The Capitol Hill News (Oklahoma City, Okla.), Vol. 9, No. 14, Ed. 1 Thursday, December 18, 1913 Page: 3 of 8
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8YNOP8'8.
Mlnnl*. spring-house girl at Hope sana-
torium, tells ti.e story. It opens with the
arrival of Miss Patty Jennings,
tortuu
pens
gs. who Is re-
ported to bo engaged to marry a prince,
and the death of the old doctor who owns
the sanatorium. The estate Is left to a
scapegrace grandson. Dicky Carter, who
ar on a certain date and run
issfully for two
ape i
must appear
the sanatorium successfully
months or forfeit the Inheritance. A case
of mumps delays Dick’s arrival. Mr. Tho-
bum Is hovering about In hopes of se-
aming the place for a summer hotel.
hard luck, h
with fsttv s y<
rives, and the
house,
er. wht
ingcs ’
tlnue In the management of
Julia Summers, luadir
the
Dorothy's
turn, Dick
fierce, a college man In hard luck, la pre-
vailed upon by Van Alatyns. Dick’s broth-
-In-luW. to Impersonate the missing heir
id take charge of the sanatorium until
fc.ru*r arrive* Dick, who has eloped
Patty s younger sister Dorothy, ar-
». end the couple go Into hiding In
old shelter house. Fearing to face
jthy's father, who Is at the sanator-
arrangcs with Pierce to con-
‘ the property.
; of Pierce’s
ny. arrives.
' promise.
Os’*
annatorlu
lerce's she
graduate 1.-.. takes the plact
_________nuna physician. Plerc who
very much Interested In Patty, so ws a
Strong dislike Dr Inwald. Dick becomes
peevish over the Independent manner in
Whleh Pleroe Is running the sanatorium.
Mies Bummers discovers that the Dick
Carter she Is seeking Is the owner of the
sanatorium. Dick, in attempting to steal
his lovs letters from Miss ^Summers.
stranded theatrical
* Is suing Dh
ler the
rives i ...
>anea, character man with Pierce’s show
nd a graduate *- L-.. takes the place of
von
Bai
compan.
ky for breach of ]
*• prince, under th« Incognito or oskm
n Inwald. arrives t-t the sanatorium
<ng UIBIIIIO ivl liut»iu. ----
vlsh over the Independent manner 1
unnlng the eanatorlurr
■covers that the
seeking Is the owner c
Dick, in attempting to stea
etters from Miss Bur
breaks into the wrong room and g«
wrong letters Miss Bummers dog has
convulsions from overeating. The patients
believe It has been poisoned by ths doped
spring water.
CHAPTIR X.—Continued.
He staggered out, with Mr. Biggs
Just behind him, and from that mo-
ment they were all demoralised. One
by one they left to look for Doctor
Barnes, or to get the white of egg,
■which somebody had suggested as an
antidote.
I was alone, looking down at Ara-
bella. Or rather, I thought I wae
alone, for there was a movement by
one of the windows and Mlea Patty
came forward and knelt by the dog.
"Of all the absurditle*!’’ she said.
“Poor little thing! Minnie, I believe
•he's breathing!"
She put the dog’s head In her lap,
and the little beast opened its eyes
and tried to wag Its blue tall.
"Oh, Miss Patty, Miss Patty!” I ex
claimed, and I got down beside her
and cried on her shoulder, with her
stroking my hand and calling me dear-
est! Me!
I was wiping my eyes when the
door wae thrown open and Mr. Pierce
ran in. He had no hat on and hia
hair was powdered with snow. He
stopped juat inside the door and looked
at Miss Patty.
"My God!" he exclaimed, "I thought
you were poisoned!"
"I am all right,” she assured him,
“and little Arabella will be all right,
too. She’s had a convulsion, that's all
-—probably from overeating. As for
the others—!”
"Where Is the—where le von In-
wald?”
"He has gone to take the white of an
egg,’’ she replied rather haughtily.
He walked to the window and 1 saw
him looking hard at something out-
side in the snow. When he walked
back to the fire he was smiling, and
he stooped over and poked Arabella
with his finger.
"80 that was It!” he said. "Full to
the scuppers, poor little wretch! Min-
nie, I am hoist with my own petard,
which In this case was a boomerang."
"Which Is In English—” I asked.
