Claremore Progress. And Rogers County Democrat (Claremore, Okla.), Vol. 17, No. 46, Ed. 1 Friday, December 31, 1909 Page: 3 of 8
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RiiglUUtiimi, unit Tom Hlska,
■<« alffaiiiur "g|i~w"iili'ii
Mall*, tin ■
lliropu,
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vr -..JDWI
MIm UMlwvisve
nunlcan lio|r*M. l.onl Will'
•iiaqiie Allium mi. w«ra
•a upon i
psstansi
M iRW|w.,. an hiiIhTum
lt#d lalaiul mill ware Ilia only on«s lint
druwnad. Illukn, aluimir.l mi Hie IhiuI,
bacaiiaa of liia roiialiiK-iw. bai ania it li«'rt>
ft* Braanrvnr of ilia liHpleaa pair. Tha
Kiifllalinimi waa aulns fur ilia lianil of
Mian Italic. Williliri.pa waalad lata lam
wati.'li mi a I'lKiimia, fur whlull ti# waa
•'•"ret by IllaKi*, All llirae i!onainin«.l
flftta l« alilaM IliPinaulvaa from Inu aim.
Tnay than fuaalnd on ooeosnutsi Ilia only
prociirahlo Mlaa l.mlla aliowofl r
Tlkliut f r lllHka, lint dn. «lnl Ma ruuuli
limns for IliMka, lint dalratrd lila rnuwll-
liaaa 1, .|| by llhika, lliay aalulillaliail *
h'«jyi_ ln_*f'ine rm }iluj<n found a frasli
Blsai
•iirvi
Ins I
Cuba!
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loll— MB
•ffa from ilia rlllT*. Mlaa Ualla'a wlilln
| l' waa dsrldsd upon an «l«nal. Mia*
Mb* Italia faced ai
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Malnaf ilia lieljrl
" Ml* fill
waUr aprlua Ml* Italia faced an
plaaaant situation. Plaka rucovarail lila
•iirvaynr'a m««nlfylnH kU . fttus liiaur-
In* (Ira. H* alarlxil a Jungle lira, killing
• law laupnrd anil attintliarlng aavara
euba. In the Imiimrd'a cavern lliay built
ft" hPm9 Tliay Italliad tile ellir* by
Ins the bottom of a tree until It fall
iff Ilia helgnta. The trio aacurad
Mall* | i
akin. Overliearlna
(ween Blake nnfl W:
MOIUna frlKhtena<l.
~ftb
made a draaa from the leopard
Oyarhasrlng it couveraatlnn ha-
'Inthrupe, Mlaa I^ealle
iflirnpe
a-. polaon*d by a
Jab and almost died. .In eli a In iiiiackr.
Ill with fever. Hlnke waa 1
111* canip thai nlslit, but were driven ofl
by Qenevlrve. Hli.lti lonalrurtoil an ani-
mal trap. It killed a hyena, On a tour
til* trio dlacovered honey and nvatura.
Ml** I.telle waa nltncked liy a polaunoua
d It and aavad lie nol
For the anennd tlnn
waa attacked by fever. Hi
Leslt I „ _
anake. Blake kllled.lt and aavad It*
, nthropa ...
and 11 lake dlaagroed. The latter iniidc a
•Irons door for the private compartment
•f Mlaa Laslls's cave home.
CHAPTER XIX.—Continual*
"Mr.—Mr. Blake, pray do not get
♦sclted— I—I mean, uioaia excuse ma.
I'm-"
/ "You're comlug dow* alekl" he
gaid.
"No, no! I bave no fever."
"Then lt'a the aun. Yet you ought
to keep up thero where the air la
freshest. I'll make you a ahade.'
She protested, and withdrew, aome-
irhnt hurriedly, to her tree.
In the morning Blake waa gone
4C*ta: but Instead of a note, beside
the Are stood the smaller antelope
akin converted lble a great bamboo-
ribbed aunshade.
She spent the day aa usual on the
headland. There waa no wind, and the
•un was scorching hot. But with her
big sunshade to protect her from the
direct rays, the heat waa at least en-
durable. She even found energy to work
at a basket which she was attempting
to weave out of long, coarse graas; yat
there wore frequent Intervals when
her hands aank Idle In her lap, and she
gazed away over the shimmering
f lassy expanse of the ocean.
