Walkerton Independent, Volume 34, Number 12, Walkerton, St. Joseph County, 4 September 1908 — Page 3

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SYNOPSIS. The crowning desire in the life of old Baumgartner is to obtain possession of a beautiful meadow. The property was inherited by Sarah Pressel, very pretty and athletic young girl. Baumgartner came to realize that his only hope of obtaining the property would be through the marriage of his son Sephenijah to Sarah Pressel. In a mock auction “Seffy,” as Sephenijah P. Baumgartner, Jr., is popularly known, is rallied oft by his father to Sarah for sl. Sarah Pressel is quite the opposite of Seffy. Baumgartner gives Seffy some lessons in courtship. Baumgartner has caused himself to be appointed guardian of Sally. She promises Seffy that she will never kiss any man but him. Sam Fritz, a drunken grocery clerk, calls on Sally and interrupts the kissing. Seffy goes to sleep and begins snoring. Sally leaves the room in a huff, saying: “Good night, gentlemen.” Seffy tells his father of his humiliation; of how Sam Fritz had pinned to his bosom while he slept a pasteboard tombstone. Seffy and Sally meet at the Poison spring. She urges him to do something to redeem himself. The father advises Seffy to take Sally home from church. This would be the crucial test, according to the custom of the times. It was the rule in such a test that the one whose arm the girl accepted when leaving the church would be the favored suitor. Then Sam takes Sally’s arm. She says: “I am satisfied,” and Seffy is left in disgrace. Sam continues his drinking and Sally begins to acquire the habit. Baumgartner curses son and strikes him powerful blow with fist, full in the face. Then the repentant father gathers the youth in his arms. His cries attract Sally and Sam Fritz. Sally rushes up to Seffy’s room and finds him unconscious. In the morning Seffy has disappeared. It is a sad and lonesome winter for old Baumgartner. He thinks his son is dead, somewhere from the effects of the cruel blow. When old Baumgartner goes to Sally’s home to surrender to her his papers as her guardian he finds her haggard and worn with sorrow. She agrees to quit drinking if he will take the papers back and continue as her guardian. XIII. One Blow for That to Seffy. He took the papers home again, and was very gentle with her afterward, for the things which the world blamed in her. His was the only real kindness she knew. Her little canting world had no pity for her. But to her drunken husband, in spite of all. she was a loyal wife, and the old man liked her the better for it. So it came to pass that they two, the bent old man and the girlish wife of the drunkard, separated more and more from the world and came more and more together. And often they were seen in the fields together and walking along the roads arm in arm. With Sally’s little fortune at command, Sam had gone rapidly to the bad. And Sally came to know what tears were, and that dreadful kind of waiting which falls to the lot of such women—the waiting fcr the fall of a footstep which makes one shudder yet rejoice. They told her to get rid of him, but she shook her head and thought of the Inscription in her wedding ring. After a while it was the gentle old man who helped to make these vigils less intolerable —going away stealthily by the back door when Sam’s unsteady step was heard at the front—an angel of light if ever there was one in plowman’s jacket. It fell grimly to his lot, too, to provide for Sam by diminishing the little farm he had longed and hoped for, acre by acre. There was no contention between them as to this. The young wife’s wishes were his law. “He married me for that,” said Sally, the first time, “and I let him marry me for that—just for spite. Only no one was spited but me—but me —well, he shall have it —all —all” —her voice broke a little—“all but the—pasture-field—that —no one shall have but—you—or Seffy when I die.” Only once he interfered. Sam raised his hand to strike her and he laid the drunkard at his feet with a blow such as he had struck but once before in his life. “I am her guardeen!” he cried as he struck. “By the Lord, I’m her guardeen I ’’ For a moment he gloated over the prostrate brute. Then he stood up trembling before Sally. “Forgif me,” he begged. “But I couldn’t help it. It done Itself. Mebby —God-a’mlghty only knows!—it was a chance to efen up for the other one. And ylt it was a righteous blow —yas. It was a righteous blow!” “Yes,” she said. “You are the first that ever saw ” It was too late to stop. And before it was done he knew that this was not a new experience to her, and that she suffered it —and was almost glad of it —for penance. “By the Lord,” cried the old man, “if he efer strikes you ag’ln I’ll kill him!” “No,” said Sally softly. “Yas!” he insisted with some of his old violence. “No,” she repeated sadly. “Because it is all my fault —all the shame—the shame —because I —deserve it! And — ’Thou shalt not kill!’ You know we have tempers! And we have both used them!” He shuddered and thought of the plowed field with Seffy lying there. “Good night!” he said with averted facb. “I didn’t mean that, pappy—l didn’t mean that you killed him. He’s not dead. Pappy, kiss me—good night! And forgive me.” But this also made her dearer to him. And so, little by little, they drew closer and closer, until a certain happiness was his and a certain content hers. Occasionally they laughed. But this was not often. They were well satisfied to sit before the winter fire, she with an elbow’ on his knee, he with his rugged hands in her hair. And after a while she would ask him no more to kiss her good night—he did it as of right, and very beautifully, on her hair —so much like Seffy, that first dear kiss —that it made her sob •—always. “Just like Seffy!” she said the first time and cried, pushing him out of the door when he would have asked a question. But he asked his question one day.