"With the Instinct of her sex, Ara-
bella haa unearthed what was meant
to be buried forever. She had gorged
herself Into a convulsion on that rab-
bit I shot last night!”
They went to the house together, he
carrying Arabella like a sick baby rnd
WTO THERE'S AWlll.
^ MARY ROBERTS RWEHART
•AUTHOR. OF-
■W/%e> CIROULAJL STA.iriCA.SE;, T5/Z& MM
SLOWER. TEN, WHEN A MAS NIAEJilES
ILLUSTRATED & EDGAR- JAERT SMITH caoye/offr
They Were All Demoralized.
Mlsa Patty beeide him. I went over
and looked down Into the spring, and
It seemed to mr It was darker than
usual. It may have smelled nronger,
but the edge had been taken off my
nose, so to speak, by being there so
long.
The only thing i could think of was
to empty the spring and let the water
come in plain. I could put a little sul-
phur In to give it color and flavor,
snd if it turned out that Mr. Pierce
wae right and that Arabella waa only l lemon.
a glutton, I could put In the other
things later.
I was carrying out my first pailful
when Doctor Barnes came down the
path and took the pall out of my hand.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Making a slide?"
"No,” I said bitterly, "I am water-
ing the flowers."
"Good!” He was not a bit put out.
"Let me help you." Inside, he put
down the pail, and pulling me in,
closed the door.
"Now forget it!" he commanded.
"Just because a lot of damn fools see
a dog in a fit and have one, too, is that
any reason for your being scared wall-
eyed and knock-kneed? Lord, 1 wish
you could have seen them staggering
Into my office!”
"I saw enough," I said with a shlve^.
"That German, von Inwald,” he
went on, "he’s the limit. He accused
of poisoning him for reasons of
state!”
Where are they now?”
My dear girl,” he answered, putting
down his glass, "what has been pound-
ed Into me ever since I struck the
place? The baths! I prescribe ’em
all day and dream ’«m all night. Where
are the polsonees now? They are
steaming, stewing, exuding in the hot
rooms of the bath department—all of
them, every one of them! In the hold
and the hatches down!”
Just then somebody fell aginst the
door and stumbled Into the room. It
was Tlllie, ae white as milk, and
breathing in gasps.
“Quick!” she screeched, "Minnie,
quick!”
"What is it?” I asked, Jumping up.
She’d fallen back against the door
frame and stood with her hand clutch-
ing her heart.
"That dev—devil—Mike!" she pant-
ed. "He has turned on the steam In
the men’s bath and gone—gone away!"
"With people In the bath?" Doctor
Barnes asked, slamming down the pall.
Tlllie nodded.
"Then why In creation don’t they
get out of the baths until we can ehut
off the steam?” I demanded, grabbing
up my shawl. But Tlllie shook her
head in despair.
"They can’t," she answered, "he’s
hid their clothes!"
The next thing I recall Is running
like mad up the walk with Doctor
Barnes beside me, steadying me by the
arm. I only spoke once that I remem-
ber and that was Just as we got to the
house.
"That settles It!” I panted, des-
perately. "It’s all over.”
"Not a bit of It!” he said, shoving
me up the steps and into the hall. “The
old teakettle is Just getting ‘het up’ a
bit By the gods and little fishes, Just
listen to it singing down there!"
*••••*•
The help was gathered in a crowd
at the head of the bathhouse staircase,
where a cloud of steam was coming
up, and down below we could hear furi-
ous talking, and somebody shouting,
“Mike! Mike!” In a voice that was
choked with rage and steam.
"Clothes! Send us some clothes!”
It was Mr. Sam calling. The reet
was swallowed up In a fresh roaring,
as if a steam pipe had given away.
That settled the people below. With
a burst of fury they swarmed up the
stairs In their bath sheets, the bishop
leading, and Just behind him, talking
as no gentleman should talk under any
circumstances, Senator Biggs. The
rest followed, their red faces ehinlng
through the steam—all of them mur-
derous, holding their sheets around
them with one hand, and waving the
other in frenzy. It was awful.
The help scattered and ran, but I
stood my ground. The sight of a man
in a sheet didn’t scare me and it was
not time for weakness. A moment
later the engineer came up and after
him Mr. Pierce, with a towel over his
mouth and a screw-driver In his hand.
He was white with rage.
"Who saw Mike last?" he shouted.