In the afternoon the heat became
oppressively sultry, and a long slow
awell began to roll shoreward from
heyond the distant horizon, showing
no trace of white along Its oily crests
until they broke over the coral reefs.
There waa not a breath of air stirring,
and for a time tha reefs so checked
the rollers that they lacked force to
drive on in and break upon the beach.
8teadily, however, the swell grew
heavier, though not so much as a cat's-
paw ruffled the dead surfaces of the
■watery hillocks. By sunset they were
rolling high over both lines of reefs
and racing shoreward to break upon
the beach and the clffi foot In furious
surf. The still air reverberated with
the booming of the breakers. Yet the
«irl, inland bred and unversed in
weather lore, sat heedless and indif-
ferent, her eyes fixed upon the hori-
son In a,vacant stare.
Her reverie was at last disturbed by
the peculiar behavior of the aeafowl.
Those in the air circled around in a
manner strange to her, while their
mates on the ledges waddled restlessly
about over and between their nests.
There was a shriller note than usual
In their discordant clamor.
Yat even when she gave heed to the
hlrda, the girl failed to realise their
alarm or to aenae the Impending dan-
cer. It was only that a feeling of dis-
quiet had broken the apell of her rev-
erie; It did not obtrude upon the field
of her conaclous thought. She sighed
and rose to return to the cleft, Idly
wondering that the air should seem
More sultry than at mid-day. The
peculiar appearance of the sun and the
western sky meant nothing more to
her than aa odd effect of color and
light She smilingly compared It with
&
.
where her bed hart been. It waa en
lerlng at a dllfmuiit iiiikIk. and lia
furoe waa broken by the lo-ml in the
thick wall of the entrance After a
lime the deluge daahud iialani tlie en-
trance, guahiiiK d wn the door in a
calumet of funm
GATHERING CHESTNUTS
By LAWRENCE CLAY
ti'opyrialii, iff. by Aaaudiiicd literary rn « i
The Aral froat uf I he senann hurt
milo, mill Mlaa Dolly Meuurvc wim on
ler wuy down to tliu back lot with u
maki't ou het urui. A l>lu chestnut
ren hud utouii there (or no tint) could
eiiii'iubei' how liuitf, and this fall it
ilmply hum; loaded with burrs. TJie
roat probubly hud opuited hundred* of
liein.
The hack lot wna half u mile back
if Partner Meeorve'u bouse, and Ihe
Another Interval, end the driving the baaket whs his duughier,
I„....... .I....I. ....... hud just completed u lerm at a
inmliiHry und wuu home for uood. It
tvua a lilting iiioi'iiIiik. mid alio had
iloiiiiixl her mother'* hood and aluiwi
uid borrowi'd u pali' of yarn mittens
from brother Will.
Yea; the froat and the morning
lireexe had done their work. A liualwl
■if chcaluiits peppered the curtli and
more were fulling, and the basket
held only
dowupour lio longer struck even lha
edue of the eiiening. Tlie wind waa
veering rapidly aa the cyclone center
moved paut ou one aid«. The urea of
llie hurricaue wus little more thun
thrice that of a tornado, and it wua
advancing along lis courae at great
apaed. An hour more, und ilia out-
ermost rim of the hugo whirl wus
passing over the oleft, ,... _ „ ,
Quickly the hurricane gnats felli!MlM" ^,H1( brought
away to a gale; the gale became
broose; the hruego lulled and died
away, atifled by the torrential ruin.
, Within the buobuli all waa again
dark und allen). Utterly exhausted, the
girl had Mink buck uMulnat the friend-
ly wall of Ihe tree, nml fallen asleep,
Hhe was wakened b/ a bourse call:
(wo quarts. She wua a girl who doted
un clii'Niuiita und iiadu't had any for
three years, ao it wna easy lo tell
what alio would tlo on finding the
Kt'ound covered Willi thetu, Hhe am
down and began to shuck and eat
She turned her back to Ihe wind,
•nttggled the old gray almwi closer,
and began to eat and cut and eat.
"Miss Jenny! Mlaa Jenny, answer , °"1 """ Bna, Cl";
me! Are you all right?" iHllP l"""e<1 for ,he vory 1'l8K°Ht and
Hhe started up, barely saving her.