It was whether she had loved Seffy. “Not till Seffy comes!” she cried. “I 1 won’t answer.” “Sally,” he said solemnly, “I killed ; my little boy. He is dead. 1 hurt him ; —I made him afeared of me —he dragged himself away to die, like wild i animals that air hurt by men. So you ■ w'ill have to tell me.” > “No—no!” she begged. “He is not ’ dead. And some day he will come back to us—you ” j “Sally, you said ’us’?” “Yes. Forgive me. 1 meant —you.” ’ “Did you mean me?” “Yes—oh, yes!” “Cross your breast!” She made this adjuration with a smile. But when he had gone, she groveled on the floor and cried: “Us—us—us!” XIV. For Seffy’s Sake. And so three —nearly four—years passed and Sam was dead. “Pappy,” she said afterward, “you have been very good to me!” “And you to me—it’s efen —say nossing more." “You have kept me from going crazy, I think.” “You has kep’ my ol’ heart from breaking, I expect. Yas, I know, now,

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that there is such a sing as proke hearts,” he averred. “Pappy, I ” “What?” asked he. “I don’t know what I’m going to do now. I got to work for my living, I expect. There is not enough left for ” “You’ll nefer work for you’ keep while I’fe got a dollar,” said the old man. “I owe you that much so for ” She liked that. She was sitting on a low stool at his feet, her elbow on his knee —her favorite attitude. She crowded a little closer. “Pappy,” she said presently, “let me come and keep your house.” “Do you mean that?” asked the old man joyously. “Yes'” she said. “But why? That’s hard work for a gal that’s not used to it.” “Oh, maybe I want to be where Seffy was. For —some day—some day—he’ll come back and I —want to be there —to ask his pardon.” They were silent for a while and then the old man said huskily: “You shall. You shall sleep in Seffy’s bed. You shall look in his little cracked looking-glass. You shall set in his place at the table. You shall be my Setty! And we’ll wait for him together and we'll bose ast his pardon —when he comes —when he comes.” “May I ride his mare —and plow with her?” “You —you —you?” he questioned in his ecstasy. “Ken you?—-say—do you sink you ken?” “Yes,” she said very softly. “If you will let me, I will be all and everything Setty was to you. I took him from you. Let me do my best to replace him. It is for that—that, only, that I have cared. We shall rent this house and that will help—for I know you have been getting poor, too —and —and —if you will take it —I—l—want to give you—the pasture-field—for—-oh, for Setty's sake. Will you take it?” For he had demurred. "For Seffy’s sake —just as you would take it from him —and as he would give it to you—if he were ali —nere? I want to be both son and daughter to you. Let me be Setty and myself too! It is much —but let me try.” / But he had caught that little slip of the tongue, and was dumb. They sat silent by the fire for a long time then. Presently the old man rose and lifting her he said, with a smile such as she had never seen on his face:

“Yas —for Seffy’s sake —come! Now!” It was night. But he led her from her own house to his. And that night she slept in Seffy’s bed. One of Sally’s duties was the nightly reading of the Farm Journal. And just now this paper, edited by a gentleman who knew nothing about farming—and by him edited well—was full of the great meeting of the Natiom.l Farmers’ League of the United States of America, which was in session at Omaha. “By far the most intelligent and interesting paper of the session, thus far,” Sally read one night, “was that on ‘The Proper Succession of Crops in