Here Mr. Moody, who’s small at any
time, and who without the padding on
h*.s shoulders and wrapped In a sheet
with a red face above, looked like a
lighted cigarette, darted out of the
crowd and caught him by the sleeve.
"Here!” he cried, "we’ve got a few
things to say to you, you young—”
"Take your hand off my arms!"
thundered Kir. Pierce.
The storm broke with that. They
crowded around Mr. Pierce, yelling
like maniacs, and he stood there,
white-faced, and let them wear them-
selves out. The courage of a man In
a den of lions was nothing to It. Doc-
tor Barnes forced his way through the
crowd and stood there beside him.
And I stood there and watched, my
mind awhlrl, expecting every minute
to hear that they were all leaving, or
to have some one forget and shake
both fists at once.
And that’s how It ended finally—I
mean, of course, that they suld they
would all leave Immediately, and that
he ought to be glad to have them go
quietly, and not have him Jailed for
malicious mischief or compounding a
felony. The whole thing was an out-
rage, and the three train would leave
th9 house as empty aa a squeezed
"At three o'clock, then,” said Mr.
Pierce. "Very well.”
"Don’t be a fool!” 1 heard Mr. Sara
from the crowd.
"Is that all you have to say?” roared
Mr. von Inwald. "Haven’t you any
apology to make, sir?"
"Neither apology nor exp: nation tc
you," Mr. Pie- •„ retorted. And to the
othe, i*. is an unfortunate accident
—Incident, If you prefer.” He looked
at Thoburn, who was the only one In a
bathrobe, and who was the only cheer-
ful one in the lot. "1 had refused a
request of the bath man’s and he has
taken this form of revenge. If thle
gives me the responsibility I am will-
ing to take it. If you expect me to ask
you to stay I’ll not do it. 1 don’t mind
saying that I am as tired of all this
as you are. In fact, I’d about decided
on a new ^rder of things for this place
anyhow. It’s going to be a real health
resort, run for people who want to get
well or keep well. People who wish
to be overfed, overheated and coddled
need not come—or stay.”
The bishop spoke over the heo^ls of
the others, who looked dazed.
“Does that mean,” he Inquired mlld-
“We’ve Got a Few Things to Say to
You.”
ly, "that—gueets must either obey this
order of things or go away?"
Mr. Pierce looked at the bishop and
smiled.
"I’m sorry, sir,” he said, "but as
every one Is leaving, anyiiow—”
They fairly Jumped at him then.
They surrounded him In a howling
mob and demanded how he dared to
turn them out, and what did he mean
by saying they were overfed, and they
would leave when they were good and
ready and not before, and he could go
to blazes. It was the most scandalous
♦ hlng I’ve ever known of at Hope
Springs, and in the midst of it Mr.
Pierce stood cool and quiet, waiting
for a chance to speak. And when the
time came he Jumped in and told them
the truth about themselves, and most
of It hurt. He was good and mad, and
he stood there and picked out the flab-
by ones and the fat ones, the whisky
livers and the tobacco hearts and the
banquet stomachs, and called them out
by name. He got through and stood
looking at them in their sheets, and
then he said coolly :
"The bus will be ready at two-thirty,
gentlemen," and turning on his heels,
went Into the office and closed the
door.
They scattered to their rooms in
every stage of rage and excitement,
and at last only Mr. 8am and I were
left staring at each other. "Damned
young idiot 1” he said. "I wish to
heavens you’d never huggested bring-
ing him here, Minnie!"
And leaving me speechless with in-
dignation, he trailed himself and his
sheet up the stairs.
CHAPTER XI.
I couldn’t stand any more. It was
all over! I rushed to my room and
threw myself on the bed. At two-thlr-
ty I heard the bus come to the porte-
cochere under my window and then
drive away; that was the last straw.
I put a pillow over my head so nobody
could hear me, and then and there I
had hysterics.
And then somebody Jerked the pil-
low away and 1 looked up, with my
eyes swollen almost shut, and it was
Doctor Harnes. He had a glass of wa-
ter in his hand and he held it right
above me.
"One more yell,” he said, "and It
goes over you!”
I sat up and etared at him. I could
hardly see out of my eyes. He had his
back to the light, but I could tell that
he had a cross of adhesive plaster on
his cheek and that one eye was almost
shut. He smiled when he saw my ex-
pression.
