Bemidji Daily Pioneer Newspaper, May 24, 1907, Page 4

4o 1 H § { H i | alume Baking Powder Gomplies with the Pura Laws of every State. ADDITIONAL LOGAL MATTER Carl Robinson Doing Well. G. A. Walker, local agent for the M, & I,railway, has received a letter from Carl Robinson, who was at one time M. & I. agent here. Mr. Robinson is now agent for the Great Northernjrailway at Hiliyard, Washington, and is doing well. Mr. Robinson was agent here five years ago, when he was succeeded by Mr.Waller and went to Northomeas agent. He left Northome a year ago,for the west. His friends in this vi- cinity will be pleased to learn that he is prospering. Thinks We Should Advertise. Frank G. Guyer. traveling freight agent for the Rock Island railway, spent yesterday in the city, getting acquainted with the local busiv.ess men and shippers. Mr. Guyer was impressed with{ the prospects of Bemidji becom:- ing a shipping point of large pro- portions, within the nexi five years and intimated that this city should more extensively ad- vertise its advantages as a sum- mer resort, Violations Are Few, Guy A. Aubol of Crookston, collector of internal revenue for this district, spent last night in the city. Mr. Aubol has been interviewing the liquor and cigar dealers and manufacturers in the towns in this vicinity and inti- mates that violations of the in- ternal revenue laws hereabouts are few andjof minor importance. Mr, Aubol left for Crookston this afternoon. Box Stationery. We have 100 boxes of choice box stationery which will be closed out at a price suitable to the purse of the buyer. We are making an exception- ally low price on this line of stationery as we are closing it out and -hereafter will carry nothing in this line. Call at the Pioneer office, and get the pick of the choice box stationery we offer. Notice to Customers. 1 have on account of inereasing business opened an office dowrr town, in the room formerly oc- cupied by the Normannaheiman Publishing Co., and ean be found there from 11 a, m. to 12 m and from 7to9 p. m. Parties wish- ing work, plan or estimates are requested to call during these hours. Thomas Johnson. The Cause of Snoring. This Is not for you, because you never snere. No oue ever does snore himself. It is always the other fellow. But you can read this and then tell that guilty other fellow how to Lreak himself of Iss bad habit, for snoring is merely a bad habit and as such can be overcome. It Is caused pri- marily by Improper breathing—that 1s, breathing through the mouth instead of through the nostrils—so, first of all, care should be taken during waking hours to breathe correctly. The hablt once formed of keeping the mouth as firmly closed as possible, he will be less likely to sleep with it open. Then see that your troublesome snorer has & proper pillow. He should sleep with his head as flat as possible, for if his head is pushed forward and the neck bent the tongue drops back against the soft palate and forms an obstruc- tion which makes all the unmusical sounds we hear when the alr s torced past 1t.—St. James' Gazette. The Last Match Saved Them. The ship had lain becahned in a trop- lcal sea for three day: Not a breath of air stirred the mirrorlike surface of the sea or the limp sails that hung from the yards like drapery carved ln stone. The captain resolved to wait no longer. He piped up all hands on deck and requested the passengers to also come forward. “I must ask all of you,” he sald, “to glve me every match that you haye.” ‘Wonderingly the passengers an¢ crew obeyed. The captain carefully arn aged the matches in his hands as each man handed him his store until all had been collected. Then he threw them all overboard but one, drew a cigar from his pocket and, striking the soll- tary match on the mainmast, endeav- ored to light it. In an Instant a furl- ous male swept over the deck, extin- gulshed the match and filled the sails, and the good ship Mary Ann sped through the waves on her course.~ Pearson's Weekly. _ @§says Dr, ing in its complications, Latson in Health Culture In recognition of this fact a brilliant medical man has_sald: “There Is but one disease—indiges- tion.” Cayenne Pepper. In cayenne pepper we have a pure, energetic, permanént stimulant. Why not use it instead of whisky and bran- dy, which are not more energetic and are not permanent in their actions? siwvs Therapeutics-and Dletetics, [Copyright, 1906, by Homer Sprague.] I had chosen Weymouth, on the south coast of England, as the spot where I was to “lay off” for a month and recuperate. The three or four men who had boats to hire soon had them all out. I bad planned to fish that day, and as I took my boat out I passed at least a dozen others. There was something-of a sea on, and only one boat followed me out. Its occupants were a man and a wo- man. The man had charge of the sall, and I