Maryland’ by the youthful president of the Kansas State league, Mr. ” Sally rose suddenly and vanished to the kitchen w’here there was a light. “What was it?” asked the old man when she returned. “I —I choked,” said Sally quite truthfully, “and went for a drink.” “Yas—don’t read no more. We’ll find out about the succession to-mor-row night. But what was the smart feller’s name’” She pretefftled to look for it, and when she pretended to have found it: “Mr. —S. P. Brown,” she read. “A Kansas man—about Maryland! Huh!” But that night, ‘after Seffy’s father was in bed, Sally wrote a pitiful letter —perhaps the first she had ever written: “Dear Seffy (it ran): “Please come home. Come as soon as you get this. Your pappy wants you. He is old and sorry, so please come right away. “Sephenijah P Baumgartner, Senior.” But the envelope was addressed to “Mr. S. P. Baumgartner, Jr., “President Kas. State League, “Kansas.” The post mistress smiled indulgently as Sally handed in the letter the next day. “A long way off,” she said. “Yes,” said Sally, fidgeting with her

! bonnet. “How soon do you think it will get there?” The post mistress reflected. “About a week,” she said then. * “So long?” But, as a matter of fact, she had thought it would take longer. Kansas was a vague place in those days, and । a vast distance away. “Well,” said the post mistress comfortingly, "mebby not quite so long. But better not count on its getting there sooner. I’ll give it a good start. I’ll put it in the mail bag now.” . “Thank you,” said Sally. (TO BE CONTINUED.) MODERN WORK WILL NOT LAST. Newspapers and Books Printed ToDay Have Short Lives. “The men who wrote history on , tablets of stone in ages gone had a . difficult task t 6 perform, and had to , cultivate the habit of brevity,” says a writer m a German paper, “but what they wrote' was preserved. It will be different with the newspapers and books of the present time. The paper ' upon which they are printed will disintegrate in a few years, and the ' records, historical, scientific and literary, will become dust. I saw two papers last week which told the whole story. One contained an account of the death of Napoleon Bonaparte. It was printed in 1821, was in a state of perfect preservation, and 1 looked as though it might last, with 1 ordinary care, a hundred years. The other paper was kept because its 1 leading article described the surrender of Sedan, which had taken place 1 a day before. Although it had been printed nearly 50 years later, the ’ Sedan paper had to be handled care- ’ fully to prevent its tearing in the creases. One of these papers was ‘ printed on old-fashioned paper, and the other on the modern kind. With the two specimens before me I cannot refrain from urging once more that a few numbers of all books and ' newspapers, enough for all first-class 1 libraries, be printed on good paper 1 for the benefit of those who will live - after us.” Classics on the Turf. • "Do you think scholarship assists a man to pecuniary success?” “I should ; say not,” answered the patron of the ■ races. "Half the time the bookmak- ‘ ers can’t pronounce correctly the > names of the horses on which they win the most money.”