"It’s the temperament.” he said. "It
goes with the hair. I’ve got it too,
only I’m apt to go out and pick a fight
a little, but as we went downstairs the
quiet of the place sat oq my chest like
a weight.
"The Jenningses are still *.^re,” said
tho doctor. "The old man is madder
than any hornet ever dared be, and
they go In the morning. But the situ-
ation was too much for our German
friend. He left with the others.”
Well, we went out aud I took the
path I knew best, which was out to-
ward the sprlughouBe. At the little
bridge over the creek Doctor Barnes
stopped, and leaning over the rail, took
a good look at me.
"When you self-contained women go
to pieces,” he saiu, ‘you pretty near
smash, don’t you? You lqpk as if you’d
had a death in your family.”
"This was my family,” I half
sniveled.
"But,” he said, "you 11 be getting
married and having a home of your
own and forgetting all about this."
He looked at me with his sharp
eyes. "There’s probably some nloe
chap In the village, eh?"
"Look here," I turned on him, "If
you’re talking all this nonsense to keep'
my mind off things, you needn’t.”
"I’m not," he said. "I'm asking for
the sake of my own mind, but we’ll
I not bother about that now. We'd bet-
ter start back.”
We went back to the house and I
straightened the news stand, Amanda
i King having taken a violent toothache
j ae a result of the excitement. The
Jenningses were packing to go, and
Miss Summers had got a bottle of per-
| oxide and shut herself In her room. At
six o’clock Tlllie beckoned to me from
I the door of the officers’ dining room
and said she’d put the basket in the
snow by the grape arbor. 1 got ready,
with a heavy heart, to take it out. I
had forgotten all about their dinner,
for one thing, and I had to carry had
news.
But Mr. Pierce had been there be-
fore me. I saw tracks in the fresh
snow, for, praise heaven! it had
enowed all that week and our prints
were filled up almost as fast as we
made them. When I got to the shelter-
house It was In a wild state of ex-
citement. Mrs. Dick, with her cheeks
flushed, had gathered all her things on
the cot and was rolling them up in
sheets and newspapers. But Mr. Dick
was sitting on the box in front of the
fire with hie curly hair standing every
way. He had been roasting potatoes,
and as I opened the door, he picked
one up and poked at it to see if it was
done.
"Damn!" he said, and dropped It.
Mrs. Dick sat on the cot rolling up
a pink ribbon and looked at him.
"If you want to know exactly my
reason for insisting on moving tonight,
I’ll tell you,” she said, paying no atten-
tion to me. "It is your disposition.”
He didn’t say anything, but he put
his foot on the potato and smashed It.
"If I had to be shut In here with
you one more day,” she went on, "I’d
hate you.”
"Why the one more day?" he asked,
without looking up,
But she didn t answer him. She was
In the worst kind of a temper; she
threw the ribbon down, and coming
over, lifted the lid of my basket and
looked In.
"Ham again!” she exclaimed un-
gratefully. "Thanks so much for re-
membering us, Minnie. I dare say our
dinner today slipped your mind!"
"I wonder if It strikes you, Minnie."
Mr. Dick said, noticing me for the first
time, "that if you and Sam hadn’t been
so confounded meddling, that fellow
Pierce would be washing buggies in
the village livery stable where he be-
longs, and I’d be In one piece of prop-
erty that’s as good as gone this min-
ute.”
I was In a bad humor, anyhow, and
I’d had enough. I stood Just Inside the |
door and I told them I’d done the best
I could, not for them, but because I’d
promised the old doctor, and if I’d
made mistakes I’d answer for them to
him if I ever met him in the next
world. And in the meantime I washed
my hands of the whole thing, and they
might make out as best they could. I
was going.
Mrs. Dick heard me through. Then
she carne over and put her hand on
mine where it lay on the table.
"You’re perfectly right,” she eaid. "1
know how you have tried, and that the !
fault Is all that wretched Pierce’s. You !
mustn’t mind Mr. Carter, Minnie He’s
been in that sort of humor all day.’’
H* looked at her with the most mls-
e-;. ule face I ever saw, but he didn’t
Gi*> anything. She sighed, the little
wretch.
I plodded back with my empty has
ket. I had only one clear thought—
that I wouldn’t have any more tramp-
ing across the golf links In the snow.
I wanted to get back to my room and
go to bed and forget.
T3ut as I came near tho house I saw
Mr. Pierce come out on the front
at the front of the steps und looked up
at Mr. Pierce.
