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, —— ? Little Breeches, He—Yes. } “He belongs to the old Knickerbock- , er families, does he not?” H “Not that I ever heard of.” | “Well, then, he wrote something | about them, or something like that.”— | Indianapolis Journal. The “American Boy” Battleship. | Every American hopes our school} boys will succeed in their efforts ta} se $5,000,000 to be used in building a battleship. It costs great sums. to build a warship, but you can build up your health with Hostetter’s Stomach Bitters at small expense. This remedy is for all stomach, liver and bowel dis- orders, An Insinuation Resented. “Did I understand you to say there was a possibility of our using irregular methods in that county?” inquired Sen- ator Sorghum. ay have said something of the ered the voter. it’s downright libel. an l, I'd have “Well you to understand, sir, that we're so sure of that county that we don’t have to use irregular methods.”—Washing- ton Star. NTS. 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AYER, Lowell, Mass, ———————————EEeeee A Bridge of Coffins, When the British forces were march- ing to Pekin in 1860, after the capture of the Taku forts, one of the rivers be- came so swollen with the heavy rains that it was renderer almost impassa- ble. While in this quandary a bright | idea suddenly struck one of our offi- cers. Being well aware that the Chi- nese generally order their coffins years in advance and keep them on the prem- ises, and, also, that they are perfectly | air-tight, he consulted with his brother officers, with the result that instruc tions were given to search all the houses of the village and collect every With the aid of a few empty pon- toon bri¢ to bear th thus passe artillery, and the river was in safety. His Politics. The man 1 a Weak type of coun- tenance had listened in silence to a large number of political arguments. “Haven't you any opinions?’ in- quired the talker, impatiently. “Yes; I've got some left over from | last election, but they're liable to un- | dergo a violent and sweeping change during the next twelve hours.”—Wash- ington Star, Their Obvious Use. “Right here,” said the officer who was showing the plans of the new po- lice station to the visiting mayor of Sawbuck, “is where the wings will be built.” “IT suppose,” replied the mayor of Sawbuck, anxious to show that he was not altogether unfamiliar with metro- politan slang, “there is where the fly cops will stay.”—Chicago Tribune. Don’t rely upon a singer with 3 voice out of tune. He can’t be true. peo TAT AL ALALALALAL GL 000: No remedy has made surer and quicker cures than ST. QoOoer oon oooves: 000909000959 090000 00008. 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Powder Co, is giving free a number of shells to every dealer for distribution to their cus- tomers in order to introduce it to the public. Ask your dealer for themand insist on getting the genuine Laflin & Rand Smokeless. itonce and you will] use no other. THE LAFLIN & RAND POWDER CO., Chicago, Il., have issued a very handsome illustrated catalogue containing a full description of the Laflin & Rand Smokeless Powder which will be mailed free to any reader of this paper. Send for it to-day. Mention this paper when writing. “A HANDFUL OF DIRT MAY BE A HOUSE- FUL OF SHAME.” CLEAN HOUSE WITH SAPOLIO E shall give thee thy heart’s desire.” The choir of the. little country church did not sing the beautiful words very well The so- prano’s voice was unmistakably “cracked” and the tenor displayed sur- prising disregard of time and tune. But then, there were no musical critics in the small congre- gation scattered throughout this quiet little country church that Thanksgiv- ing morning. And the beauty of the words and the promise contained in them touched the hearts of many. “Wait patiently upon the Lord and he shall give thee thy heart's desire,” repeated the choir, “Tt is not true!” The words were not spoken, but they were in the thought and heart of one old woman sitting far back near the door. She sat alone, for she was alone in the world. Those who had once peopled the old pew with her—father, mother, husband, brothers and sisters, and the child of her love and care, all were gone. The quiet