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CHAPTER XX1V—(Centinued.) “A: aud I doubly bless you for hay- ing brought me here. Ah, I now know the goal of this monstrous associa- fon! ‘These cursed mantles concealed their faces, but the voices I have heard before. I recognized them—Djella, Doorgal Sahib. It was they, I am sure of it. Kazil, swer me, am I wrong?” are not wrong!” and He! lisappear- this ordered by the not , I believe as you do.” ! do not triumph too quickly,” he exclaimed. “D ! IT will snateh rd Kai from you your pr Then, turning to t.pued. more calmly “Child, you promised me power and dominance. How will you fulfill your word? Is it through this wealth?” and he extended his hand toward the steps which hid the treasure of Bowhanie. “No,” answered Kazil; “although you will need gold, and to-night we will nd lift this flag in our turn.” assented George. “I would te to despoil the enemy to To use against him his il, he con- not he combat him. own arms and his own wealth is prop- designate “It is there,” he said—‘there is the yery sanctuary of the goddess. But to acquire it, have you the courage, mas- ter, to brave death?” “You ask me? You doubt it?” “No, master, I do not doubt it, but there are supreme moments when the most fearless hesitate.” “My courage will not fail me. Speak tingly.. What must be done?” azil advanced toward the statue of the three heads. “You must first assist me,” he an- swered, “in obtaining aecess to the sanctuary.” “Ah, your honor!” exclaimed Stop, “take care of your feet! Do not walk Remember the terrible But George only answered by a shrug of the shoulders, and, seizing one of the fantastic heads of the image, as Jub- bee had done, he turned it about, while Kazil touched the hidden spring. All happened as before. The railing opened. The bridge lowered itself across the ab George hurriedly crossed this bridge, and opened a second door, disclosing the interior of the sanctuary. * he cried, “is the secret of h the Hindoos attach Here are to wh the truth.” “What does this veil hide?” asked George. “The statue of the goddess.” ‘ow, what must I do?” “Penetrate into the sanctuary and lft the veil.” No sooner had Kazil pronounced these words, than he trembled convuls- ively, and, as George made a motion to ascend the steps, he cried: “Stop, master—stop!” George, astonished, hesitated. “Why?” he asked. “I had forgotten the sacred tradi- tion,” the child explained. “Whoever touches the veil of the goddess meets instant death and annihilation.” “Weak superstition!” exclaimed Sir George. “My child,” he said, “the god of the Christians alone wields the pow- er of death. If I touch this veil, and if lightning does not strike me deaa, will you believe that my God is the only living God?” “Yes, master, I will believe. I shall have seen the miracle.” “Then, fall upon your knees, for the miracle will be accomplished.” Impassively he mounted the last steps, with a bold, untrembling hand, he tore off the veil. “Look, Kazil, look!” he then said, ealmly. The child, suddenly enlightened by a ray of light from on high, fell on his knees, hiding his face in hjs hands, ard murmuring: “Master, I am a Christian! Master,” he continued, lifting his head, “you hold the veil. Take, also, the ring, which glistens on Bowhanie’s finger!” George obeyed. He drew it off and placed it on his own finger. It con- tained a single stone, of wonderful size and brillianey. “With this veil and ring you will be master among masters,” continued Ka- zil. “You will be for them the one sent by the goddess—the supreme rul- er! They will bow before you and will obey you!” “You are sure of this?” “Yes, master.” For the moment Gearge was frenzied with joy. “Agr Hera!” he cried, “you will be returned to us. I will avenge my father and complete his work!” ment had been hidden behind some draperies, sprang into the open space and pressed his foot upon the mysteri- .ous slab, which put in motion all the gongs of the temple, whose metallic vi- brations instantly sounded throughout its length, and breadth, and depths. CHAPTER XXV. “Lost! betrayed!” exclaimed Kazil and Stop. “Lost!” repeated George. ‘Perhaps, but at least the betrayer will not wit- ness our undoing.” And, leaving the sanctuary, he threw himself upon the Brahmin, and struck him with his dagger full in the heart. The Brahmin, uttering neither word nor cry, fell dead upon the bridge. “Conceal yourselves,” continued Sir George, hurriedly, to