IVOTEB inDOOk iG?eaD£ BB K PT FARM Think right if you would walk right. Charcoal is good for the hens, especially in hot weather. Lime wash all the stables. It will make them sweet and clean. I he cleaner the] poultry house the less trouble there^hvill be with pests and diseases. W" There are always two sides to the farm help question! the help’s side as well as that of th« farmer. Screened stables a-Ad generous use of the spray will help you through the summer without much loss in the milk flow. Don’t get in the habit of dosing your animals. Provide good care and good feed and there will be little need to dope them. Provide good screens for the house if you have not already done so. The day of the old cloth mosquito netting should be past for most farmers. Pigs in the orchard will pick up all the windfalls and perform a double service. They will destroy the injurious insect life and they will also grow fat on the fruit. To mark your name upon metal, melt tallow or beeswax upon the tool to be marked, write your name in the ; tallow or wax. being sure to scratch : clear through to the metal surface. ! Then pour into the letters thus made a few drops of nitric acid. Leave for a few minutes. Then wipe off acid and beeswax or tallow and you will find your tool has your name that won’t come off. The farmer needs to know’ the plants he would grow as well as the quality of the soil he would cultivate. Plants differ widely in composition, range of root, period of growth and in their ability to gather that which they need from the soil. These are facts which a farmer should be familiar with in order that he may Intelligently manure the soil and plan the rotation of crops he wishes to follow in a manner that will give the best possible results. Wireworms are difficult to get rid of. Prof. Singerland's experiments at Cornell have shown that salt is effective if used in sufficient quantities, but he found that it w’ould be necessary to use some six to eight tons of salt per acre to destroy the wire worms, while even a dressing of 1,000 pounds per acre interfered with the germination of wheat, and neither drove the wire worms deeper into the soil nor caused them to migrate to any appreciable distance. He did find, however, that considerable numbers of the adult beetles were attracted and destroyed by fresh bunches of clover dipped in strong paris green water. Fall plowing, however, is effective in destroying many of the click beetles, the parents of the wire worms, which hibernate in their pupal cells. On the whole, a short rotation of crops is the only method of control that can be unqalifiedly recommended —bringing in, wherever possible, a crop on which the pests do not thrive well, as clover. Here are the views of a western cattleman on dehorning. His rule is to ' always dehorn in the fall and to never dehorn calves. He goes on to say: “Never breed polled cattle simply to avoid dehorning. If you think the polled breed better than one with horns, then all right, but everyone knows that natural polled cattle are more vicious than horned cattle if the latter are dehorned properly at the right time. Now to the point. Leave the cattle with horns until they learn that they are weapons of defense and offense,Uhen dishorn and have them realize ’■tat they have been | deprived of the ^4: pens with which ' they can inflict wjiiry. This will ! make them tame. 1 Polled cattle are never deprived of wry' weapons and for this reason are not as void of offense as the ones that have learned to use horns, and are then deprived of them. The advantages of dehorned cattle over natural polled stock more than pay for dehorning.” English dairy experts have just completed experiments which prove that I when in good condition a cow will j take off her body whatever is deficient in food in order to give her normal quality of milk. That an extra supply of nutritious food at all times increases the quality of milk, but the percentage of fat is not in any way improved by it; if anything, the tendency being rather the other way. That an extra supply of nutritious food almost invariably increases the solids. I not fat, of the milk. That a ration poor in food ingredients has a very slight tendency to reduce the solids ; not fat in milk, but has little appreciable effect on the fat. That with a poor ration a cow in full weight will ; lose carcass weight, while on a rich diet she will get weight. That al- । though the percentage of fat in a cow’s milk may vary daily, we at pres- । ent seem unable to control these varia- ■ tions or to account for them. That for limited periods up to one month , or thereabouts all ordinary quantities 1 I and qualities of foods seem to have no material effect on the quality of s i the milk. i