peaceful beauty of that Thanksgiving morning and the spiritual atmosphere of the church had quite failed to appeal to old Margaret ‘Hudson. Neyer had she felt in a more rebellious mood. It would have dazed and pained the white-haired old elder jin the pulpit had he known the lthoughts that were uppermost in the mind of the small, dark, keen-eyed lit- tle old woman whose head gave a little defiant toss when he rose and said: “Let us bow our heads in-prayer.” Margaret Hudson did not bow her head, and her heart did not respond to the simple, fervent prayer of Elder Norris. “What's the use?’ she was saying angrily to herself, “Haven’t I been bowing my head and my knees in pray- er for years and years—in one prayer for one thing, for my heart’s desire, and has it been granted to me? No, it hasn’t! I have ‘waited patiently on the Lord’ and He has not given me the desire of my heart. I don’t believe that He ever will give it to me. I’ve lost faith and hope. I can’t help it. My ‘heart’s desire’ has been denied me so long and the promise has not come true to me. I can’t believe that it is true.” There were educated, polished and brilliant ministers in beautiful city churches who preached with less sim- ple and tender beauty than that old elder preached that morning about the joy of gratitude and praise-giving for the blessings of God, but Margaret Hudson was not touched by the words. Her faith had lost its Olivet and her love its Galilee. “When He gives me my heart’s de- sire,” she said stubbornly. “When He sends my boy, my Jim, back to me, I will believe that His promises are true. I can’t trust Him more until He does.” She did not tarry at the close of the sermon for her usual greeting of old friends, but stole out alone and hurried toward her lonely home, the homeli- ness and desolation of which were nev- er so hard to bear as now. “Tf He’d hear my prayer and send Jim back to me it would be so,” she said. Jim! Her heart’s desire! Where was he at that moment? “God only knows!” his mother said between her broken sobs as she went slowly along over the country road, the bright sunlight of a glorious Novem- ber day lending a radiance to the brown leaves still remaining on the trees. It had been twenty years since she had seen Jim. He was then a handsome, head-strong boy of 18, and the only child that had come to her. She had lavished upon him the warm- est, tenderest affections of her life, and yet she never knew just why Jim had run away from home in his eight- eenth year and she had never seen him nor heard from him since that day. She knew that he had gone “out west,” and she was too poor to follow him, had she known where he was, There had been vague and unfound- ed rumors that he had “got into trou- ble,” but proof of this was lacking, and her neighbors had long ago ceased to speak of Jim to Margaret Hudson. But not for one day nor for one hour had she ceased to think of him—her heart’s desire. Twenty years of unanswered prayer AND THEY WALKED UP THY PATH WITH THEIR ARMS AROUND EACH OTHER. had ended in this spirit of depression and rebellion, and there was no love mor gratitude in Margaret Hudson’s heart that Thanksgiving morning. Presently she came to the bars in a fence by the roadside through which | she must pass on her homeward way. She leaned heavily on the bars, and then dropped slowly to her knees with her head resting on one gaunt arm stretched out upon one of the bars. Her lips moved slowly in prayer: “Oh, God,” she said, “I have been ‘so sinful, so wicked. Forgive me and let the desire of heart be for perfect trust in Thee, no matter what Thy will may be concerning me. Make this my heart’s desire.” There was a smile on her brown and wrinkled old face when she rose to her feet and went on her homeward way. All trace of rebellion had fled from her face, and her eyes shone through a mist of tears, She pushed open the gate before her tiny brown house and when old Hero, the dog, came bounding forward with noisy greeting she patted him kindly and said cheerily: “Good old dog! Glad to see me, aren’t you, old fellow? She looked up to see a tall, broad- shouldered, brown-bearded man com- ing rapidly down the patch toward her with outstretched arms and twinkling brown eyes. “Mother!” he