Virginia and kept a pack of 40 hounds,” said a New York angler. “He was not only a mighty hunter, but an expert and resourceful fisherman.

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American bird is always the piece de resistance at a Thanksgiving dinner. The domestic bird retains some traits of primitive wildness and, as every farmer’s wife knows, is prone to wander away, and travels, by preference, in a flock. Still looking back, we discover that after 1621 other colonies followed the example of Massachusetts. After the Revolution the governors of various stat -i issued proclamations as Governor Bradford had done. But it was not until 1863 that the day became national. It was then that the president proclaimed a general thanksgiving, and this good custom has been followed until the present year. The old homestead is the rallying place for its sons and daughters, if they have been scattered far afield in pursuit of business or pleasure. They make an effort to return to the loved ones there and no triumph of a Parisian chef or art of the finest cookery has quite the taste of mother’s pumpkin pie. Thanksgiving dinners may be eaten in hotels and boarding houses and on shipboard by enthusiastic Americans, and in city homes where cousins, aunts and uncles shake hands and sit together at the meal, but they are best when they are given beneath the roof where once the children played. In comparison with that first harvest and that first Thanksgiving, let us glance, shall we say, at the markets of America in 1911. Fruits have beeu gathered from the orchards of Oregon, Michigan. California. Connecticut, Florida, and from too many localities and stales for enumeration here. Think of the peaches, grapes, apples, plums, cherries, pears, oranges and bananas that the great country produces. We are learning how to assist nature by scientific processes in farming so that annually our orchards and vineyards are competing with our mines of coal, silver and

Home influence Upon Child

Thought From Jane Addams Which Demonstrates Its Lasting Effect Is Worth Consideration. A mother croons an old-time song as she toils. A father speaks kindly as home from work he crosses the threshold which leads to wife and rest from labor. The child—the stepping stone between mother and father, the connecting link lidars both song and gentle word. The father, still toil stained, whether he comes from field or shop, stoops j to kiss the mother, also toil stained, i He speaks softly, mayhap: “Howdy, sweetheart; glad to be j home again.” She turns a sweat-marked face up to his, in farmhouse or tenement, and answers: “I’m glad to have you home.” Os all this the child is the witness. Things of the world are yet new and strange to it. Mysteries still confront it. Guiding stars it is searching for, and 10, in the very greetings of mother and father, in their own loving attitude toward each other, this undeveloped life finds a star. Such is the influence of environment of two personalities—that of father and mother—upon the questioning child, blood of their blood and

have been assigned. The real cause, however, is that there are too many people. There is an overproduction in human beings. Until we can cut this down we shall be increasingly embarrassed by the cost of living. Instead of adding to the possibility of creating life, therefore, we should seek some means to curtail it. Besides, everybody that is born now wants to be of some consequence.

prong of Glady with a party of tourists they noticed the trout leaping out of the water after a reddish fly. and not one of them had any fishing tackle. While searching in his pockets for tackle Esam discovered a rubber band around a wallet. He removed it and cut it so that he had a piece of elastic about six inches long. “He then cut a small strip from his red flannel shirt about the size of the fly the trout were rising for and tied it to one end of the elastic. The other end be attached to a pole which

copper as sources of wealth. Our grains, wheat, oats, rye, rice and Indian corn yield us enough to feed our own people and replenish the exhaustion of other landsl When the crops are abundant;there is rejoicing from coast to coast. The farmers have many things to contend with. Sometimes there is a plague of grasshoppers or of locusts, sometimes there is drought, and again there are floods, but, on the whole, from year’s end to year’s end, the soil gives back in Divine multiplication the seed which the human hand has sown. W'e cannot sit down at the simplest Thanksgiving dinner without seeing upon it contributions from every section of our big republic. As women arid girl& are the true homemakers, it is well for them to take a sincere and intelligent interest in the affairs of their country. Men seldom rise higher in goodness, frankness and patriotism than the women whose influence ‘over them tends to purity, braver}' and truth. We ought to care about the politics of our country. When we thank God for peace, wo ought to be additionally grateful that the menace of war has been swept out of sight by the wise leadership in our councils of state. When we thank God for schools and for freedom of speech and an untrammeled press and good books that are as plentiful as autumn leaves, we should again remind ourselves, and the children around us that we owe these tokens of advanced civilization to our republican government and to the goodness and guardian care of Jehovah, who has given us “dominion over palm and pine.” Another word may fie in order. Why should we compress our Thanksgiving into one day? Why not be thankful all the time for the little things as for the great ones, and most of all for the dear ones of | hearth and home? }