Cleanliness is essential to successful poultry keeping. Sunlight is a great germ killer. Let lots of it into the stables. When in doubt what to do it is generally better to do nothing. Scatter the feed for the fowls so that all will have an equal chance at getting a meal. 1 A sunbonnet or damp sponge on the horse s head will prevent sunstroke, 1 a thing they are very liable to. The caution to keep the pens and i sleeping places of the Wbgs is specially important at this season of the ' year. ! Know the markets in which you expect to market your goods. This is especially important to the farmer that , sells butter. In estimating the profit returned by sheep you want to remember that the manure dropped by the sheep is about three times as valuable as that from cows. Tie your wool with wool twine and be on the safe side, for buyers are holding pretty strictly to the rule that. they’ will not touch wool that has been tied with binder twine. Scrape off the old bark from the old apple trees. A dull hoe is the thing and if you wait until a wet day’ the bark will come off easily. Be careful not to injure the underlayer of live bark. Stomach worms are a dangerous trouble with lambs at this season of . the year. Several government bulle- i tins dealing with the pest have been ’ issued. Write for them. They are free for the asking. Horses are foundered ~by letting them drink when heated and then per- j mittlng them to stand. Let them 1 have a few swallows at a time and keep them moving until they have coled off. A cream thermometer costs but little but. its convenience in accurately telling you the temperature of the cream is almost inestimable, for the quality of the butter made and the ! ease with which it is churned largely I depend upon having the cream at : the right temperature when beginning operations. Like the leaves on the trees the fake schemes are seemingly number- ; less. Keep your eyes peeled for them. 1 Don't get taken in. One of the ways of defrauding has been by means of the fraudulent "contract” or "agreement” or "purchase order,” which, when cut in two, becomes a good, bankable note or promise to pay. They are cleverly worded and look harmless. There's only’ one sure safeguard against them—do not sign your name on any paper presented by a stranger. A draught of cool water is refresh- ! ing when working in the fields. Makes ' you feel like taking a fresh grip on the ! work. Don't you suppose the horses would feel the same way? When it comes to working hard in warm I weather hauling heavy loads or pulling ' the binder an occasional drink of wa- ! ter would cool their systems and re- ' fresh their energy as much as it stimulates you. "It is not supposed, how- ; ever,” cautions Prof. C. Minkler, that any horseman will allow his team to | tank up on cold water when in a very heated state; but it is reasonable to expect him to allow them the privilege of taking a few swallows to quench their thirst, and drive the burning impulses away. A decade or so ago growers of apples did not have much competition from the banana business, which now equals 60,000 000 bunches a year. To-day our orchardist are also competing with Spanish grapes, importation^ of which exceeded 1,000,000 barrels last year. California, Porto Rico, Florida, Cuba and Jamaica supply our citizens with millions of boxes of oranges each season. The immense quantity’ of dried prunes, peaches, apricots, increased production of pears, all over the United States, also enter into competition with the apple grower. ; In view of this competition the ap- ) pie grow'ers will have to pay more at- ' tention to the cultivation of the prop- I er sorts, keep their fruit from worms and scale, and pick and pack them in a proper manner, or else they will have to confine their attention to local markets and to the evaporator, cider and vinegar maker. Here is encouragement forth« holder of small farms in this country, showing what profit can be made by intensive methods. H. D. Jones in Technical World Magazine tells the story of tw’o women who leased five acres of land in Berkshire, England. Later they found that five acres was too much land, and that they could find full work for themselves and for students who flocked to them to learn how it was done, with profit for all, on a piece of ground less than half the size of that first taken. The teachers of the women were a French gardener and his family, who, with an acre of land in France, sold ?2,500 worth of produce in a year. The scene at the farm is thus described by one who visited it. In a bare plowed field stands a square palisade of zinc plates inclosing about three-quarters of an acre. Behind it the French gardener and the women who lease the land have wrought what looks like a sheer miracle to anyone unacquainted with the system. The ground is all covered with । inverted bell glasses of the Kind known in Europe as ciochers. Under each bell at the time this writer visited the farm were five lettuces. Lettuces were growing around the bells and other vegetables sown broadcast I were coming up everywhere. In each of a number of frames four feet square were 30 lettuces, a mass of carrots and cauliflower. The entire secret.of the growth of these products before the regular season is in the 1 cropping and the soil. Every inch of the soil bears at least three crops a ’ year, each of them anticipating the ' season and therefore producing fancy prices.