soon had cause to wonder that he had been permitted to take a sail- boat out. It was clear that he knew preclous little about the management of such a craft, and after asvhile I brought my boat up Into the wind and walted for him to come up that I might give him a warning. ‘When he came along he was within an ace of cutting me down, and I cried out to him that but for the woman in the craft I should like to see it bottom slde up and he hanging on for dear life. He gave me some impudence in reply, and the woman stood up and held her arms out to me pleadingly. It at first seemed to be a case calling for Interference, but on second thought I changed my mind. The woman, whom I took to be the man’s wife, had not demanded my aid except by sigys. The man had thus far escaped disas- ter and might carry the boat back. He was sailing straight out Into the channel, but he might turn at any mo- ment. To interfere was certain to bring on a row, and I even might be landed In jail over it. I resumed my course, bearing away from them, but as I watched the other craft she suddenly vanished from sight like the snap of your finger. A fog rolling in had hidden her. The other boat was half a mile away when she was blotted out. The tide was setting in, and I knew that she would drift back toward me as soon as the breeze fell. It was perhaps a quarter of an hour before I heard volces and ten minutes later before I could make out words. They came from the other boat, which was drifting slowly In. The man was cursing and threatening and the woman begging and praying. “I will leave you, I will go away, if you will spare my life,” pleaded the ‘woman. “You promised once before and then lled to me,” came the voice of the man, “But 1t will be murder, murder, mur- der! Obh, Richard, you don’t mean to kil me!” “But I do. You have been in my way for years. Curse you! Why did I ever run across your face? You have stood between me and happlness long enough.” “But I'll go this time. I promise you before God I'll go. Richard, I have been a good wife to you, but if you have come to hate me I'll go.”” “Hate you!” he growled, like a savage animal. “Why, I hate you to the death. I'd have murdered you a dozen times over In the last two years If I'd had a fair show. You are going to die now.” “Oh, my God, don’t do it, Richard! | Don’t kill me!” I knew thelir boat was close to me now, aund I gently raised my anchor 80 as to drift in company with it. I might have crled out, but I did not. Had I struck my hand on the rail of the boat they must have heard me. I was silent, but why I cannot tell. I heard the man move. I heard him tug- ging and breathing hard as he picked the woman up in his arms; She whimpered and gasped and tried to scream, but he gave her a fling over the gunwale of the boat. She falnted away, but did not go under the surface. With the boat hook I reached asg far out as I could on the port side, and presently I had her and was pull- Ing her in. The two craft were not ten feet apart, and yet no human sight could plerce the fog between. I held the woman's head out of the water for ten minutes. Then I some- how knew that the other boat had drifted ahead of me, and with the ut- most care I hauled the unconscious wo- man into the boat and laid her on the bottom. I walted seven or eight minutes, and I then out with the long oar and by compass guided the boat to reach the shore at Bridport, to the west of Weymouth. Before we struck the beach I had forced some brandy down her throat, and she had regalned conSclousness, but I did not explain matters to her untll we were on the sands and the fog had rolled away. She had begged for her life like a weak woman, and I expected to find her hysterical. She heard me through without interruption, and then her eyes snapped, and she set her jaws. I got a farmer to drive us over to Weymouth, and during the Journey she did not speak five words. Her husband’s boat had not made har- bor yet. The fog had disappeared, but the breeze was very weak. ‘We went to the house where the boat had been hired and walted. When the boat drew near the woman hid herself. Her husband came ashore with pale face and bloodshot eyes. The Ooat owner said nothing of a woman having gone with him, and the man was about turning away when the woman stepped out and took him by the arm. He gave one look and groaned out and sank down, and when he opened his eyes he began babbling. 