& — — flesh of their flesh. How powerful, how everlasting, when between mother and father, patience, self-considera-tion, forbearance and forgiving are always kept’ uppermost in the mind! If, on the other hand, the child must see in daily home life impatience, selfishness; hear hasty or angry words, from those whom it knows long before it understands the law of city, county, state, or nation, what contempt must naturally grow iu its heart for those things that make for the best of life — law and order, gentleness of speech, ■ regard and love for .others, trustfulness and hopefulness. The personal home environment of a child has much to do with its future state of mind as to respect sot work, law and humanity. Advice to Alpine Climbers. In the earlier part of the nineteenth century many even of those who had been up Alpine peaks themselves denounced the sport. Regarding the ascent of Mount Blanc. Murray’s Handbook in the year 1838 stated that “all who have succeeded have advised no one to attempt-it,” and nearly 20 years later noted the “remarkable fact that a large proportion of those who have made this- ascent have been persons of unsound mind.”

Jfvery man would be king and every woman queen. Unless we can keep down the total supply of human beings there is trow ble ahead. Wearing Out His Thatch. “I notice that the gentleman who is now walking on his head for our edification is slightly bald.” “No wonder. Walking on one’s head must be more discouraging to the growth of hair than all the dandruff microbes in existence.”

he drove into the bank of the stream, so that the red flahnel bait hung out over and about a foot above the water. This done he got back behind a tree where the trout could not see him. “Presently a trout rose to that flannel decoy, grabbed it, and to his astonishment its teeth became entangled in the flannel and he was flipped out on the bank —and that thing kept flipping trout out until there were none left in that pool, but there were, so Bob said, 69 on the baik by actual count.” —New York Sun. |