Its daiEling coruscation. This time the
creeping figure did not halt.
Again and again the forked light-
ning streaked across the sky, every
stroke more vivid than the one before.
The rumble of the distant thunder
deepened to a heavy rolling which
dominated the dull roar of tha break-
era. The storm was coming with the
on-rush of a tornado. Yet the leaves
hung motionless in the still air, and
there waa no sound other than the
thunder and the booming of the surf.
The lightning flared, one stroke upon
the other, with a brilliancy that lit
up the cave's interior brighter than at
mid-day.
In the white glare the girl Baw Win
thrope, crouched beneath her upswung
door; and his face was as the face of
a beaat.
CHAPTER XX.
The Hurricane Blast.
an attempt at a sunset sainted by an
e im
school.
artist friend of the Impressionist
Neither Wlnthrope nor Blake was in
sight whea she reached the baobab,
and neither appeared, though she de-
layed supper until dark. It waa quite
possible that they had eaten before her
return sad had gone off again, the
Kagllshman to dose and Blake on an
evening hunt
At last, tired of waiting, she covered
the,fire and retired Into her tree-cave.
The air in the cleft was still more
stilling than on the headland,
passed, with her hand upraised to
close the swinging door. Bhs
propped It open when she came out la
the Morning. After a moment's hesi-
tation, she went on across the hollow,
(saving the door wide open.
1 wffi rant n little, and close It
■ess lay spsatts cleft.
The saly eonad was a
t seho st the snif roaring
a little
a moment that seemed
moment of eternity she
lay on her bed staring into
the blank darkness. The storm burst
with a crashing uproar that brought
her to her feet with a shriek. Her
giant tree creaked and strained under
the Impact of the terrific hurricane
blasts that came howling through the
cleft like a rout of shrieking fiends.
The peals of thunder merged Into one
continuous roar, beneath which the
solid ledges of rocks jarred and quiv-
ered. The sky was a pall of black
clouds, meshed with a dazzling net-
work of forked lightning.
The girl stood motionless, stunned
by the uproar, appalled by the blinding
glare of the thunderbolts; yet even
more fearful of the figure which every
flash showed her still lurking beneath
the door. A gust-borne bough struck
with numbing force against her up-
raised arm. But she took no heed. She
was unaware of the swirl of rain nnd
sUcks and leaves that was driving In
through the open entrance.
On n sudden the door shook free
from its props and whirled violently
arouni} on Its balance-bar. There was
a shriek thst pierced shove the shrill-
ing of the cyclone—a single human
shriek.
The girl sprang across the cave.
The heavy door swished up before her
and down again. Its lower edge sll but
grsslng her face. For a moment rt
stopped In a vertical position and
hung quivering, like a beast about to
Isap upon Its prey. Too excited to
comprehend the danger of the act, the
girl sprang forward and shot one of
the thick ban Into Its socket.
A fierce gust leaped against the out-
er face of ths door and thrust In upon
it, striving to burst It bodllv from Its
bearings. Ths top nnd ths free slds
of ths bottom bowed In. Bat ths
branches were still green and tough,
ths bamboo like whale boos and the
"I Knew Alrssdy—I Know All."
shelter In a niche at the side. Nar-
row as was the slit above the top of
the door, it let In a torrent of water,
which spouted clear across and
against the far wall of the cave. It
gushed down upon her bed and was
already flooding the cave floor.
She piled higher the cocoanuts
stored in her niche, and perched her-
self upon the heap to keep above the
water. But eevn In her sheltered cor-
ner the eddying wind showered her
with spray. She waded across for her
skin-covered sunshade, and returned
to huddle beneath it, in the still mis-
ery and terror of a hunted animal that
has crept wounded Into a hole.
During the first hurricane there had
been companions to whom she could
look for help and comfort, and she
had been to a degree unaware of the
greatness of the danger. But In the
few short weeks since she had caught
more than one glimpse of Primeval
Nature—she of the bloody fang, blind,
remorseless, Insensate, destroying,
ever destroying.
