The Syracuse Journal, Volume 5, Number 42, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 13 February 1913 — Page 3

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SYNOPSIS. Mrs. Keziah Coffin, supposed widow, is arranging to move from Trumet to Boston, following the death of her brother, : for whom she had kept house. Kyan i Pepper, widower, offers marriage, ana is indignantly refused. Capt. Elkanah Daniels. leader of the Regular church, offers i Keziah a place as housekeeper for the new minister, and’ she decides to remain in Trumet. Keziah takes charge of Rev. John Ellery, the new minister* and gives I him advice as to his conduct toward • members of the parish. Ellery causes a sensation by attending a “Come-outer” meeting. Ellery’s presence Is bitterly resented by Eben Hammond, leader of the meeting. Grace apologizes for her guardian and Ellery escorts her home in the rain. Capt. Nat Hammond, Eben’s son, becomes a hero by bringing the packet into port safely through fog and storm. Ellery finds Keziah writing a letter to some one, inclosing money in response to a demand. She is curiously startled when informed of the arrival of Nat. Nat calls on Keziah, and it develops that they have been lovers since youth. Daniels remonstrates with Ellery for attending “Come-outer” meeting. Ellery is caught by the tide and is rescued by Nat. They become friends. Ellery meets Grace while walking in the fields, and learns that she walks there every Sunday. The clergyman takes dinner Sundays with the Daniels. Annabel, the captain's daughter, exerts herself to make an impression on him. She notices with vexation his desire to get away every Sunday at a certain time. She watches him through a spy glass. Nat again Importunes Keziah to marry him. He says he has had a quarrel with his father, who wants him to marry Grace. Ellery asks Grace to marry him. She confesses that she loves him, but says she fears to displease her guardian. Elkanah Daniels tells Eben about the meetings between Ellery and Grace. Eben deciares he will make Grace choose between him and the preacher. Grace finds him In a faint, following the excitement of Klkanah’s visit. Just before he dies Eben exacts a promise from Nat and Grace that they will marry. Keziah breaks the news to Ellery and later he received a note from Grace saying she is to marry Nat, and asking him not to try to see her again Keziah tells the story of her own marriage with a man who turned out to be a good-for-nothing, and who was reported to have been lost at sea, and of her lovu for Nat, whom she cannot marry because the husband is alive. Captain Nat jails for Manila to be gon'e two years. He says he ana Grace have decided -pot to marry until he returns. Nat is overdue, and it is feared that he has been lost at sea. Keziah gets a letter from her husband saying he is coming back. Grace goes on a visit to relatives of the Hammonds. A vessel flving distress signals is discovered ass the coast. Ellery goes with party to board the vessel. A man is found suffering from smallpox, the rest of the ;rew having deserted. He Is taken to an abandoned shack on shore and Ellery h"lps nurse him. Before he dies it is discovered that he is Keziah’s husband. Ellery, left alone in quarantine, is found wandering in a delirious condition by Grace. She takes him back to the shanty and sends for help. Keziah and Grace nurS’e Ellery, who Is suffering from brain fever. The doctor and Keziah ipread u that Grace and Ellery are tngaged. CHAPTER XVll.—(Continued.) Some one was talking excitedly on the sidewalk beyond the lilac bushes at the border of the Daniels property. Voices answered. Didama Rogers darted out of her yard and past the house In the direction of the sounds. Salters rose and walked down to the gate. Emulous Sparrow, the fish peddler, was seated in his cart, which was surrounded by men and women, neighbors of the Danielses. There was a perfect storm and questionings and ejaculations. Salters opened the gate and joined the group. A moment later he came running back, up the walk txonffd the piazza. “Cap'll," he shouted. ’Siap’n Elkanah, here’s news! What do you think? A telegram’s just come from Nat Hammond. He’s safe and sound in New York, and he’ll be here day after tdtnorrow.” They could not believe it and rushed out to hear more. Emulous, glowing with importance, affirmed that it waa so. He had seen the telegram at the store. It was for Grace Van Horne and they were just going to send a boy over to the shanty with it. Captain Elkanah seized Salterg by the arm and led him out of the group. The old man’s face was alight with savage joy -\ad his voice shook with exultation. “I’ll tell you one thing it means,” he whisper ad. “It means the end of Jlllery, so far as his marrying her is concerned. She gave her word to Hammond and she’ll keep it. She’s ho liar, whatever else she is. He may be minister of the Regular church, though I’ll never set under him, but he’ll never marry her, now.” "chapter XVIII. In Which a Reception Is Called Off. Far out on the Pacific coast there are two small islands, perhaps a hundred miles .distant from one another. The first of these is uninhabited. On the other is a little colony of Englishspeaking people, half-breed descendants of native women and the survivors of a crew