"I dare say,” he said, trying to look
eary, "that this is sooner than you ex-
pected us!"
Mr. Pierce locked down at the crowd.
Then ho emlled, a growing smile that
ended In a grin.
"On the contrary,” be said, "I’ve
been expecting you for an hour or
more."
The procession began to move
gloomily up the steps. All of them
carried hand luggage, and they looked
tired and sheepish. Miss Cobb stopped
In front of Mr. Pierce.
"Do you mean to say," she demand-
ed furiously, "that you knew the rail-
road was blocked with snow, and yet
you let us go!”
"On the contrary, Miss Cobb,” he
said politely, "I remember distinctly
regretting that you Insisted on going.
Besides, there waa the Sherman
house.”
Senator Briggs stopped In front of
him. "Probably you also knew that
that was full, Including the stables,
with people from the stalled trains,”
he asserted furiously.
Two by two they went In and
through the hall, stamping the snow
off, and up to their old rooms again,
leaving Slocum, the clerk, staring at
them as If he couldn’t believe his eyes.
Mr. Pierce and I watched from the
piazza, through the glues.
We saw Doctor Barnes stop and
look, and then go and hang over the
news stand and laugh himself almost
purple, and we saw Mr. Thoburn bring-
ing up the tall of the procession and
trying to look unconcerned. I am not
a revengeful woman, but that was one
of the happiest moments of my life.
We gave them a good supper and
Mr. Pierce ordered claret served with-
out extra charge. By eight o’clock
they were all In better humor, and
when they’d gathered In the lobby
Miss Summers gave an imitation of
Marie Dressier doing the Salome
dance. With the exception of Mr. von
Inwald, not one of them really wanted
to go.
At eleven o’clock we had the clam-
bake with beer In the kitchen, and Mr
von Inwald came, after all. They were
really very cheerful, all of them. At
the end, when everybody was happy
and everything forgiven, Mr. Pierce
got up and made a speech.
He said he wae sorry for what had
happened that day, but that much he
had said he still maintained; that to
pretend to make people well In the
way most sanatorlums did It was sheer
folly, and he felt his responsibility too
keenly to countenance a system that
waa clearly wrong and that the best
modern thought considered obsolete.
Miss Cobb eat up at that; she is al-
ways talking about the best modern
thought.
He said that perfect health, clear
skins, bright eyes—he looked at the
women, and except for Miss Patty,
there wasn't an honest complexion or
a bright eye In the lot—keen appetites
and Joy of living ail depended on ra
tlonal and simple living. It was being
done now in a thousand fresh-air
farms, and succeeding. Men went
back to their business clearheaded
and women grew more beautiful.
At that, what with the reaction from
sitting in the cold station, and the
beer and everything, they all grew en-
thusiastic. Doctor Jlarnes made a
speech telling that he used to be puny
and weak, and how he went Into train-
ing and became a pugilist and how
he’d fought the Tennessee something
or other—the men nodded as if they
knew-—and licked him in 40 seconds or
40 rounds, I’m not «ure which. The
men were standing on their chairs
lock up tne news stand. Just as I
opened the door from tho back hall,
however, I heard two people talking.
It was Miss Pat and Mr. Pierce. She
was on the stairs and he in the hall
below, looking up.
"I don’t want to stay!" she was say-
lag.
"But, don't you see," he argued. "If
you go, the others will. Can’t you try
It for a week? I’m told It’s the bad
season and nobody else would come
until Lent. And, anynow, it's not bus!
ness to let a lot of poople go awajr
mad. It gives the place a black eye.”
"Pear me,” she said, "how busl-
nessllke you are growing!”
Ho went over close to tho stalre and
dropped his voice.
"If you want the bitter truth,” he
went on, trying to smile, ‘Tve put my-
self on trial and been convicted of be-
ing a fool aud a failure. I’ve been go-
ing around so long trying to find a
place that I fit into, that I’m scarred
as with many battles. And now I’m
on probation—for the lost time. If this
doesn’t go, I—I—”
"What?" she acVed, leaning down to
him. "You’ll not—”
"Oh, no," he said, "nothing dramatic,
of course. I could go around the coun-
try in a buggy selling lightning rods—H
She drew herself back ae if she r*
aeiuod his refusal of her sympathy.
"Or open a saloon in the Philip-
pines!” he finished mockingly.