Saul and Jonathan Slain in Battle Sunday School Lesson for Sept. 6, 1908 Specially Arranesd for This Paper LESSON TEXT.—I Samuel chapter 31. Memory verse 6. GOLDEN TEXT.—“Prepare to meet thy God."—Amos 4:12. THE ERA.—The close of the first reign of United Israel. The dawn of a new era. ' TIME.—B. C. 10.'5 (Ussher, in margin of our Bibles). B. C. 1027 in Revised Chronology. PLACE.—On the northern slopes of Mount Gilboa were encamped the army of Saul: the Philistine army’ at Shunem. The valley of Jezreel lay' between them. Comment and Suggestive Thought. Saul and the Witch of Endor. —Saul, brave as he was, felt a deep depression of spirit. Why? It was not so much the numbers and battle array of the invading army, as his feeling of guilt and of loss of the favor of God. There is nothing so weakening and depressing as a guilty conscience. Saul made every effort to obtain the favor and aid of Jehovah, except the only one that could have been successful; complete repentance of sin and turning with his whole heart to God. Like the king in Hamlet, he could not try what repentance could do, because he' would not repent. His last resort was to find a sorceress or witch, the whole tribe of which he had driven from his kingdom, because they led men away from God. Saul learned that eight or ten miles away to the north in some of the remote gorges of Little Hermon, near Endor, a sorceress “had built herself a cabin, and there in gloom and obscurity plied her unholy arts.” There are two possible interpretations: First. That the woman was interrupted and frightened by the unexpected. actual appearance of Samuel, whose voice Saul heard, but whom ha did not see; and that Samuel uttered the terrible words of condemnation against Saul. Second. That the whole scene was a deception on the part of the woman. She recognized Saul, and was glad of an opportunity to revenge upon him the evil he had done to her race. She acted astonished, and made Saul think she saw Samuel. Then the put in the prophet's mouth only’ the doom which seemed probable, ar fl, as Milman says, "excepting the event of the approaching battle, the spirit said nothing which the living prophet had not said before repeatedly and publicly.” V. 1. "And the men of Israel fled before the Philistines.” Saul’s three sons, including Jonathan, were sJain. The Philistines drove the people out of their town and occupied the territory (v. 7). “Gibeah, Saul's own city, was thrown into terror. The royal family fled for their lives. In the flight the nurse let fall Mephibosheth, the son of Jonathan, then a child of five years of age. ‘He was lamed for life’ (2 Sam. 4:4).” —James Sime. The Death of Saul. —In the general rout, Saul realized that there was no way of escape. He was In despair. His army was gone, his son slain, he himself was wounded and weak, and God was not with him. He had “supped full of horrors.” Finding he could not escape, “Saul took a sword and fell upon it” (4), the hilt on the ground and the point at his heart. Thus father and son lay dead together on the field of battle. 9. “And they cut off his head.” To send as a trophy and proof of their victory. It w r as hung in the temple of Dagon at Ashdod (1 Chn.n. 10:10). “Stripped off his armor, and sent into the land ... to publish it in the bouse of their idols.” A Heroic and Loving Deed.—V. 11. “The inhabitants of Jabesh-gilead heard.” Jabesh-gilead was a city of Manasseh, east of the Jordan, about ten miles across the Jordan valley from Bethshan. The inhabitants remembered the splendid feat of arms by which King Saul at the very beginning of his reign delivered them from the Ammonites under Nahash, who agreed to spare them only on condition of the loss of their right eyes. The men in grateful memory rescued these trophies, burned the decaying bodies, and gave their bones an honored burial. What Aids Did Saul Have Tow’ard a Blessed Life? —(1) He had a long period of home preparation and testing in little things till his powers were matured before he was called to sustain the strain of the court and the battlefield. (2) Saul as king was required (see Deut. 17:18-20) to write out a copy of the law, thus becoming thoroughly’ acquainted with it, better than by’ almost any’ other means; and then he must “read therein all the days of his life.” (3) Saul received special influences of the Holy Spirit (1 Sam. 10:6), fitting him for his great duties. (4) He had the ability to become a warrior and statesman, a great benefactor of his nation, educating them in religion, defending them against enemies, building them up in prosperity and true success. What Was the Central Source of His Failure? —It was a wrong choice. He would not yield himself heart and soul to God, as David did? Everyone makes mistakes and errors, but they are not absolutely destructive so long as one’s central aim and purpose is to do God's will. “The will is the ranking official of all in man.” “It is the will which creates the man.” A wrong choice is “as a poison in the blood which permeates ar veins, nerves, brain and heart . . . speedily brings paralysis or de; The Magic of Odd Numbers. “Even in the matter of weighing groceries there seems a magic in odd numbers.” said a housekeeper. “Most of the packages of salt, sugar, coffee and other commodities that grocers keep on hand to facilitate trade contain an odd number of pounds. If you are in a hurry and ask for a madeup package of almost any kind of groceries tradesmen can accommodate you with a one-pound, three-pound or a five-pound package; but the chances are that if you want two pounds or four pounds of anything it will have to be weighed to order."