from a British vessel cast away there in the latter part of the eighteenth century; On the Cbst of these islands, the smaller one, the Sea Mist had been wrecked. Driven out of. her course by a typhoon, she staggered through day after day and night after night of terrific wind and storm until, at last, there was promise of fair weather. Captain Nat, nearly worn out from anxiety, care, and the loss of sleep, had gone to his stateroom and the first mate was in charge. It was three a’clock, the wind still blowing and the dhrkness pitchy, when the forward lookout shrieked a warning, “Breakers cinder the lee!” Almost the next initant the ship was on a coral reef, Tull of water, and the seas breaking over her from stem to stern. Morning came and showed a little patch of land, with palm trees and tropical vegetation waving In the gusts and green In the sunshine. Captain Nat ordered the boats to be lowered. Much as he hated the thought, he sa* that th# Sea Mist had made ter last voyage and must be abandoned. He w«at to the cabin, collacted papers std charts and prepared |o leave. The ehlp’s money, over ten tollant in gold belonging to

the owner and to be used in trade and speculation among the East Indies, he took with him. Then the difficult and dangerous passage through the opening in the reef was begun. Only the captain’s boat reached the shore. The mate’s was caught by a huge breaker, dashed against the reef and sunk. Captain Nat, his second mate and five of his men were all that was left of the Sea Mist’s company. And on that island they remained for nearly two weeks. Provisions they had brought ashore with them. Water they found by digging. Nat Md the gold at night, burying it on'uie beach below high-water mark. Then, having made sure of his locatipn by consulting the chart, he determined to attempt a voyage to the second island, where he knew the English colony to be. Provisions were getting short, and to remain longer where they were was to risk starvation and all its horrors. So, in the longboat, which was provided with a sail, they started. Charts and papers and the gold the skipper took with them. None of the crew knew of the existence of the money; it was a secret which the captain kept to himself. A hundred miles they sailed in the longboat and, at last, the second island was sighted. They landed and found, to their consternation and surprise, that it, too, was uninhabited. The former residents had grown tired of their isolation and, a trading vessel having touched there, had seized the opportunity to depart for Tahiti. Their houses were empty, their cattle, sheep, goats, and fowl roamed wild in the woods, and the fruit was rotting on the trees. In its way the little island was an Eveless Eden, flowing with milk and honey; but to Captain Nat, a conscientious skipper with responsibilities to his owners, it was a prison from which he determined to escape. Then, as if to make escape impossible, a sudden gale came up and the longboat was smashed by the surf. “I guess that settles it,” ruefully observed the second mate, another Cape Codder, from Hyannis. “Cal’late we’ll stay for a spell how, hey, Cap’n.” “For a spell, yes,” replied Nat. “We’ll stay here until we get another craft to set sail in, and no longer.” “Another craft? Another one? Where iu time you goln’ to get her?" “Build her,” said Captain Nat cheerfully. Then, pointing to the row of empty houses and the little deserted church, he added, “There’s timber an-d nails—yes, and cloth, such as I can’t build a boat out of them I’ll agree to eat the whole settlement” He did not have to eat it, for the boat was built. It took them six months to build her, and she was a curious-looking vessel when done, but, as the skipper said, “She may not be a clipper, but she’ll sail anywhere, if you give her time enough.” He had been the guiding spirit of the whole enterprise, planning it, laying the keel, burning buildings to obtain nails and iron, hewing trees for the largest beams, showing them how to spin JL Bl nJ Jll J “He’ll Never Marry Her, Now." topes from cocoauut fiber, improvising sails from the longboat’s canvas pieced out with blankets and odd bits of cloth from the abandoned houses. Even a strip of carpet from the church floor went into the making of those sails. At last she was done, but Nat waa not satisfied. “I never commanded a ship where I couldn’t h’ist Yankee colors,” he said, “and, by the everlastin’! I won’t now. We’ve got to have a flag." So, from an old pair of blue overall, a white cotton shirt, and the red hangings on the church pulpit, he made a flag and hoisted it to the truck of his queer command. They provisioned her, gave her a liberal supply of fresh water, and, one morning, she passed through the opening of the lagoon out to the deep blue of the Pacific. And, hidden in her captain's stateroom under the head of his bunk, was the ten thousand dollars gold. For Nat had sworn to himself, by “the everlasting" and other oaths, to deliver thaC money to his New York owners safe and, necessary expenses deducted of course, untouched. For seven weeks the crazy nondescript slopped across the ocean. Fair winds helped her and, at last, she entered the harbor of Nukahlya, over twelve hundred miles away. And there —“Hammond’s luck," the sailors called it—was a United States man-of-war lying at anchor, the first American vessel to touch at that little French settlement for five years. The boat they built was abandoned and