554 The pair were at the hotel for long weeks after I left, but so far as I could keep track of the case the man had not recovered. He could walk around, but he smiled and babbled in a silly way, and his mind was that of an ltalot. And, stranger than all, the wo- ‘man never thanked me for what I had L035 OF THE LEOPARD A True Tale of the Sea by the Captain of Peary’s Roosevelt. FIGHT FOR LIFE IN THE ICE. Sealer’s Crew After an Awful Night on the Black Ocean Scales Three Hun- dred Feet of Frozen Cliff to Safety. Helped by an Old Wreck. This is a true story of the loss of the sealer Leopard on the deadly southeast ecoast of Newfoundland, as told by Cap- tain Robert A. Bartlett of the Peary arctic ship Roosevelt, who Is now in New York city to superintend the fit- ting out of that stanch vessel for an- other attempt te reach the north pole. On March 6 last the sealer Leopard, Captain Bartlett commanding, was in St. John's harbor, having taken ou sealing supplies, coal, provisions and camping outfits. She carried tremen- dous welght for a craft of her size. In addition she had 105 seal clubbers, for A BINISTER SWELL LIFTED HER HIGH. once on the sealing grounds, which in the gulf lie between latitude 42-48 north, work on the thin ice must be done quickly, and pelts mu/st be gath- ered by many hands. At 1 o'clock the sealer was headed out of the hasbor for the open sea. It was a beautiful day, but the waters were jammed with ice. It was a fight from the start, three miles of steady bucking, erunching, grinding, full stop; then a rush full speed ahead, a crash; another ship's length gained. It was 8 o'clock when the Leopard steamed into open water. :As she rounded the cape the heavens; which all afternoon had been of clearest blue and after sunset studded with- stars, suddenly became black. The wind be- |- gan to moan from the southeast, and inslde of fifteen minutes half a gale, accompanied by blinding snow, was assalling the coast bitterly. Captain Bartlett’s problem was this: He had to take his boat down the coast until Cape Race had been cleared, when he could head northwest, taking his vessel past Cape Breton ard St. Pierre Miquelon, finally entering the gulf. He held the Leopard about elev-.| en miles offshore. He would have glven a great deal had he dared to take his vessel still farther out to sea, be- cause the wind, which had been hold- ing from the southeast, had hauled dead east and was thus blowing direct- 1y on shore and with full hurrlcane force by this time—9 o’clock. Outside the slob ice through which the ship was sailing the gale was lashing the ocean into fury. Hour after hour passed. It was the blackest night Captain Bartlett ever knew. Fifty fathoms ahead there was nothing to see—nothing but a black vold against which the bullet rush of snow . produced the vaguest impres- sion of movement. Outside the line of slob ice the terrific seas could be heard battling aniong themselves in elemental riot. Even the weighted waters through which the Leopard plowed her way rose out of the dark in many a long swell, lifting the vessel toward heavens that could not be seen, drop- ping her into depths from which there seemed no escape. But up and out of them steamed the Leopard, trembling and going on and on into the gloom. Midnight came and passed. Captain Bartlett had long known that the ves- sel was making in all the time on that dreaded tangent line, but now the fact began to thrill through the ship like a clammy breeze. The master was not really worried, because he thought that the leeward drift would not set at naught the headway down the coast. But he wanted to hear the sound of that Cape Race bell. So did every one. The sealers huddled in whispering groups on the deck, looking Inquiringly at an oflicer or a sailor as he hurried past, but venturing no questions. ‘Where was that bell? It was time that the notes began to drift to them through the secondary lapses into si- lence which sometimes characterize high winds. Captain Bartlett and his mate, William Wilcox, were on the bridge, and every minute that passed told these two experienced navigators as it told no other man on the vessel that a tragedy which is old as mankind is old was setting its grim scenes for another act. “All's well!” came the volce from the lookout on the topgallant forecastle head. “All's well!” echoed the man on the upper topsail yard, But-there was a dubious ring to these assurances. The wind increased in fury. The snow flew in veritable clouds. ¥rom the bridge but a few feet of water could be seen over the bow. One o’clock. The Leopard steam- ed on. Every one felt as a man must feel who walks blindfolded over an acre strewn with pitfalls. Aside from —_— . The 8cope of Indigestion. Indigestion 1s not only . the miost 'done or made mention of the affair,’ a day for two weeks. M. QUAD. the occasional call of the lookouts there fthough I saw her three or four times: WaS absolute silence. Captain Bartlett looked at his watch. One-thirty o'clock, d then before he could replace the e Used by o L b1 s Millions all dlseases, put 18 the timeplece 1t came—a loua, rending, grinding crash and then a lifting and quivering which told the master that the swell had lifted the vessel clear of the hidden reef. “All hands on deck! Loose