What is Pe-ru-na. Are we claiming too much for Peruna when we claim it to be an effective remedy for chronic catarrh? Have we abundant proof that Peruna is in reality such a catarrh remedy? Let us see what the United States Dispensatory Bays of the principal ingredients of Peruna. Take, for instance, the ingredient hydrastis canadensis, or golden seal. The United States Dispensatory says of this herbal remedy, that it is largely employed in the treatment of depraved mucous membranes lining various organs of the human body. Another ingredient of Peruna, corydalis formosa, is classed in the United States Dispensatory as a tonic. Cedron seeds is another ingredient of Peruna. The United States Dispensatory says of the action 6f cedron that it is used as a bitter tonic and in the treatment of dysentery, and in inter- , mittent diseases as a eubstitute for quinine. Send to us for a free book of testimonials of what the people think of Peruna as a catarrh remedy. The best evidence is the testimony of those who have tried it. i I PICNIC FOR THE PUP. — His Devotion to Duty Rewarded by Strange Luxuries. A Boston bulldog owned by Georg© • I H. Clapp was so determined to cap- | ture a woodchuck which he had chased ■ ! into its den that he followed after and | staid in the hole all night. i When the dog had got his jaws about the enemy he found that he । could not get out owing to the small ! size of the animal’s hole. Rather than lose his prey the dog retained his hold on the woodchuck over night, and was helped out by his master in the morning. The dog was ■ nearly exhausted, and revived after feeding and drinking in a curious manner. । j He consumed about two quarts of I unguarded ice cream, which had been i set aside for a party, and capped th© climax by falling into a bucket of lemi onade. —Worcester (Mass.) Telegram. ' CURED HER CHILDREN. Girls Suffered with Itching Eczema—• Baby Had a Tender Skin, Too— Relied on Cuticura Remedies. “Some years ago my three little ■ girls had a very bad form of eczema. [ Itching eruptions formed on the backs of their heads which were simply cov- ■ ered. I tried almost everything, but failed. Then my mother recommended [ the Cuticura Remedies. I xvashed my । children's heads with Cuticura Soap . and then applied the wonderful ointment, Cuticura. I did this four or five • j times and I can say that they have been entirely cured. I have another i baby who is so plump that the folds of ■ skin on his neck were broken and even । bled. I used Cuticura Soap and Cuticura Ointment and the next morning • the trouble had disappeared. Mme. Napoleon Duceppe, 41 Duluth St., Montreal, Que., May 21, 1907.” — , ABSENT-MINDED. ' Old Gent —Here, you boy, what ar© you doing out here, fishing? Don’t you know you ought to be at school? Small Boy—There now! I knew I’d ’ forgotten something. A Unanimous Vote. A German-American who had recently arrived at the estate of riches • attended his first banquet. The win© 1 was particularly vile, and so several gentlemen who were seated near th® 1 German were quite satisfied to have ' him empty the bottles that had been ’ set apart for their common use. Neither the quality nor the quantity ■ of the wine in the least disturbed th© • Teuton, and, after draining the last i glass, he looked around jovially and said: “Shentlemen, I has now drunkl en all your wine and safed you the trouble of trinking vat you did not ; like I tink you ought to vote me a > public tank.” They did. —Lippincott’s. i When the Little Man Scored. A meek-looking little man with a • large pasteboard box climbed on th© ; car. As he did so he bumped slightly • into a sleepy, corpulent passenger with a self-satisfied look and two little ! i labs of sidewhiskers. As the car [ । rounded a curve the box rubbed ; ! against him again and he growled: i ‘‘This is no freight car, is it?” • ' “Nope,” returned the meek little . chap with the box, “and when you some right down to it, it ain’t any ; cattle car, either, is it?” . REMAINS THE SAME. ' Well Brewed Postum Always Palatable The flavour of Postum, when boiled according to directions, is always the ■ same—mild, distinctive, and palatable. It contains no harmful substance like caffeine, the drug in coffee, and hence may be used with benefit at all times. ! I “Believing that coffee was the cause of my torpid liver, sick headache and 1 misery in many ways,” writes an Ind lady, “I quit and bought a package cZ Postum about a year ago. “My husband and I have been so well pleased that we have continued j to drink Postum ever since. 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