SET FREE TWICE BY PAROLE Document Proving Fact of Imprison ment Proves Later to Be Valuable to Soldier From Illinois. A parole from a southern prison proved valuable in freeing a northern soldier from further imprisonment in ; a Union guardhouse and from pqssi- | ble incarceration in the Alton peni- l tentiary, where deserters were sent. I How the parole was obtained and ] used is told by Henry Strong, whe ’ was a member of the 93d Illinois i regiment. Afterward Mr. Strong help i ed prevent a delivery of prisoners at Camp Douglas, Chicago. “At the battle of Big Black river May 17, 1863,” said Mr. Strong. “General Sherman’s division was in posision at the top of the hill. The battle opened early in the morning and before the end of the day the Confeder- ■ ates made three charges up the hill I and were driven down every time. “It was not long before a rebel bullet took me in the shoulder, and down I tumbled. The firing was going on ; fast and I rolled down the hill into a little ravine, where I was protected from the shots of both sides. All I about were men lying dead or dying Then came the charge of the Confederates. The men climbed the slope below the ravine, under the fire from our lines, and passed across and up the farther slope, trying to take the hill. I lay still, pretending to be dead, as the charge swept among the bodies in the ravine. On they went up the hill into our fire. They could not stand it for long, and here they came back again, crashing down the hill, wild eyed, yelling, screaming. Once more they passed through the ravine among and over the dead and living bodies and stumbled down the slope beyond, while I pretended to be a corpse. “Our men were victorious there and the division at the hilltop was moved on to another part of the battlefield. Late in the afternoon, when there seemed to be no one near by, I started to hunt up my regiment, but before I had got far I was captured by a stray detachment pf Confederates. They took me to Vicksburg and put me in prison there, and I stayed in the prison for about two weeks. About the Ist- of June I was paroled and sent across the river to the Union forces, where I joined my regiment. A month later Vicksburg surrendered. “While I was in the hands of the Confederates I had an uncomfortable experience. In the roll down the hill into the ravine I had lost my hat, and so when I started to hunt up my regiment I picked up the cap that some Confederate soldier had dropped, and I was wearing it when I was captured. Just because of that I was accused of being a spy and of trying to pass myself off as a southern soldier. I got out of that all right and my imprisonment at Vicksburg did me one good turn. -. “After I had reached my regiment I was sent back home to Neponset, in Bureau county, Illinois, where I had been the first man to volunteer for the war, though my brother, who also lived there, was a southern sympathizer. I had been at home only a short time when a government agent came there and arrested me on a charge of being a deserter from a Missouri regiment. I was arrested under the name of Henry Stone or Strang—l could never find which —and was taken to St. Louis and put In the guardhouse at Benton barracks. There f I stayed two weeks without being able to get anybody to look into my case. At the end of that time I got word with an officer of the barracks and identified myself by means of the parole from Vicksburg prison. Luck- “ ily I had kept it in my pocket or I might never have got out of the guardhouse.” Nominated What Was Left. Senator John Sharp Williams of Mississippi, says his friend. Private John Allen, formerly representing a Mississippi district in congress, seems perfectly satisfied to give his attention exclusively to his personal affairs around Tupelo, and has seemingly laid aside all political ambition. “He mixes a little in local affairs tor the benefit of his friends,” said Senator Williams, “and recently made one of the shortest and best nominating speeches on record. “An old friend pf ours, a confederate veteran, who lost two legs and one arm in battle, wanted a small office, and asked Allen to nominate him. “When the time came, Allen, with a voice like a guitar, said; ‘Gentlemen of the convention, I desire to nomi-nate-all that’s left of my poor old friend, John Smith.’ Smith swept the convention.” Kept Them Hustling. While scouting in the mountains ol southwest Virginia the Colonel of fa western regiment accosted a native at a small settlement, far from the busy world. “What is the principal occupation of this town?" “Well, boss,” the man answered, yawning, “in winter thye mostly sets on the east side of the house and toilers the sun around to the west, and In summer they sets on the west side and tollers the shade around to the east.” No Hope. The colonel of a trans-Mlssisslppl regiment tfas a “holy terror,” and the boys didn’t like his domineering, overbearing manner. One day one df the boys brought the news: “ ‘Old Baldy’ is very sick.” “Is that so? Is there no hope?” “No. The doctor says he’s going to get well.” Way to Propose. He —what do you consider the best Way to propose? She— Promptly.

n — MADE A CLEAN JOB-OF IT First Time Old Gentleman Had Eaten a Crab, and He Left Nothing on the Dish. A jolly old boy from the Midlands entered Into one of the hotels at the seaside, and, seeing on the slab on the right a crab dressed on the shell with legs, claws and parsley ranged round, said to the landlord: “What d’ye call that?” “Crab,” was the answer. “Looks good. I’ll have ’un; and gie ns a pint o’ ale." Bread and butter was added and the diner left to his dinner. In about an | hour the genial landlord entered the I dining-room to see if his guest waS 1 ' getting on all right. He found him i chawing up the last claw, the chawer red in the face, but beaming. “Yes; he was capital. I never tasted one afore. But I think you baked ’em. , [ a little too long; the crust was hard Let’s have another pint.” He had eaten ,the lot —shell, c’aws and all complete.—London Tit-Bit* JUDGE CURED, HEART TROUBLE. I took about 6 boxes of Dodds Kidney Pills for Heart Trouble from which I had suffered fqr 5 years. I , ; had dizzy spells, my eyes puffed.

niy breath wa» short and I had chills and backache. I took the pills about a year ago and have Lad no return of the palpitations. An now 63 years oil, able to do lots of manual labor, ara

I ' K J. Judge Miller.