the survivors of the Sea Mist, were t taken on board the man-of-war and t carried to Tahiti. s From Tahiti Captain Nat took passage on a French bark for Honolulu, i Here, after a month's wait, he found s opportunity to leave for New York on an American ship, the Stars and Stripes. And finally, after being away from home for two years, he walked ( into the office of his Ne\v York own- j ers, deposited their gold on a table, i and cheerfully observed, “Well, here t I am.” J But Trumet did not hear the yarn i immediately. All that it heard and all t that it knew was contained in Cap- 1 tain Nat’s brief telegram. “Arrived i today. Will be home Thursday.”- That 1 was all, but it was enough, for in that dispatch was explosive sufficient to i blow to atoms the doctor’s plans and Keziah’s, the great scheme which wjef: to bring happiness to John Ellery and j Grace Van Horne. Dr. Parker heard it, while on his j way to Mrs. Prince’s, and, neglecting that old lady for the once, he turned his horse and drove as fast as possible to the shanty on the beach. Fast as he drove, Captain Zebedee Mayo got there ahead of him. Captain Zeb was hitching his white and ancient steed to the post as the doctor hove in sight. * “By mighty!” the captain exclaimed, with a sigh of relief, “I’m glad enough you’ve come, doctor. I hated to go in there alone. You’ve heard, of course.” "Say, ain’t it wonderful! I’m tickled all up one side and sorry all down t’other. Nat’s a true-blue fellef, and I’m glad, enough that he ain’t shark bait; but what about the minister and her? She’s promised to Nat, you know. &re you goln’ to tell Mr. Ellery?” “Certainly not. And I hope he hasn’t been told. He’s getting well fast now, but he mustn’t be worried, or back he’ll go again. We must see Mrs. Coffin. Keziah is our main hold. That woman has got more sense than all the rest of us put together.” But it was Grace, not Keziah, who opened the shanty door in answer to their knock. She was pale and greeted them calmly, but it was evident that her calmness was the result of sheer will power. “Won’t you come in, doctor?” she asked. “Good afternoon, Captain Mayo." Dr. Parker entered the building, but Captain Zeb remained outside, stammering that he cal’lated he’d better stay where he could keep an eye on his horse. This was such a transparent excuse that it would have been funny at any other time. No one smiled now, however. “Is —is Mrs. Coffin —er —Keziah aboard?” the captain asked. “No, she isn't. She went to the parsonage a few hours ago. Mr. Ellis brought the mail and there was a letter in It for her. She said it was important and that she must go home to see about some.things. She’ll be back pretty soon, I suppose.” Parker found his patient sleeping soundly and had not disturbed him. Returning to the living room he spoke to Grace. “Humph!” he grunted, watching her from under his brows, “everything seems to be all right in there. He mustn’t be told anything that will uptfet him. He’s getting well fast and I want it to continue.” “Yes, I understand.” “Hum! Er—have you heard— Has anyone been here?” "Yes. I have heard. The telegram came and I answered it.” “You did? Well, It’s a miracle and we’re 'all thankful, of course. Did you—er—er ” “Doctor, I must go home. I mustn’t stay here any longer. You know why not. I must be at home when he comes. You must get some one to take my place. Aunt Keziah will stay, of course, and perhaps Mrs. Higgins would come.” “But stay through tomorrow, at any rate. Nat won’t get here until Thursday, and I may be able to find another nurse by that time. And what 1 shall say to him,” motioning toward the other room, "I don’t know.” "Must you say anything? Just say that I have been called away for a few days on—on some business. Don’t tell him. Don’t tell him the truth, doctor, now. He is to© weak and I am afraid ” Sh© stopped and turned away. The doctor watched her pityingly. He would have liked to say much more, but he could not, under the circumstances. He stammered a good-by and, with a question concerning Mrs. Coffin’s whereabouts, went out to join Captain Zeb. “Well?” queried the latter anxiously. “How is it? What’s up? What’s the next tack?” “We’ll go to the parsonage,” the gloomy answer. “If anybody can see a glimmer in this cussed muddle Keziah Coffin can.” Keziah was on her knees in her room, beside a trunk, the same trunk she had been packing the day of the minister’s arrival in Trumet. She was working frantically, sorting garments from a pile, rejecting some and keeping others. She heard voices on the' walk below and went down to admit the callers. “What’s the matter, Keziah?” asked Dr. Parker sharply, after a look at her face. “You look as if you'd been through the war. Humph! I suppose you’ve heard the news?” Keziah brushed back the hair from her forehead. “Yes,” she answered slowly. “I’ve heard it.” “Well, it’s great news, and if it wasn’t so things weren’t as they are, I’d be crowing hallelujahs this minute. Trumet has got a good man safe and sound again, and the Lord knows it needs all of that kind it can get” “Yes.” “Yes. But there’s the other matter. I’ve been to see Grace. She didn’t say so, but it was easy enough to see; the man she promised to marry and thought was dead, is alive. She’s a girl of her word —she promised him and she promised her dying uncle—and she’ll marry him. And then what will become of John Ellery? He’ll go downhill so fast that a ship's anchor wouldn’t hold him. If he doesn’t die I’ll have to send him away somewhere, and the Regular church will lose the minister we’ve fought so hard for.” “Xe«,” concurred Zebedee, “and