True, this was on solid land, while
before there had been the peril of the
eea. But now the girl was alone. Out-
side the straining walls of her refuge,
the hurricane yelled and shrieked and
roared—a headless, formless monster,
furious to burst in upon her, to over-
throw her stanch old tree giant, that
in his fall his shattered trunk might
crush and mangle her. Or at any In-
stant a thunder-bOlt might rend open
the great tower of living wood, and
hurl her blackened body Into the pool
on the enve floor.
Once she fancied that she heard
Blake shouting outside the door; but
when she screamed a shrill response,
the blast mocked her with echoing
shrieks, and she dared not venture to
free the door. If it were Blake, he
did n6t shout again. After a time she
began to think that the sound had
been no more than a fr*tf of the
shifting wind. Yet the thought of him
out in the full fury of the cyclone
served to turn her thoughts 1 tim her
own danger. She prayed aloud for his
safety, beseeching God that 'le be
spared. She sought to pray e/en for
Winthrope. But the vision of that
beastly face rose up before htr, and
she could not—then.
Presently she became aware of a
change in the storm. The terrlflc
gusts blew with yet greater violence,
the thunder crashed heavier, the light-
ning filled the air with a flame of
dasxllng white light. But the rain
no longer gushed across on ths spot
self from a fall as tlie big unbnsk"d
nuts rolled boneulh her feel. The
morning sunlight waa si reaming in
over her door. Hhe sprang down anklo-
deep Into the mire of the cave floor,
and ran to loosen the bars. As the
door swung up, she daiied out, with
a cry of delight: "You are safe—safe!
Oh, I was so afraid for you! But
you're drenched! You must build a
lire—dry yourself—at once!"
"Walt," said Hlake. "I've got to tell
you something."
He caught her outstretched hands,
and pushed them down with gentle
force. His face was grave, almost sol-
emn.
"Think you can stand bad news—a
shock?"
"I- What is It? Yon look as
strange!"
"It's about Wlnthrope—something
very bad—"
She turned, with a gasp, and hid
her face In her hands, shuddering with
horror and loathing.
"Oh! oh!" she cried. "I know al-
ready—I know all?"
"All?" demanded Blake, staring
blankly.
"Yes: all! And—and he made me
think It was you!" She gasped, and
fell silent.
Blake's face went white. He spoke
In a clear, vibrant voice, tense as an
overstrained violin string: "I am
Bpeaklng about Wlnthrope — under-
stand me? — Winthrope. He has
been badly hurt."
"The door swung down and struck
him, when he was creeping in."
"God!" roared Blake. "I picked
him up like a sick baby—the beast! —
'stead of grinding my heel In his face!
God! I'll—" •
"Tom! don't—don't even speak of
it! Tom!"
"God! When a helpless girl—when
—!" He choked, beside himself with
''age.
She sprang to him, and caught his
sleeve in a convulsive grasp. "Hush,
for mercy's sake! Tom Blake, remem-
ber—you're a man!"
He calmed like a ferocious dog at
the voice of lis master: but it was sev-
eral minutes before he could bring
himself to obey her Insistent urging
that he should return to the injured
man.
"I'll go," he at last growled.
"Wouldn't do It even for you, but he's
good as dead—lucky for him!"
"Dead!"
"Dying. You stay away."
He went around the baobab and a
few paces along the cleft to the place
where a limp form lay huddled on the
ledges, out of the mud. Slowly, as
though drawn by the fascination of
horror, the girl crept after him. When
she saw the broken, storm-beaten
thing that had been Wlnthrope, she
stopped, and would have turned
back. After all, as Blake had said,
he was dying—
When she stood at the feet of the
writhing figure, and looked down Into
the battered face, it required all her
will-power to keep from fainting.
Blake frowned up at her for an in-
stant. but said nothing.
Wlnthrope was speaking, feebly and
brokenly, yet distinctly: "Really, I did
not mean any harm—at first—you
know. But a man does not alwayi
have control—"
"Not a beast like you!" growled
Blake.
"Ow! Don't 'it me! I say now. I'm
dona for! My legs are cold already—"
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
fullest, and didn't mind the squirrel
clmtlerlng und scolding on the limbs
iibovo,
Hhe knew he was there lo get hit*
Khnre, und she htul ti half-formed ideii
that when ahe got through eutlng she
would throw clubs and give him ,i
scare. Had t-be been fumlllur with
squirrel loro she would have under
stood him during the flrst ilvo minutes
to be saying:
-"Well, upon my soul this Is cheeky
of you!
in the tree. I give you uiy word i
ahot at u squirrel "
"Hut I wu* aiding on the ground
here."