"There’i a living In that”
"You are impossible,” she said, and
turned away.
He watched her up tho stairs and
then turned and walked to the fire,
with his hands in his pockets and his
head down.
I closed the news stand and he cams
over Just as I was hanging up the
cigar case key for Amanda King In the
morning. He reached up and took ths
key off its nail.
"I’ll keep that” he said. "It’s no
tobacco after this, Minnie."
"You can’t keep tftera here, then,” I
retorted. "Th«y ve got to smoke; It's
the only work they do.”
"We’ll see,” he sold quietly. "And—
oh, yee, Minnie, now that we shall not
be using the mineral spring—’’
"Not use the mineral spring!” I r©>
peated, stupefied.
"Certainly tot!” he said. "This is ■
drugless sanatorium, Minnie, from now
on. That’s part of the theory—no
drugs. Listen, Minnie. If you hadn’t
been wasting your abilities in the min*
eral spring, I’d be sorry to close it
But there will be plenty for you to
do.”
"If we’re not going to uee the spring*
house, we might have saved the ex-
pense of the new roof in the fall,” I
said bitterly.
"Not at all. For two hours or so
a day the springhouse will be a rest-
house—windows wide open and God’s
good air penetrating to fastnesses U
never knew before.”
"The spring will freeze!”
"Exactly. My only regret Is that It
Is too email to skate on. But they’ll
have the Ice pond.”
"When I see Mr. Moody skating on
the ice pond,” I said sarcastically, "I'll
see Mrs. Moody dead with the shock
on the bank.”
"Not at all,” re replied calmly.
"You’ll see her skating, too.” And
with that he went to bed.
THOUSANDS OF
AVAILABLE HOMESTEADS
Western Canada's Homestead
Area Being Increased.
The great rush for homesteads
whenever a reservation Is opened by
the V. S. government reveals the fact
that there Is a great desire on the
purt of the American people to get
land. The fact that tens of thousands
are on hand at every opening, and on-
ly a few hundred homesteads are
available shows that the avail-
able agricultural lands which are
In the gift of the government are rap-
idly diminishing. In addition to this
agricultural lands that are of proved
value have advanced In price to Buch
ai. -Vent that It becomes a serious
question to the man with moderate
means whe intends to go into farming,
where he shell go. Fortunately there
Is yet to be had in Western Canada,
either in Maultoba, Saskatchewan or
Alberta, thousands of free homesteads
of 160 acres each, which may be had,
by the simple process of filing, paying
a ten dollar entrance fae, and living on
it for six months each year for three
years. Thero is no necessity to ^ake
a long, tedious and expensive Journey,
only to find you have one chance in
fifty of getting what you want. Al-
though this homesteading hua been
going on in Canada for a number of
years, aud hundreds of thousands of
them have been taken by hundreds of
thousands of Americans, there re-
mains sufficient t*' last for some time,
and of as good land as any that has
yet been taken up. In fact, in the
opinion of very many, those that are
left are of the best. They comprise
lands that give the opportunity to In-
dulge In the growing of grain, wheth-
er It be wheat, oats, barley or flax,
but in addition these lands are admir-
ably adapted for mixed farming, a
class of farming that is certain to give
better returns than that of all grain-
growing. Cattle thrive and fatten on
the nutritious grasses; dairying can
be carried on successfully; timber for
building is within reach, and water is
easy to get. These lands are located
In the park districts of any of the
three provinces; groves of trees in-
tersperse the landscape and give It a
beauty that can only ba attained in
the more open prairie sections by the
planting of trees. Tree culture by the
way 1b being carried on to a great ex-
tent. Besides these free grant lands
there kre lands which may be had by
purchasing from railways and private
companies and Individuals. These
lands have not increased in price as
their productive qualities and their lo-
cation might have warranted, and may
still be had at reasonably low prices
and on easy terms. The crop in West*
ern Canada In 1913 was one of the
best of the number of good crops that
that country has raised Wheat has
been reported with yields of from 30
to 45 bushels per acre, and other grain
with like heavy yields.—Advertise-
ment.
Thought "Katy” Was a New Dance.