the top- safl” These two commands hurtled from the bridge in rapid succession, while as the chlef officer headed the craft dead for shore the signal full speed ahead sounded down In the en- gine room. The sealer bounded for: ward ten yards. Then a crash and then another. A sinister swell lifted her high and then let her down. An- other one lifted her and dropped her on the stony fangs below. Still anoth- er swell raised the vessel, and this tlme she fell back on her starboard beam. i There was little excitement, accord- ing to Captain Bartlett. clung to whatever was handy and waited for orders. The launching of boats in that pastelike ice which smothered the waters was out of the question, and so the captain ordered the sealers to take their pokers and “prizes” and spear planks and make a bridge. But a bridge to where? The darkness was suffocating, so to speak. The men seemed shut in a narrow vae- uum. There came a pause in the wind, a sudden lift in the storm, and Captain Bartlett amidships saw through the gloom the outlines of a wreck, grim and ghostlike, dead ahead, not fifty yards away. He looked again and then recognized {he wreck of the steamship Vera, which gave up her life under Black Head cliff two years before. So Black Head cliff it was. He knew it to be a sheer promonto- ry, rising 800 feet above the surf, which lashed its base. But sheer as that cliff was he knew that every man on the Leopard had to make the base of it without delay. The bridge there- fore was pushed forward until, with a shout of joy, it was discovered that astern of the Vera, between the hull and the cliff, had formed hard, level Ice. From the bridge to this ice the men of the sealer made their way. Here they paused, hardly knowing what to do. The cliff towered over them, and ahead were the ice clogged surf and the reefs. They looked at the Leopard. She had gone clear over on her starboard side, with her foreyards resting on a shoal. The rocks worried the starboard side out of her, and the cargo tumbled and splashed into the ‘waters and was swallowed. One of the men discovered a num- ber of ropes depending from the top of the cliff to the base. A heneficent government had placed them there in view of just such an accident. Haul- Ing themselves by their hands, digging their feet -in any protuberance they TOWARD HIS VESSEL HE TURNED A LAST LOOK. could find, man after man worked up a sheer height of 120 feet, whence the remaining 180 feet of ascent were more sloping. A slipping of the fingers on the rope, the slightest weakness or glddiness, meant instant death, but the chance had to be taken. And they took it in the darkness, with the hurricane all about, and succeeded to a man. As Captain Bartlett, the last man from the ship and the last man from the bottom of the cliff, seized the hand ropes he turned toward his vessel a last look. As he did so a swell caught her and, with cargo out, tossed her high. She landed on her beam and struggled to right herself, like a wounded animal trying to rise. Another swell tossed her, and down she Went again on the grinding rocks, When she rose again she was a frayed, spineless, shapeless hulk. Down she crashed on the black crags, and the waves ran in, bearing bits of matchwood—the dark shape of the Leopard had disappeared. Ten minutes later a thin line of dark Agures were wending thelr way across the hills to Broad Cove. The Cod’s Bill of Fare. An interesting exhibit in the South Kensington museum, London, - illus- trates (he omnivorous—nature of the cod's diet. Among the fish falling a prey to its voracious maws we note the young of the herring, dab, whiting and sand eel. Shrimps and yonng lob- sters also form an important item in the cod's menu. The strangest part of the cod’s diet perhaps is the sea mouse, whose thick covering of bristles might be thought to render it unwelcome to any stomach. Large whelks and shells of whelks with their indwelling bermit crabs are also largely devoured. Froui Its partiality to mollusks, in fact, the cod may become an assistant to the shell enllector. Woodward in his “Man- ual of the Mollusca” remarks that “some good northern seashells have been rescued unbroken from the stor- ach of tle cod."—London Globe. Mortification. * “Of course, doctor, German measles are seldom serious?”’ “T never met but one fatal case” “Fatall” “Yes, It was a Frenchman, and when he discovered It was German measles that he had mortification set " The men just ]| MAROONED I GOTHAM Fifty Hours Alone on the Side of a Skyscraper. TEN STORIES ABOVE GROUND. Awful Plight of a Clerk Who Crawled Out of a Window to Get a Paper Lodged on Lofty Ledge—Two Days of Agony. = Marooned for fifty hours on a nar- row window ledge on the tenth story of a New York skyscraper was the re- cent strange experlence of George L. Lammert, a life insurance clerk. With tens of ‘thousands of persons within hearing of his voice and with -men working within ten feet of where he stood or sat, Lammert was for fifty hours as isolated as if he had stood on some ledge in the Himalayas. Nobody heard him or paild any attention to HE SAT AS IF DAZED, him, Only by chance was he finally saved from death by starvation or by a fall to the pavement, 100 feet below. Lammert, who is employed in the auditing department of a life insur- ance company whose building is on Broadway not far from Trinity church, was at work checking up an Mtricate table at 10 o'clock in the morning. The day had been unseasonably hot, and the windows were thrown open for the first time. There were perhaps fifty men and girls at work in the de- partment, but they were isolated from each other by partitions, desks, cabi- nets and files. No one was paying any attention to Lammert. A gust of wind suddenly swept the paper on which he had been verifying the results and test- ing them according to the office rules and blew it out of the window. Lammert made a grab for the pre- clous paper,- which represented two hours’ work, but it eluded him .and fluttered over the sill. The wind caught it, and then a current of air drove it downward, and it fell on a ledge only a few feet from the window, where it remained. He decided to crawl out and get it. The ledge ran for eight feet straight along the wall, then there was a pro- Jection, around which Lammert sup- posed was another window. The ledge was stone and about ten inches wide. Lammert took the window pole used for opening and shutting the heavy windows, hooking it on to the ledge of the floor above, tested it to see if it would bear his weight and then started to walk along the ledge, steady- ing himself with the pole. He got along well until he came to the corner and had to stoop down to get the pa- per. To do this he was forced to kneel on the ledge, letting go his hold on the pole, which swung back a little. ‘When he started to stand up he dis- covered that any movement toward straightening up would throw him down into the street. He also realized that the pole was behind him. If he could get hold of that he could straight- en up in safety. He tried reaching upward with his left band, but could not reach. For ten minutes he knelt on the ledge, dizzy with fright. Finally he remembered that there was another window just beyond the ledge. He could crawl forward, even if he did not dare go back. He steadied himself across the angle of the ledges and felt around the projection. It-was only about a foot wide, and on the other side he found a hand hold—a small iron pipe. His hand clinched around the pipe, gave him renewed courage, and he clung to it while, with infinite caution, he edged his way, inch by inch, out until he stood on the ledge a foot wide, sheer over the street. ‘With a sudden movement he got both hands gripped on to the pipe and swung his body around to the other side of the projection and sat down on the ledge, gripping the pipe tight with both hands, exhausted by his efforts. The full horror of the situation did mnot dawn on him for perhaps a min- ute. He thought he was within a few feet of a window. Then he suddenly realized that instead of arriving at a twindow he sat in a space three feet wide between two such projections. It was as if he were on a shelf in a chim- ney which had one side open. He sat numb with terror and despair, except that at times he broke into frantic crying for help. In the office nobody noticed that Lammert was not at his desk for an hour. Then they supposed he had been called into some other department, and no attention was paid to his absence. The next morning his absence was noticea, tne fact of his disappearance the previous day was recalled, and he was marked discharged for being a without ex- cuse. = Night came on, and the chill crept up from the bay and numbed Lammert. He still clung to his giddy perch and at intervals shouted for help. /Duy- break brought fresh hope. Hunger revived him and spurred him on to fresh attempts to escape. He waved his handkerchief at the people be- low. He spent the greater part of the afternoon writing notes on envel- opes and papers from his pocket and 3 “drop _th if propedy cared . for, itIs also true thatitis not alvays | possible for the & 7 e obviated in Moore’s Non=»Leakable Foun- faln Pog, - Tiis peny s true Lo its pame,” if’s aire zfm{ and cannot Leak. 1t is also clean to handle and clean to £ll, and for these reasons isa favorite among the ladies, travellersand & siudeats, as well a8 among busincss men. Geo. T. Baker & Co. Located in City Drug Store Some were wafted blocks out of the ‘way and some fell unnoticed. Night found him dishearfened and despairing. He was about ready tc let loose and fall into the street. Daylight came again, and with it hope. Lammert