them blasted Danielses’!! run the she- j bang and the rest of us’ll have to sing small, I tell you.” “So we’ve come to you, Keziah,” went on the doctor. “Do you see any salvation?” “Yes, I do.” ' “You do? Where?” “In Nat Hammond. If he known Grace doesn’t want to marry him, do you suppose he’ll hold her to her promise? But”—she hesitated —“doctor, you leave this to m«. So far as John and Grace are concerned you needn’t worry. I’ll take it on myself to see that they have ea.ch other; as the Almighty meant ’em to. Leave it to me. Just leave Ht to me. I know I can do it” Captain Elkanah Daniels and his friend were feeling better and they jwere busy. Trumet had a new here now. On Wednesday the Boston papers printed excerpts from Captain Hammond’s story, and these brief preliminary accounts aroused the admiration of every citizen. It was proposed to give him a reception. Elkanah was the moving spirit in the preparations. Captain Nat, so they learned by telegraphing, would arrive on the noon train Thursday. His was not to be a prosaic progress by stags all the way from Sandwich. A special carriage, drawn by the Daniels’ span and escorted by other vehicles, was to meet the coach at Bayport and bring him to Trumet in triumphant procession. All this was to be a surprise, of course. Wednesday afternoon the Daniels following was cheered by the tidings ’Till *PW lllgl “Doctor, You Leave This to Me.” that Grace Van Horne had left the beach and was at her old home, the Hammond tavern. And Mrs. Poundberry reported her busy as a bee “gettin’ things ready.” Thursday was a perfect day, and the reception committee was on hand and waiting in front of the Bayport post office. The special carriage, the span brushed and curried until their coats glistened in the sunshine, waa drawn up beside the platform. The horses had little flags fastened to their bridles, and there were other I and larger flags on each side of tno dashboard. Captain Daniels, Imposing in his Sunday raiment, high-collared coat, stock, silk hat and gold headed cane, sat stiffly erect on the seat in the rear. The other carriages were alongside, among them Captain Zebedee Mayo’s ancient chaise, the white horse sound asleep between the shafts. Captain Zeb had not been Invited to Join the escort, but had joined it without an invitation. Kyan Pepper was there also, not yet fully recovered from the surprise which Lavinla’s gracious permission had given him. (TO BE CONTINUED.) "This Is Your Show.” The late Sir George White, defender ,0f Ladysmith, was a strong enough man to take responsibility for failure; he was a strong enough, man, too, to give credit to his subordinates for good work done. The first time I saw him was at Elandslaagte. The battle was well in progress. Genera! French was elaborating one of ijie most brilliant affairs of the South African war. Late in the afternoon Sir George White and his staff rode on the battlefield, and had not been there five minutes before a shell fired from, one of the Maxim-Nordenfflts which the Boers captured from Jamieson at the time of the raid, but which were destined by nightfall to be In our hands, plowed up the ground within a few yards of his horse. Almost simultaneously French huiried up and drew rein before the chief to surrender command. “No you carry on,” said Sir George, “this is your show.”—London Daily News. Flowers In a Bedroom. Opinions differ as to the feasibility of having plants in a bedroom. However, almost all authorities agree that plants and trees, through their leaves, absorb obnoxious gases and give off oxygen, and that plants require a gas called carbonic-acid to promote a rank, luxuriant growth. The gas thus breathed by the plants is poisonous to air-breathing animals, including man, and as it is also given out in the breathing of animals it is poisonous to be re-breathed; but the plants thrive on it. This being the case the decision would be in favor of having the plants in the room to absorb the poisonous exhalations. Baker Suffocated In Dough. A baker employed in an East end bakery inrNew York city met with a strange death some days ago. when he fell into a huge steel cup used for mixing dough. The cup is stationary, but a number of steel paddles operated by electricity revolve about, its interior, stirring the dough. A piston operating these paddles extends from the roof. The man mounted to the top of the cup with a pall of flour to throw in as a mixer. He grasped the moving piston and his hands slipped, throwing him headfirst into the dough and the revolving paddles. The foreman heard him scream, and shut off the power immediately, but life web extinct Unduly Expoeed, Maybelle—The weather sesms to have turned cooler somewhat suddenly. Pegtop—Yahs, it’s weally embawaesing, doncher knp*. I should hare bwot me heavy weUttng stick.