Kazil and Stop— “conceal yourselves!” “IT ask nothing better,” thought Stop, whose legs gave way beneath him. Ir all the galleries could be heard the noise of hurrying feet. Priestesses and Prahmins, obeying the call of the sa- ered gong, hastened toward the sanctu- ary. me, they come!” murmured Nothing can save us now!” George pushed Stop and the boy to- ward the passege without exit, where they had previously sought refuge. “But you, master?” asked Kazil. “Do you not accompany us?” “No.” “You wish, then, to die?” “I wish, on the contrary, to live, and re you.” There remained but a few seconds in which to act, for the steps drew nearer and agitated voices could be heard. ie Englishman sprang into the sanctuary and concealed himself be- hind the statue of Bowhanie. It was time. Hardly had he disappeared than Jub bee, the priestess, and the Brahmins flocked in from all the galleries. They started back, antd a two-fold cry of horror aped their lips. “The sanctuary open!” “A corpse!” Jubbee raised both hands toward the ‘ched roof. “Some one has profaned the saint of the temple!” she exclaimed. “Oh, sac- riiege! sacrilege!” She did not finish her speech. Those around her saw her totter and grow pale. One would have said a thun- derbolt had been launched against the temple, to bring down its ruins upon the Brahmins and priestesses. It was, however, but George Mal- colm, enveloped in the floating folds of the sacred veil, standing on the thresh- old of the sactuary. “Some one has wished to violate the secrets of the goddess!” he said, in ringing tones. “But the goddess has rendered justice!” Jubbee fell on her knees, stammer- he great chief!” “Yes.” answered George, “the su- preme chief! “An infamous one has laid hands on the veil, and the veil has destroyed the infamous cne! I am he, sent by Bowhanie, the center of her power, the protector of the terrible work! The time has come—the hour is at hand!” He slowly traversed the open space, Ali prostrated themselves before ‘him, “Let the Ganges swallow up the corpse of the sacrilegious intruder!” he commanded. The chief priestess, assisted by a Brahmin, again approached and touched the hidden springs of the stat- ue. The bronze door resumed its place. The corpse disappeared in the black depths of the yawning gulf. “Pray, priestess! pray, Brahmins!” continued George. “Thugs and Phan- sigars, lift your hearts. Great things are near their accomplishment, and the face of the Indies is about to change!” CHAPTER XXVI. We must now rejoin Agnes and Hera, who, kneeling at their beds in prayer, suddenly had found themselves surrounded by hideous and half-clothed ferms with fierce and animal counten- ances, Paralyzed by terror, even had time been given them to cry for help, before they could utter a sound, silk handker- chiefs were bound around their mouths, and the natives, making use of the bed clothes for cords, bouna them about them, and so lowered them into the garden below, where they were thrust into a litter and borne hastily away. In a narrow road lading te one of the summer residences of the princess, the bearers paused, and, disembarrassing themselves of their burden, lifted to their lips a leaf, imitating twice, with wonderful exactitude, the sad cry of the owl. A call of like nature instantly re- sponded, and at the end of two or three moments a-man of immense stature sprang with one leap over the turf, ‘which made a margin to the road, and alighted beside the litter. It was Sau- gor. “Are you there, Samid?’ he asked. “No,” answered a guttural voice. “No?” “Samid is not there.” “Ah, it is you, Timor?” “Yes, it is 1.” “Why has not Samid accompanied the litter?” “He is dead.” “Dead?” echoed Saugor. “Who killed him?” “An English ball.” “Where?” “At the bungalow of the civilian.” “You met with resistance, then?’ “Yes, terrible resistance.” ane you have accomplished) your end*” “Our brothers have lighted the fire, and they keep watch. No one will es- | cape alive from the burning building.” “It is well. Siva will be content, “No!” eried a terrible voice—“no, for} Haye many of our brothers fallen-” you will die!” And a Brahmin, who until this mo- “Samid and two others, only.” “The young girls?” Timor extended his hand toward the litter. . “They are here,” he said. Saugor struck a light and ignited a torch, by whose pale radiance, parting the curtains of the litter, he regarded Agnes and Hera. The unhappy children, whose band- ages pressed upon their mouths, and whose movements were hampered by numberless cords, uttered dull moans. Their enpurpled faces were brilliant with fever, showing the dangerous vi- olence of the blood, whose circulation, so greatly impeded,- had mounted to the brain. “It is time,” murmured Saugor, “Fralf an hour longer, and I would not have held myself responsible. What would the princess haye said, who wished them alive within her power?” And he took from his pocket a flask (such as we have seen him use in the beginning of our story), and applied it successively to the nostrils of Hera and of Agnes. The effect was instantaneous. Their moaning ceased; their eyelids closed; their breathing became calm; they slept. “All is well!” thought Saugor, “and the princess will be satisfied. He unfastened the bandages, no longer needed, since sleep held them captive, let the curtains drop, and or- dered the bearers to continue towards Allahabad. It was midnight when the palace of the princess was reached. Djella, hay- ing arived an hour previously, awaited them with feverish impatience. Her first words, addressed to Saugor, were these: “Have hrre?”. “Yes, mistress.” “Ah! she cried, with fierce joy. “I hold them, then! Now the details,” she continued. Saugor recounted all that he had learned from Timor. His conclusion was that all the defenders in the bun- galow had doubtless perished. “But who were its defenders?” she asked. No one could reply to this question. Timor had seen, through the smoke, men’s faces at the windews, but not to recognize them. “Djella bowed her head in thought. “George Malcolm!” she muttered to herself. “No; it is not possible. One does not readily escape from the wa- ters of the Ganges, or Doorgal Sahib’s bullet. George Malcolm is dead. Six Ewward, Dieudonne—it is possible that they have perished. So much the bet- were strangers to the cowardly assas- ter. The cursed racé of Malcolm will then be extinct! To-morrow I shall know if George’s brother be living or Gead!” She raised her head. Saugor had re- spected her silence until now. “Mistress.” he asked, “what is to be done with the young girls?” “Oh, I had forgotten them! are bound, I suppose?” “No; they are asleep.” And Saugor, to avoid explanation, showed to the princess the flask. “Then,” she murmured, “their sleep will last twelve hours?” “Unless it please you to awaken them before.” A singular smile crept about Djella’s lips. “It may so please me,” she said, “Saugor, have the captives carried into the room adjoining mine, and see that they are placed on the bed.I do not wish that, even in dreams, they should complain of the hospitality of the Princess Djella.” These latter words were uttered with bitter irony, absolutely blood-curdling. “I obey,” replied Saugor. And ke made a sign to the bearers, who again took up the supports of the litter. The princess detained them. “Saugor, you are doubtless worn out with fatigue?” “Mistress,” responded the Hindoo, “when in your service, fatigue has no existence.” “It is well. Execute my orders and rest two hours. One hour before day- you succeeded? Are they They | break, you will depart, on horseback, for Benares. I will charge you with an errand you only can fulfill.” “Mistress, I will be ready.” “Now, go.” Several minutes after, Djella entered her chamber, and, taking a candle in her hand, crossed the threshold of the adjoining room.This apartment, entire- ly hung, both walls and ceiling, with India satin, of wonderful beauty, had no other furniture than some large di vans and a bed. Upon the bed slept Agnes and Hera, under the potent in- tluence of the narcotic, their beautiful young faces expressing perfect calm, For the time, their suffering was for- gotten. Djella advanced toward the bed.Ey- ery evil passion was depicted upon her pale face, lighted up by a half-smile, diabolical in its expression. She held the light so that its rays fell upon the unconscious girls, “Yes,” she murmured, slowly, “they are’ beautiful—very beautiful! Agnes, exquisitely so. Ob, fatal beauty—ac- cursed beauty!” she added, in a sort of dull rage. “Without you, George Mal- colm would not have despised my love and scorned my heart. Without you, I should still be happy, and words of tenderness would escape my lips, in- stead of these fierce imprecations of hate and revenge. You have worked me much evil. Because of you, I have been wounded in all the vital portions of my soul; because of you, I have suf- fered alike in my love