says that during the morning he declared he would end his misery by jumping—but that he was afraid he would alight on some one and kill bim—so postponed the jump until night. The grim jest kept re- curring all day. About 4 o'clock that afternoon Curtis Logan, an employee of a brokerage firm in the building across the street, happened to giance out the window. He saw Lammert and stopped to look. “That fellow is a long time fixing that pipe,” he thought, for on the preceding day Logan had seen Lammert, noticed his pefilous position and watched him for a time, thinking he was a daring ‘workman repairing the pipe. Suddenly the thought strugk him that the man could not get-out of the crevasse in the side of the building. He watched awhile longer, and then, | hurrying to the elevator, descended, crossed the street and went up to the life’ insurance company office, where he raised the alarm. The employees were skeptical, but Logan i ed that a man was on the ledge. Then some one remembered Lammert and his odd disappearance. The window v thrown open, and some one shouted Lammert’s name. The result was a feeble cry for help. Telephone messages summoned men from the nearest fire station. A rope was swung from the window by Lam- mert’s desk across to”the window be- yond the projection, and a window washer, with his belt hooked over the| rope, slipped along the ledge, around| the projection and in an instant reap- peared supporting Lammert. Eager hands stretched forth and drew Lam- mert into the window, and in o dazed way he walked over to his desk, put the paper he had sayed upon it and toppled over in a dead faint. How They Dance In Hungary. With the exception of the Spaniards there is no nation in Europe that dances like the Hungarians. They love It with a love that amounts to a passion. They not cnly go in for It heart and soul, but they will dance on anything, in, any sort of weather. A paddock, a village strect, a stable yard, the earth- en floor of a wayside csarda—it Is all the same to them. Not the scorching sun or the whirling dust or the pelting rain or the falling snow will deter them. They all dance beautifully too. 1t seems to be in their blood. A Wedding Suit In 1756, Jonathan Morrill and Hannah Hack- ett were married Dec. 29, 1756. This says the Journal of American History, is the receipt for his wedding suit: Salisbury Decemr ye 27 A. D, 1756 This is to sertify all whom it may Con- searn that Jonathan Morrill hath paid | Sufficient Bevrage for a Suit of Cloths & | Coat of a light Coulourd Drab Cloth with Darkish Satine lining, moheir Buttons a full Coat and Briches of Sd Drab and a Jacket of light Couloud bleu Shag Velvet with Tick lining and green moheir and flanied (flanged?) Brass Buttons as wit- ness our hands. DAVID PURINTUN. MOSES ROWELL. ONE CENT A WORD. 'HELP WANTED. WANTED—For U. 8. army, able- bodied, unmarried men be- tween ages of 19 and 35, citi- zens of United States, of good character and temperate habits, who can speak, read and write English. For in- formation apply to Recruiting Officer, Miles Block, Bemidji, Mina. f WANTED:-Saw mill hands, plat- form men, lumber pilers, lum- ber graders, planing mill ma- chinery men, river drivers.. Steady work for'good men the year around. Apply Johm O’Brien Lumber Co., Somers, Mont. WANTED: For the U. S. Mar- ine corps;. men between ages 21 and 35. An opportunity to see the world. For full infor- mation apply in person or by letter to 208 Third Street. WANTED: Housekeeper, kitchen girl, porter and bell boy. In- quire at Brinkman Hotel, WANTED: Competent girl for general housework. Mrs, Thomas Bailey. WANTED: Three girls at the Brinkman hotel, at once. WANTED—Cook. Apply at City Restaurant. FOR SALE. AN A FOR SALE— Rubber stamps. The Pioneer will procure any kind of a rubber stamp for you on short notice. FOR SALE: Ten head heavy drafc. horses and harness. Heath’s barn, rear of postoffice building. {FOR SALE: Good all around horse, sorrel, and will weigh 1,100. J. H. Wagner, Bemidji, Minn, FOR SALE—Magnificent moose head, mounted; will be sold cheap Inquire at this office, LOST and FOUND FOUND: Plain gold band ring, ladies first name engraved in- side. Owner can identify at office of Jerrard Pib. Co. MISCELLANEOUS. PUBLIC LIBRARY — Open Tuesdays and Saturdays, 2:30 to6 p. m. Thursdays 7 to 8 p. m. also. Library in base- ment of Court House. Mrs. E. R. Ryan, librarian. WANTED—To buy a rowboat; apply to Sentinel office. 4 < Ghe PIONEER Delivered to your door every evening Only 4dc per Month Notice to Horsemen Sired by Black Diam and he by Brilliant, is a beautiful black, American bred Percheon, seven years old, weighing 1760 pounds. Will make the teason of 1907 al my stable, For further particulars call on or write Wes m into the street:| Wright, owner, or M. Splan, manager, Bemidji, Minn. - Bemidji, Minn. L el DT 1