"Yea, but one of the shola must have
atrui'k u knot and buon deflected. I
urn sorry— ao sorry! I cun t tell you
how aorry I um. Muy I sen the wound?
i'erhupa the shot only glanced off."
"And perhupa I ahull curry u horri-
ble scar there ull my life!" alio replied
with a slump ol her foot. "Yog are a
nice mun to be given cliurge of it gun.
How tuuny other folks have you killed
or wounded this morning?"
"do for him, Dolly—go for itiin!"
chntlorcd the squirrel, "lie tried to
kill us, uud don't you let him talk
about uny deflected shot!"
"So sorry, you know—so sorry!" the
young mun kept alnmuiering. "I
wouldn't hitvo shot you for live dol-
lars-honest, | wouldn't. Is It u liud
wound? Is it painful? Do you think
It I* mortal?"
"I fear It Is!" replied .Miss Dolly, as
a spirit of mischief bublMed up. "Ye«,
it muy lie fatal, and I don't know what
excuse you can urge before u coronor'i
jury. You will be declared my mur
dorer!"
"He will—he will—whoop! he will!"
chattered the squirrel.
"Ho sorry—so sorry!" said the con
fused and upset young man. 'I—can't
call «n nmbulnnce here, you know, and
—and I don't see uny doctors' signs
around. Can I help you home and
then—then—"
I think I have the strength to walk
home, but you mny run to the village
and tell Dr. Smith that you have shot
me and tell him to come. Tell him It's
probnbly a mortal wound. Tell him
thnt it's Miss Dolly Moserve you tried
Haven't you been to break- j (0 kill. Bettor throw away that, gun or
you'll be shooting the doctor!"
"Yes—yes—surely I will. Yes; I'll
get. Dr. Smith. So sorry, you know.
Do you think you can reach home
without help? Yes, certainly—" And
he was gone.
It was true that some of the bird
shot with which the gun bad been
londed hud struck something and been
deflected. Two of them were buried
in the quilted hood, and two or three
others were found In the folds of the
heavy shawl. Only one had struck
Miss Dolly as she raised her face, and
that was in the center of the chin.
It had not penetrated deeply. As a
n>Uter of fact, she dug it out with her
linger nail on the way home. The
doctor arrived in his gig with his
horse on a gallop. At flrst he was In-
clined to be angry, but when the story
was told, and when a little plan was
unfolded, he laughed and offered bis
services.
Two hours later, when Will Bailey,
son of Lawyer Bailey of the city,
called at the farmhouse to repeat that
he was so sorry, and to say that he
was visiting the Scotts and doing a
little shooting, he found a young lady
on the sofa with her head, chin and
neck done up and a strong smell of
drugs in the room. He was told by
Miss Dolly that the doctor had said
that she would probably pull through
if given the best of care, and he went
away a happy young man. He sent
to the city for flowers and fruits and
books. He presented brother Sam with
the shotgun, and he told the father
that he would be only too happy to
pay all expenses.
Of course, the patient began to get
better. At about the third call of the
wouid-be murderer she had dispensed
with most of the bandages. At about
the fifth there was only a piece of
plaster covering the wound. After
three weeks he called one afternoon
to find the plaster gone, and after a
look he cried out:
"Why, Miss Dolly, you've got the
prettiest dimpled chin in all America!
Really, now, but—"
No—it was a month later that he
proposed. And he took her down to
the old chestnut tree where the squir-
rel chattered:
"I thought so! I thought so! First
you shoot a girl and then you tell her
how much you love her and ask her to
be your wife! Go to, both of you!"
crsspsrs h«M ths trams to-
ths Joints i
m . railing _
la ths slsstte atraetars or to
ths crossbar It wars as If Um
hlsat laag Itaslf aharaataiy
tha tag aai hattaaila a tan*
to sgala whirl tha frasM ahaat
vhfta glars straaalag la thraagh tha
latarstlecs shows* tha girl bar oppor-
shat II lata Ha saeket as ths tewar
part s( the guar gave bach with tha
dtffltag at tha prsasaia to tha tsp. It
to tfUa tha
A haavy apray was haallag la agaa
har thrsatfi tha chlahs stf ths fraaw-
fast? Have you got to lay in a store
or starve through the winter? Go to,
girl, and give us squirrels a show!"