and my pride. But what matters it, since you are in my power, and I can return to you, a hundred-fold, the evil you have worked me? My revenge goes on. George Malcolm, your betrothed, is dead, ana to-morrow your beauty will blossom uncer Doorgal Sahib’s kisses!” ‘Two hours later, Djella, seated at her desk, traced a few lines on a perfumed sheet, placed the latter in an envel- ope, sealed and addressed it. Hardly had she done so, when a light rap sounded on the door. “Come in!” she called’ ‘The door opened, and Saugor crossed the threshold. , “Mistress,” he said, “I aim ready to set out.” “It is well. Mount your horse, and depart immediately for Benares. You will reach there in two hours. First ascertain if the boatmen ordered to ex- plore the Ganges have discovered Sir George Malcol’m dead body, Then find Sir Edward Malcolm.” Saugor made a gesture of surprise. “Sir Edward!” he repeated. “Did he not, then, perish last night during the attack on the bungalow?” “Tam as ignorant as yourself. It is this fact you must discover. If he has, indeed, perished, you will apprise me of it. If, on the contrary, he is living, you will hand him this letter.” And she extended to him the enyel- ope she had just sealed, adding: “Doubtless, he will wish to question you particularly concerning the two young girls,” “What must I answer?” “Not a word. You will feign aston- ishment, and appear surprised at his insistence. You will not even compre- hend what are the things of which he speaks to you.” “Let the mistress rest tranquil. I will do all that is necessary.” “Oh, I have confidence in you. Be- gone, Saugor. Fly through space, ac- complish your task, and return quickly to bring me news.” The Hindoo bowed and went out. A moment after could be heard his horse’s hoofs resounding upon the stones of the court yard. At the extreme end of the most wretehed street in the poorest quarter of Benares, Kazil owned, we cannot say a house, but a sért of hut, which he had inherited from his father, who nad been a fisherman of the Ganges. This house, rudely constructed of materials of all kinds, and roofed in with bamboo leaves, threatened ruin. and offered during stormy weather but little shelter. With one push, the first passer-by might have thrust open the door, prob- ably throwing it off its hinges in so doing. ‘The one window rested in its frame by a miracle of equilibrium. The walls were ready to crumble. such as it was, however, it had all to fear from the elements, but nothing from man. Its visible ruin protected it from most powerful thieves, against all thieves. But appearances are often de- ceitful. They were never more so than this night when Saugor mounted his horse in the court yard of the Princess Djella. Since midnight. in fact, George Mal- colm; Kazil and Stop, had had the au- dacity to penetrate at three different times into the sanctuary of the temple, and at each of these journeys had car- ried away their burden of sacks filled with gold. These sacks they brought into Kazil’s chamber. They piled them up beneath his be~a under the mattresses filled with dry leaves, which, at the lowest calcula- tion, now concealed three or four mill- lions. é George, Kazil and Stop accomplished their last journey, and new sacks of gold had joined their predecessors. George and Stop were faint with hun- ger and thirst. Kazil had no provis- ions, but, as the fete of the Jagernath lasted throughout the night, the shops remained open. Hastening out, he scon returned with food and drink, which offered a hearty and welcome repast. “Now, my boy.” said George. when this was finished, “let us talk. You must open to me your heart and help me scatter the shades that have gath- ered about us. First, the veiled wo- man, before who to-night bowed all the priestesses of the temple, is the Prine- . is it not?” Sahib among the men who accompa- nied her.” “Neither the rajah nor the princess “Yes, master.” sination of Sir John Malcolm?” “I would take my oath not. The princess must nourish against you some terrible hatred, whose cause I cannot divine. “But I know it,” thought George, si- lently. “It was the princess.” continued Ka- zil, “who dictated to the rajah the in- famous accusations against you before Lord Singleton.” “Ah!” murmured George, “I was sure of it.” “It was by her orders,” continued Kazil, “that the populace wished to as- sault you as a parricide. For an hour, Seaugor and the Fakir had excited them in whispering