I The Plea of the Penitent ! By REV. PARLEY E. ZARTMANN. Secretary of Extension Department. Moody Bible institute, Chicago TEXT —“My sin is ever before me. • ■ • Hide thy face from my sins.”—Psalm i 61:3, i

This is one oi ! the seven peniten- j tial psalms of the | Bible and the - chief of the sev- i en. John Mac- I Neil says that if David did not | write the ’psalm 1 he must have j written it himself. 1 so true is it to his j own experience: ■ and that is the ' testimony of j many a converted ; man or woman. The psalm is ;

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the outcome of a dark page in the history of David, king of Israel. First | there was the adultery with Bathsheba, then the murder of Uriah, then ; concealment and hardness of heart for a year. Psalm 32 tells us how j David felt while refusing to confess: j ‘"When I kept silence my bones waxed old through my roaring all the < day long. For day and night thy j hand was heayy upon me: my mois- ! ture is turned into the drought of summer,” Then came Nathan the prophet and stirred David’s heart to anger with the story of the pet ewe lamb. Nathan’s stem words, “Thou art the man,” were like a lightning flash in a dark night, David saw himself as he was before God, and confession and forgiveness followed, After all these events—sin, concealment, murder, threatening, penitence, pardon, punishment—he cries. “Have mercy, blot out my transgressions, cleanse me from my sin, wash me and I shall be whiter than snow. The entire psalm is a perfect path for a penitent sinner, and you and I do well to walk in its steps. Confession. David recognizes the inherent: aril of sin. He saw it as transgression, as rebellion, iniquity, a twisted thing, as sin—missing the mark set for the soul. David knew it was no light thing. Sin in relation to God is transgression, failure, denial, turning away, blasphemy, hatred. In relation to man it is shame and isolation, tiresome and dreary monotony degeneracy. bondage, death. There are sins ‘ of thought, of word, of deed; secret sins, family sins, business sins, social sins. An awful catalogue: Adultery, fornication, uncleanness, lasciviousness, idolatry, witchcraft, hatred, I variance, emulations, wrath, strife, seditions, heresies, envyiags, murders, drunkenness, revelings, and such I like. (Gal. 5:19-21). Fools make a mock of sin. ' Society goes to the theater, sees a story of sinful husbands and wives, and laughs: it speaks of a drunkard, or libertine, or unbeliever, and calls him a pretty j name. But Christ went to the cross ' for sin—your sin and mine—and so i long as we hare small ideas of sin we shall place slight value on redemption. Let us recognize sin as it Is —enduring, personal and against God. David did not excuse himself, nor plead the force of circumstances, bodily organization, conventionalities of the times, royal prerogatives, peculiar temptation, maxims of society, not even the woman in the ease. But —“my sin is ever before me.” “So then, every one of us shall give an account of himself unto God.” Prayer. Have mercy. Wot out, wash, cleanse. We see how was David’s realization of the enormity of his sin. feow real the need he felt for cleansing. He wants a change of state — "blot out my transgressions;” and a change of nature —“cleanse me from my sin.” Up amid the snows of the Arctic circle region is the grave of an explorer who went out with Sir I George Nares. At the head of the grave is a single inscription: "Wash we, and I shall be whiter than snow." i Yes, your past may have been black ■ as midnight and foul as this sin of ' David, but Christ can wipe it clean off the page. "What can wash away my sin ? Nothing but the blood ’of Jesus." And when by faith you accept this cleansing you will know the truth s os what the girl meant when she said, in answer to the question “Is anything whiter than snow?" “Yes, a pardoned sonl.” “Wash me thoroughly from mine iniquity.” “Though your sins be as scarlet they shal be as white as enow.” “Cleanse me from my sin.” “I will, be thou clean.” Look at David’s basis of confidence for such a prayer —“according unto the multitude of thy tender mercies.” The greatest wonder of God is