"Two traveling men on an M. K. &
T. train,” says the Parsons Sun, "were
talking of their trips and a young fel-
low sitting across the aisle caught
snatches of their conversation. His
curiosity got the better of him and he
bent forward and addressed the man
I in the seat ahead of him: ‘Say, hear
I those ginks talking over there? I’ve
done the “Texas Tommy," "The Tan-
go," "The Hesitation Waltz, ’ and some
others, but when It comes to "doing
the Katy," I pass. What kind of a
wiggle is it, anyway?’v—Kansas City
Star.
(TO BB CONTINUED.)
Hit Knowledge of Jungle Noises.
They were sitting in a booth at a
well-known New York cafe, and con-
versation had turned upon the subject
of mysterious midnight noises. Each
in turn related some little anecdote,
when a spare young man in the comer
suddenly toho to his feet.
"Gentlemen," said he, "your expe-
riences are very interesting; but for
real awe give me the roaring of ths
! lion or sharp trumpeting of an ele-
phant borne to you on the still night
air as you lie silent, neither asleep
nor awake."
They Btared at him in surprise.
Was this pale youth, then, some great
i traveler?
"Excuse me," one asked, "but have
you slept in the Jungle and heard
these mighty beasts as they roamed
| about by night?"
"Well, It’s not exactly that,” replied
i the youth, reaching for hiB hat, "but
I always sleep with my window open,
and I live In Fifth avenue, directly op-
posite the Central Park Zoo!"—New
1 York World.
at euch times, and a woman hasn’t got ! piazza and switch on the lights. He
that outlet. As you see, I found Mike, j stood there looking out Into the snow
and my disfigurement is to Mike’s as : and the next minute I saw why. Com
starlight to the noonday glare. Come i
and take a walk.”
I didn’t want to go, but anything
was better than sitting in the room
moping. I put on my Jacket and Miss
•Pattv’s chinchillas, which cheered me
ing up the hill and across the lawn
waB a shadowy line of people, black
against the white. I thought for a
minute that my brain had gone wrong;
then the first figure came Into the
light, and It was the bishop. He stood
"I’ve Put Myself on Trial and Been
Convicted.”
cheering for him, and even Mr. Jen-
nings, who'd been sitting and not say-
ing much, said he thought probably
there was something in it.
They ended by agreeing to try it out
for a week, beginning with the morn-
ing, when everybody was to be down
for breakfast by seven-thirty. Then
somebody sujrrested that if they were
to get up they’d have to go to bed,
and the party broke up.
la a half-hour or so I had cleared
away, and 1 went out to the lobby to
Peculiarity of Cast Iron.
Singularly enough, cast Iron, never
considered very strong, and thought
by most people to be far less durable
than steel, improves greatly in
strength when subjected to constant
shocks. This was proved by guns of
various ages and service. Guns tried
a month after casting burst at the
seventieth or eightieth discharge.
Other guns, which had been in use for
six years, failed to burst after 2,000
or 3,000 dischargee, and cast iron
bars, after being subjected to shocks
frequently gain 100 per cent, in
strength. But, in all cases, the cast
iron which proved strongest was cast
iron which had had "a holiday" In be
tween the hard work.
Causes Further Talk.
Because so many people are telling their
experience with Hunt’s Lightning Oil for
Headaches, Rheumatism, Neuralgia, etc.,
others are led to give it a trial, and are
convinced immediately of its merit as ?
pain killer. Are you yet to be convinced.
Ask the druggist Adv.
Valuable.
The Passerby—What a handsome
dog. He must be valuable.
Street Dog Dealer—Yer bet 'e Is.
The man wot I got *im off Is offering
$25 reward If I brings ’im back.
teething, Hoftens the guu*. reduces lutlaruraa-
tiou.allay* pain,cure* wind colic,26c» builleJM
There are between 6,000 and 10,000
hot springs of every variety in the
j Yellowstone National park.
■ Liquid bill. IS . .M. iolutlon. Avoid
It. Huy fed tru.» 11.11 Blue, lb. blue that',
all blue. Adv.
Every man has his own Idea of what
a good time consists of. _______
Constipation
Vanishes Forever
Prompt Relief—Permanent Cure
CARTER’S LITTLE
LIVER PILLS never ,
I fail. Purely vegeta- J
j ble — act surely
but gently on
the liver.
Stop after
dinner dis-
tress-cure \
indigestion,
impr< >ve the complexion, bnghten the eyc%
| SMALL PILL, SMALL DOSE, SMALL PRICK.
Genuine must bear Signature
PISO'S REMEDY
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