said. “Why, Jim!” And they walked up the path with their arms around each other. And later Margaret Hudson went softly about her tidy, sunny dining room setting her table for dinner and singing softly, “Wait patiently upon the Lord and He shall give thee thy heart’s desires.” MUCH TO BE THANKFUL FOR. “Wall, Bill, what hev ye got to he thankful fur today?” asked Grizzly George, as he ran across Wild Bill in the Prairie Dog saloon on Thanksgiv- ing day. “What hev I got to be thankful fur ” echoed Bill, looking at the other in as- tonishment. “Why, fur lots o’ things, in course, an’ I should think ye orter know it, too! Hain’t the sheriff at this minit got a warrant fur me in his pocket, but’s afeard to arrest me?” “Yaas, I reckon that’s so, Bill.” “Wall, then, hadn’t I orter be thank- 1 ful to hev sich a reputashun as a bad! man? Then look at my record, will | yer? I’ve held up forty-two stages, bin sent to jail fifty-six times, escaped twenty-one times, shot four sheriffs, licked scores of galoots, an’ robbed more stores in the state than ye kin count. Hain’t it sunthin’ to be thank- ful fur to be alive today to enjoy sich a grand reputashun an’ own sich a bewtiful record?” “Yaas, that’s so, Bill—that’s so.” “Then take a look at my fam’ly, will ye? Thar’s my son Joe, who’s sarv- “THEN LOOK AT MY RECORD, WILL YER?” in’ five y’ars fur hoss stealin’. Hain’t it sunthin’ to be thankful fur to be the father o’ sich a promisin’ boy?” “Tt sartinly are’, Bill,” agreed Grizzy | George. “Ye bet it ar’!” went on Wild Bill, | enthusiastically. ‘Then thar’s my two other boys, Lem an’ Hank. Lem takes arter me an’ ar’ a nacheral born robber, while Hank takes arter his ma, an’ ar’ a nacheral born liar. Why, he kin steal a hawg right in front o’ yer nose an’ then lie about it ’till ye be- lieve some one else did it. Wouldn’t ye feel ye had sunthin’ to be thankful fur if yer fam’ly wuz as good as mine?” “Yaas, Bill, I would an’ no mistake.” “Why, in caqurse, ye would—in} course. One o’ my nearest relatives ar’ goin’ to be hanged tomorrer, an’ my \ darter Mary got engaged to Texas Jim, | the hoss thief, last night. Hev I got! anythin’ to be thankful fur? Hey I?” | and Wild Bill swaggered out of the, saloon with a proud look and a whistle | on his lips. A Query. Thanksgiving is a joyous day Throughout the mighty nation; But on one point about it I Would like some information. Why is it that always, when We should feel most enraptured, Hanker for the piece of turkey that Some other person captured? A Thankfal Darky. Dinah—“Huh! Thankful, is yo? I dunno why, chile. Yo’ didn’ git no; turkey fo’ Thanksgivin’ dinner.” Mose—“I’s thankful jes’ same— thankful dat Farmer Bowen’s gun was loaded wif rock salt ’stid o’ buckshot, that Few are entirely @ravates the trouble. Such a remed Williams & Clark, and he says: helped temporarily. S against the said the lady to the tramp at the back door. “I wasn’t goin’ to beg for money, ma’am,” was the reply of the humble wanderer. “It’s just as bad to beg for bread.” “TJ wasn’t goin’ to beg for bread, ma’am.” “What were you going to beg for, then, pray?’ “Only for one of your pictures, ma’am.”—Yonkers Statesman. Comment. “They say she takes a milk bath ev- ery day,” said the rural spectator. “Yes,” answered the urban spectator, “With a glass, one can see how the chalk has settled on her.”—Indianapo- lis Journal. “75.00 PER WEEK. We wil. pay a salary of $15 per week for man with rig to introduce Perfec- tion Poultry Mixture in the country, the greatest egg-producer on earth. Address with stamp, Perfection Mfg. | Co., Parsons, Kansas. Not Thorough. “That boy is always trying to put! things off until to-morrow,” exclaimed the Spanish lad’s mother. “He'll never get along in this coun- try,” said his father, regretfully. “He ought ought to put ’em off until week after next.”—Washington Star. Shoddy Rubber Overshoes Keep the feet cold. In “zero” weather shoddy rubber on the foot becomes hard and cold, while pure rubber becomes soft and pliable. This is why those who wear the “Gold Seal” overshoes, which are made of pure rubber, have warm feet, “Gold Seal’ overs are sold by dealers. If you cannot get them from -your dealer, send to the makers, the Goodyear Rubber Co., 98-102 East Seventh street, St. Paul. Tactics, “How do you expect to vote?’ in- quired the stranger in North Carolina. “Well,” was the answer, “we'll de- cide that when we give the ammuni- tion out. We haven’t made up our minds whether we'll vote by squads or platoons.”