i well and hearty and weigh about I 200 pounds. I feel very gratefill tha* ( I found Dodds Kidney Pills and you may publish this letter if you wish. I am serving my third term as Probate Judge of Gray Co. Yours truly. PHILIP MILLER. Cimarron, Kan. Correspond with Judge Miller about this wonderful remedy. Dodds Kidney Pills, 50c. per box at your dealer or Dodds Medicine Co.. Buffalo, N. Y. Write for Household Hints, also music of National Anthem (English and German words) and recipes for dainty dishes. All 3 sent free. ‘ Adv. Farms for Children. Perhaps the smallest farms in the : world, each four by eight feet, have I been devised by Mrs. Henry Parsons for the International Children’s School Farm league, and demonstrated in New York. Each child becomes owner of his diminutive farm, in which he works, grows and harvests seven different kinds of vegetables, and these j are borne by him in triumph to his ' family. About each farm is an 18-inch ! path, which he keeps in order; under ! his instructor if becomes a tiny obi ject lessen in good roads. Comprehensive. Uplift Theorist—How does the psy- ’ chological drama go in this town? Blunt Manager—lt goes broke. j Don’t buy water for bluing. Liquid blue ’ is almost all water. But Red Cross Bal’ Blue, th® blue that's all blue. Adv. Soriie married women want shorter hours and more alimony. If a man and wife are one it is because they are tied for first place. E To Women S Do Not Delay S If you are convinced that S X your sickness is because of 5 5S some derangement or dis- ~ “ ease distinctly feminine, x X you ought at once bring X K to your aid Dr. Pierce’s Favorite Prescription S It acts directly on the ‘SS “ organs affected ahd tones X X the entire system. z S Ask Your Druggist 3 Hmnn | i Pays Cash for Furs I | We Want Ten Million Dollars’ Worth of Furs You Ret blKKcr prices, better Rradina and ’moremoney by return mail whenyoushipyour i fnm to Funsten Bros. <k Co. in St. Louis. The bl«ges» : American. Canadian and European buyers are repreI aented at onr large regular sales. Competition tor Fuimten Furs is fierce. We get the prices. That's whv we can pay you more money tor your furs. You deal direct vyithns. No agents to split your profits. Big Money in Trapping muskrat, fol, wolf. lynx, white weasel, eto.. are valuable. Wewaut Ten Mi Ilion Doi lars’ worth of just such furs. We want your furs—any thing from UseFunsten Animal Balt > Guaranteed to increase yourcatch or money back. $ I can. One man made CMhWmsE 51.199 OOclearprofitononecnn. Took Grand Prise. World’sFair.lSM4. Used bv the u. s. Government. Dead sure. SgFWMfjfjf We make a different bait for each kind of animal. State kind wanted. Trapeturnishedatfactorvcost; also entireoutfitsat bigsavingtotrappers. ffigyjEyWw EDFi: Send for Trappers’Guide, SuprnI.C Catalog and Game Laws —8 larrbooks in one; also Fur Market Reports. .st In Shipping Tags, etc. AU free. Writetoday. V World Funsten Bros. & Co. 453 Funsten Bldg., St. Louis, Mo. CANADA’S OFFERING TO THE SETTLER THE AMERICAN RUSH TO WESTERN CANADA IS INCREASING iMffßTinßerTlM I Free Homesteadfs 9 £a F” | in the new Districts of ■ M J Manitoba, Saskatche- « ■ "jfs.as JI wan and Alberta there 8 A are thousands of Free MYaJ K .f 11 Homesteads left, which I Yfs to the wan making entry I A 3 Tv Xww in 3 years time will be > > otiaM worth troui S'A) to*2&p<'r 1 nWHMIMI acre. These lands are well adapted to grain I f ) 1 li Browing and cattle raising. L't—KXLKUJSST RAILWAY FAHMTUB ECjihsr'2] In many cases the railways tn Canada have been built in ad-K?t&V~”rj|-in_l vance of settlement, and In a w'O" Vy short time there will not be a JWwHafl settler who need bo more than ten or twelve miles from a line WC of railway. Railway Kates are 1’!JI? regulated by GovernraenA Voaa’hi mission. 1 1 I! (• • Social Conditions fWI IThe American Settler Is at Nome I in Western Canada. Hu is not a stranger in a strange land, hav'V WWW Ing nearly a mllliou of his own people already settledthetkb 18 'V vC'S you desire to know why thaeonprvl VXv dltion of the Canadian Sutler is litX A vM prosperous write and send tor kgsSX YfeTkJ literature, rates, etc., to W. s. NETHERY, > < Toteds. OMe. er rjafe M» tnctiea Tenulul Biag.,U<UnM»oils l ’fe. Government Agents, or address SnperinteiMieut of pinniigratlun, Ottawa. Vauds. Beat Cough Syrup. Tutu Good. Vu Ed in time. Sold hy Dracrirtt.