words, signifying death. Nor is this all. The pistol shot that so nearly proved fatal—do you know who fired it?” “No.” “The Rajah Doorgal Sahib, seated on the balcony beside the princess.”” “Ah!” cried George, with a strange smile. “Truly, I should be proud. These powerful enemies do me the hon- or to tremble before me. Living, I cause them uneasiness and fear. My death, at any price, is needful. Let them rest tranquil. They believe them- selves to have surmounted the ebsta- ele. They fancy that the waters of the Ganges float my corpse toward the sea.” “All!” answered Kazil, joyously, aot will prove to them their mis- take?” “I hope so. But the attack on the bungalow—how do you explain that. and the carrying off of the betrothed of my brother and myself? Doubtless, we must accuse the princess, also, of this double crime?” “Yes, master, do not doubt it. Nor am I without proof. Samid, one of the leaders, was one of the confidential servants of the princess.” “Such proof is unanswerable. But what possible motive could there be for this act?” “Reassure yourself, master. No im- mediate danger threatens Miss Agnes and Miss Hera. If the princess had wished their lives, she would have so commanded, and the order would have | been cheerfully obeyed. They are liv- | ing, and we shall find them.” “God grant it! But where are we to geek them, or how to discover them?” “I know their hiding place,” answer- oy aa “It is the palace of Allaba- had.” “Who told you?” (To be continued.) When a man neglects his duty he a). ways says it resulted from absent- { mindedness, Ietods of the kite Tree Ded¢ler. After seeing people swindled out cf thousands of dollars, I get a little im- patient, but did not intend to make any assertions to the injury of well established nurserymen, writes C. S. Christy in Nebraska Farmer. There are hundreds of agents traveling over the country selling nursery stock at enormous prices on account of their “patent process of grafting,” or their grapes on “European roots,” “peaches on hard maple,” and many other ab- Surdities to catch those not posted. Near Johnson a few years ago a large orchard planted of summer, fall and winter apples bore Hyslop crabs. AN- other near Adams, of 500 trees, bore crabs only, and one at Beatrice treated its owner to a full crop of Gennets in place of Red June, [arly Harvest, Duchess and many fall and winter va- rieties as was expected. A nursery company established near here a few years ago had thirty traveling sales- men, but they did not own an acre of land or grow so much as a currant bush or seedling peach, depending en- tirely upon the culls of other nurseries. The “model orchard,” so successfully worked on “influential” farmers, one- half payable in fruit, three years from Planting, is chief among swindles. One that I visited cost the owner $90 in cash. The payment in fruit has never been called for. But any reliable nur- sery would have been glad to have fur- nished the entire stock bought for $30. Killing Quack Grass. In perusing some of C. L. Gabril- son’s writings I note that he says quack grass beat him, and he is a good and practical farmer. I have had ex- perience with this grass since boy- hood; it is mode tender than most peo- ple supposed, says a contributor to Farm, Stock and Home. It will not live through a Minnesota winter if lay- ing on top of the ground. To ex- terminate quack I first seed the field infested down to blue grass, timothy, Austrian brome and white clover, fence it and, after the pasture is grown, put in some sheep or cattle for four or five years, but sheep alone the last two years if possible. Now here is the secret: The harder the soil is packed the shallower the quack roots will grow, and the closer grass is cropped the smaller the roots will be. Finally remove the fence in July, after the sheep have eaten the pasture so short that the field looks bare. The deepest roots are not over two inches below the surface, so do not plow, but get a good sharp flexible disc, lap one- half back and forth, don’t make lands, or go round, then over-cross it and lap, don’t let disc cut over 2% inches deep. Then take a spring-tooth har- row, the finer the better, and drag, and keep it up, don’t let a living leat show itself on that field the rest of the season. The first thing after get- ting grain in the next spring is to double disc again, and harrow the same way. Then plant corn and keep it clean with spring-tooth cultivator. After the corn