Pretty soon she noticed that his
chattering had changed, but she didn't
look up nor try to interpret it. What
he was saying was:
"A young man! A young man! A
young man Is coming this way!"
Of course, Miss Dolly would have
scrambled up to look for the young
man and make out whether he was tall
or short, light or dark, handsome or
homely. Not getting the alarm, she
continued to devour fat chestnuts.
"He's got a gun! He's got a gun!
He's got a gun on his shoulder," ex-
claimed the squirrel, as he hid behind
a limb and peeped out with one eye.
They ought to have been plain to
the girl as Greek, but she never even
missed a bite. It couldn't be charged
that she was thinking of a man, young
or old, and so in an absent-minded
state.
"And he's going to pepper me—me—
me " shouted the squirrel as he disap-
peared into a hollow limb.
This time Miss Dolly faintly com-
prehended and looked up. Flash—bang
—scream! She scrambled up and
down again with a moan, and was too
overcome to hear the squirrel shriek-
ing out:
"He's shot a, girl! He's shot a girl!
He's missed me and shot a girl!"
"What is It? What have I done?
What's happened?" cried the voice of
a man bending over her, and Miss
Dolly shrank away and looked up to
see a young man with a gun in his
hand at her side. Her hand was
clasped to her chin and blood was ooz-
ing from under her Angers.
"I—I have wounded you!" gasped
the young roan, as he turned pale.
"Yes, you have! You have tried to
kill me!"
"Oh, no, no, no! I shot at a squirrel
Plucked.
"My flrst case," said an eminent
lawyer recently, "involved a young
woman whose common sense was
about as good as were my chances ol
success. After a protracted struggle
we got a jury which I, in my youthful
blindness of hope, considered espe-
cially favorable to my cause. I drew
my client aside and whispered in a
triumphant tone:
" Madam, the jury '.as been picked."
"She turned her baby-blue eyes full
upon me.
" 'Oh, I'm so glad.' she gushed, 'be-
cause I'm a little superstitious and 1
always did have the fullest confidence
in bald-headed men.' "—Pittsburg Dis
patch.
KEEPINQ UP WITH THE TIMES
A Mattar aa Which All laetaaa In
Ufa la Dsgawgam.
A phystetaa tads ma that I
throagh hia aatftaal library
yaar aad throws oat a lot af books
Which bars haeoaa asslsss to htm ba-
ths saw, ap-t ogata,
" art
latthaadsa-
ira aaalaas a
yaar aftar thay appear la prtat. There
astar waa a U— ta tha hlalaty at tha
•vary Mas at
sad aa wee tmlii oat tha aM aa It
some waya of doing things; a lot of
red taps la your methods.
Remember that nothing alas Is In*
provlag faster than baslssss methods.
If you are kseplng books as they wsrs
kept a quarter of a century ago, If yea
are using ths sssm business systsm.
you will Bad thst yoa are way bo
bind ths Umss —Si
Net vet.
Whea tailors eea threoeoraarad hats
la Pteeadllly aad Bead street It wiU
hs Ume eaoush to lay la a stock of
plah dress sultlnss. Bat unless we sis
mistakes, this sort of thins win not
aeration. Tha
Is foe (ale
Where Saw Buck is Handy
WM A CASE Of EMERGENCY
Hsrs, If Cvsr, Wss s Tims Whan
Tslsgraphic Limitations Wsrs
to Is Dspiorsd.
Wilbur Wright wus diacusslng la
Dayton a very imaginative magazine
glory about ueroplunea.
"The story," he auld, "was full of
errors. Aeroplunea can't do what this
chup (Inline He doean't understand
them.
"in fact, he'a like old Oeorgn Ket-'
lie of Trotwood. George ruahed into
ihe Troiwood telegraph office the oth-
er day with h amuii puckuge wrupped
in a newspaper under hia arm.
" Telegraph this to my wife down
lo Dayton, Harvey, be auid to the
telegraph clerk, thruating the puckuge
through the Utile window.
"No. no, George; we can't do any-
thing like Ihuibundled the clerk.