the mercy of God; and it is the sinner’s only plea. Sin is the worst word in any language and the worst thing in any soul. At the cross you can see God’s hatred of sin, his love for the sinner, his fidelity to his promises, and youi ! opportunity. “My sin Is greater than ’ I can bear?” You do not need tc I bear It “Who his own self bare out [ sins in his own body on the tree." Take your stand by the side of Darid. and the publican. “Be merciful tc me a sinner." Ask God. for Christ’s sake, to forgive, to pardon, to cleanse, and to renew. The answer is yours already—“ The blood of Jesus Christ his son cleanseth us from all sin.” Come now, and by faith walk the path from sin through penitence, confession and faith, to pardon, peace and purity. Let the new year in your calendar be a new year in your character, your conduct and your career—a life hid with Christ in God. “I can, I will. I do, believe That Jeans saves me now.” Work is not man’s punishment; it is his reward and his strength, Als glory pleasure.—George Saad

> HAVE YOU TRIED THIS? > Simple Prescription Said to Work J t \ Wonders for Rheumatism. This has been well known to th© best doctors for years as the quickest and n'ost reliable cure obtainable for rheumatism and backache. It has been published here for several winters and hundreds of the worst cases cured by It in a short time. “From your druggist get one ounce. of Toris coin pound (in original sealed package) and on© ounce of syrup of Sarsaparilla compound. Take these two ingredients home and put them Into a half pint of good whiskey. Shake the bottle and take a tablespoonful before each meal and at bedtime.” Results come the first day. If your druggist does not have Toris. Compound in stock he will get it in ar few hours from his wholesale house. Don’t be Influenced to take some patent medicine instead of this. Insist on having the genuine Toris compound in the original, one-ounce, sealed, yellow package. Published by the Globe ’Pharmaceutical laboratories of Chicago. At the Studio. A motor stopped in front of th© photographer’s, and a woman lacking none of the artificial accessories deemed necessary to “looks,” entered! the studio. A couple of days later the photographer submitted proofs for her approval. “Not one of these pictures looks anything like me,” the woman insisted. The photographer tried in every way to pacify ber, but finding this an impossibility, lost control of his temper. “Madam!” he exclaimed, “did you read my sign?” “Yes.” ° “Well! It doe not say ‘cleaning, dyeing and remodeling.’ It says ‘portraits.’ ” Knew It All. An old but sturdy Irishman, who has made a reputation as a gang boss, was given a job with a railroad construction company at Port-au-Prince, Haiti. One day, when the sun was hotter than usual, the gang of black Haitians began to shirk, and as the chief engineer rode up on his horse —the Irishman was heard to shout: “Allez —you sons of guns—allez!” Thbn turning to the engineer, h© said: “I curse the day I iver learned their language.” Fuller’s Earth. Fuller’s earth, so named from its earliest use in fulling wool, is a rather rare, soft, friable rock whos© value depends altogether on its texture and its filtering and absorbent properties. It has no definite composition, mineralogically, its physical properties rather than a chemical analysis determining its commercial value. Fuller’s earth was first produced in the United States in the early ’nineties. More Deadly Than the Gun. A small country boy was carrying,© ' dead cottontail by the ears. “Hello, son, did you shoot that rabbit?” a city man who had hunted all day with no success. “No,” sarcastically replied the urchin, “I scolded it and it died of mortl--11 Cation.” ! Dr. Tierce’s' Pleasant Tellets first put up i 40 years ago. They regulate and invigorat® j stomach, liver and bowels. Sugar-coated tiny granules. Adv. Too Hasty. «. “Diggs can dash off epigrams with j out a moment’s thought.” “That’s just the way they sound." Mrs. Austin’s famous pancakes make ■ really delicious wholesome breakfast. Adv. As a sticker a porous plaster hasn’t anything on a bad habit. CONSTIPATION

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