—Washington Star. soe suse OQ FO a JAN AFFAIR -% N: It has been said of Americans that they are “a nation of dyspeptics” and it is true of the digestive tract, Indigestion, Dyspepsia, Stomach and Bowel trouble, or Constipation. The treatment of these diseases with cathartic medicines too often ag- THE LOGICAL TREATMENT is the use of a remedy that will build up the system, thereby @nabling the various organs to act as Nature intended they should. is Found in Dr Willams Pink Pills for Pale Peoples Here is the proof, In Detroit there are few soldiers mcze popular and efficient than Max R. Davies, first sergeant of Co. B. His home is at 416 Third Avenue. For four years he was a bookkeeper with the wholesale drug house of Farrand, “I have charged up many thousand orders for Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills for Pale People, but never knew their worth until I used them for the cure of chronic dyspepsia. For two years I suffered and doctored for that aggravating trouble but could only be “I think dyspepsia is one of the most stubborn of ailments, and there is scarcely a clerk or office man but what is more or less a victim. Some days I could eat anything, while at other times I would be starving. ‘Those distressed pains would force me to quit work. treatments and remedies hut they would help only for a time. A friend induced me to try Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills for Pale People, and after tak- ing a few doses I found much relief and after using seyeral boxes I was cured. I know these pills will cure dyspepsia of its worst form and I am pleased to recommend them."—Detrcit (Mick.) Jourual. The genuine package always bears the full name» At all druggists. of sent postpaid on receipt of price,50' per box, by the Or-williams Medicine Co, Schenectady, NY, Free from disorders I have tried many > She Was Thinking o Mrs. Elverson—Oh, Mrs. Downsleigh, I hear that your daughter Mabel is en- ' gaged to Fred Waddington. Mrs, Downsleigh—Yes; to be married they expect some time during the winter. Why, what makes you look so funny? Do you know anything about him? Mrs. Elverson—Oh, no; nothing much. I was only thinking. Once when he was a little boy I heard our minister say he expected him to come to a bad end.—Chicago News. | STATE OF OHIO, Crry OF TOLEDO, bss LUCAS COUNTY, Frank J. Cheney makes oath that he is the senior partner of the firm of F. J. Cheney &Co., doing business in the City of Toledo, County and State aforesaid, and that said firm will pay the sum of ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS for each and every one eee pet cannot be d by the use of Hall's Catarrh Cure. ben Ghd FRANK J. 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Send for physicians’ testi- moni Selentific Remedy Co., Box 3113, Boston, Non-Committal, Alderman’s Wife—I see the members of the Spanish cortes don’t get any ary at all. I wonder how they live? Alderman—Maria, I never divulge professional secrets to women.—Chica- go News. Twice Crowned Victor. At the World’s Fair, ’93, it received the highest award, and at the California Midwinter Fair, 94, 2 special gold medal. Official tests at each proved it the purest and in every way the best baking powder in the world. The Most Perfect Made. Because of its perfect qualities, the best cooks prefer Dr. Price’s to every other. They know by using it they are always insured in having the lightest, sweetest and most wholesome food. They find it, moreover, the most economical to use as it goes much farther than any other kind. FOREMOST BAKING POWDER [N ALL THE WORLD. Uh, huh, yo’ bet!” Realism. Editor—I liked your Thanksgiving jokes, Mr. Scribbs, but you didn’t ger them in early enough. Mr. Scribbs—Well, that’s it, you see; I can’t make ’em unless I’m full of tur- key and cranberry sauce. One Fellow’s Thanksgiving. He offers thanks on bended knee, As he forgets the merry whirl; | ' He sees how thankful he should be He didn’t wed his summer girl.