"'Drut yi,' auid George, ungrily, 'ya
got to do it. lt'a my wite'a teeth.'"
HER HEAVY WORK.
Applicant—Will I be expoctcd to do
all (lie heavy work, sir?
Mr. Jiggs—Oli,: no. My wife always
makes the biHcuit!
Hubby W«i Too Willing.
In the midst of her tears over a
late disagreement she unnounced that
she would take n trip of three weeks
In Ihe country for a rust from his abuse.
llooray! Ilooruy!
He hurried lo the station, bought
tickets, hurried back home, pulled off
bis coat, plunged Into the cellar,
lugged out her trunks uud com-
menced to pack.
Lying on a couch, she watched him
through her tears with great curiosity.
From time to time, in reply to many
questions, she advised him what arti-
cles would be useful in the country,
and they were eagerly Included.
Perspiring and exhausted after some
hours of preparatory detail for her
departure, he sank into a chair and
said:
"Everything is ready now. You
have abundant time to catch your
train."
"I have decided," she said, softly,
"not to go."
Two of a Kind.
Mrs. Boggs—I hate to have a man
always complaining about some little
thing. Now, my husband is continu-
ally harping on the lace curtains.
Mrs. Woggs—Yes, and my husband
has been kicking on our front door
every morning at three o'clock for the
last 20 years.—Puck.
TO rrRE A COLD IN ONK DAT
Takft I. AX ATI V K lllto Mo Qulnlno Tablets.
]>ruggl8tsrffun<l nionry If it fail ti to cure. U3. W.
GUuViC'ti signature i* on euch box. 26c.
Some people's morals are like their
best clothes—only worn on extraordiu
ary occasions.
BREAK rp THAT COUOIf
with Allen's Lung Jlulsam, tbe popular f&milf
remedy. It euros where other remedies fall. AU
dealers. 25c, &0c, 11.00 bottles.
If you are ever beaten It will be bf
your own self. Nobody else can beat
you.
Clear white clothes are a sign that thf
housekeeper uses Ked Cross Ball Blue.
Large 2 oz. package, 5 cents.
The girl who accepts a man seldom
takes him at his own valuation.
^constipation.
Ktt&y to take.
Dr. Pierce's pleasant Pellets ci
Constipation is the cause of man:
the cause and you cure the disea
One man's hobby may be another
man's nightmare.
"I'm afraid," said Mr. Swozzleton.
"I've got another lazy streak coming
on; I've had 'em before and I recog-
nize the symptoms.
"Nothing the matter with me. I feel
comfortable, very comfortable; but I
don't want to do a blessed, blamed
thing. Appetite line, stogies taste as
good aa ever. I sleep well nights; life
Is very pleasant; but the only thing I
really feel like doing la loafln'. I look
out the winder and see the yeller sun-
shine and I'm doggoned if the trees
don't aeem to be actually beckonln' to
me to come on out: and when I get
out and amell the woody, faU flavor In
the air I want to quit work entirely
and Just Idle, Just loaf, with not too
muck physical exertion.
"1 think that after I've snnCed In
the earth a while I'd like to go down
and go aboard a steamer with not too
many passengers and alt for a long
voyage stretched In a chair on the
nanny side of the ship aad see the
ocean go by; just see the ocean go
by, with nothing to do but eat and
dream and sleep.
"Yes, sir. I've got one of my lazy
streaks coming on: I recognize the
symptoms clearly. I'm feeling elegant,
but I hate to do a thing. I just want
to let go and loaf. But of course I
can t. I've got to get on the Job; and
now I'm about to do what I always do
when these streaks strike me.
"Down cellar I keep a sawbuck and
a bucksaw and a quarter of a cord of
hard oak wood; and when I get to feel-
ing this way Pgo down cellar and lay
a stick of that oak cord wood In the
sawbuck and pick up the saw and go
to sawing. I don't know of any work
more back-breaking than sawing wood,
and after I've sawed up about three
sticks of that wood. why. then, by
comparison, the regular work |
have to do seems so easy that I am
glad to buckle down to it That la my
regular and alwaya, for the time, sure
cure for lasy streak; aad I'm g^ g
town cellar now."
The Army of
Constipation
b Growing Smaller Er«ry Day.
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