is off dise thoroughly and the next year sow to grain and there will be no more quack, and you can plow and be safe and be well re- warded for your trouble, and make money on the sheep and other things while destroying the quack. * Clover as Chicken Feed. It is stated by one authority that 100 pounds of clover meal contains enough lime for the shells of 174% dozen eggs, says Indiana Farmer. Clover is very rich in protein, and contains potash, soda, phosphoric acid and other in- gredients that make it’one of the best feeds for fowls that can be named. It contains all the essentials in well bai- anced proportion, and is palatable to the fowls as well as healthful. It would be wise to cut a quantity of second growth clover, especially for winter feed. If there is no way of growing it, it can be cut fine in the fodder cut- ter and soaked over night. But there are mills in some places for grinding it, and as the demand’ increases such mills will be increased in number. ‘Waste.—One of the important things» about good farming that most of us have to learn is to avoid waste. We pay taxes on land that we do not farm; we only half cultivate our fields and so waste both land and labor; we leave a large percentage of the crop in the field; we waste time and capital in’ raising inferior animals; we waste en- ergy in trying to do more than one man can do right; we waste money in buying what we should raise our- selves; we waste opportunities to im- prove our condition by staying away from institutes and fairs and by neg- lecting to read papers; we waste—in a thousand ways, and then we are ready to say “farming don’t pay.” And it is no wonder.—Montana Fruit Grower. According to George W. Bell, United States consul-at Sydney, the havoc played with Australia’s chief industry by the succession of droughts of the last few years has been appalling. A few years ago New South Wales had nearly one-eighth of the sheep of the globe, and in value her annual wool crop exceeded all her other products combined. Now her proportion of the world’s sheep is about one-thirteenth. While in her chief source of income and the chief means with which to purchase imports (wool) New South Wales has lost, since 1891, almost 22,- 000,000 head of sheep, in other live | stock she has hardly held her own. Ropiness in Milk.—This peculiar condition of milk or cream is due to a number of micro-organisms which often come onto a dairy farm quite suddenly. We can assign no plausible cause for their appearance, and while ropy, stringy or slimy milk impresses us by its unwholesome appearance, it is perfectly harmless.—Dr. F E. En- gelhardt. ay : Great Resemblance. ! “There is more kinship between po- etry and science than one would think.” “That's a facet. Both of them seem to corsist mainly in piling up a lot of pliases that nobody can understand.” Pig be eel a Journal, A West Indian Hurricane Recently traveled up the coast at will, and acted in an entirely different man- ner from any other storm. Sometimes dyspepsia acts in the same way. It re- fuses to yield to treatment which has cured: similar cases. Then Hestetter’s Bitters should be taken. It has cured stomach trouble for half a century. Men possessing minds which are mo- rose, solemn and inflexible enjoy, in general, a greater share of dignity than happiness.—Bacon. _ “He is Wise Who Talks But Little.” This is only a half truth. If wise men had held their tongues, we should know nothing about the circulation of the blood. If it were not for this advertisemert you might never know that Hood’s Sarsapa- rila is the best blood medicine. A Sad Case. “Ah, y he sighed, “my life has been a iid “Why do you call it that, Aurora?’ her friend demanded. “You are still young—or at least there is no reason n't make the world believe re still young, and your reputa- free from taint, isn’t it? but I’ve had three divorces, and all the alimony in a bunch woula not be enough to make me half-way i dependent.”—Chicago Times-Herala. Used His Brain Some time ago a braker Baltimore & Ohio Rail Road used his brains and saved a passenger tr: from running into two derailed The Company sent him a cheek for $ and posted a bulletin complimenting him for his quickness of thought. A few de Hagerty v g his engie at Con- nellsville, while waiting for the pas- sengers to alight. He heard another train coming. and believed that it was not under proper control. He sprang into his cab, opened the throttle ana started his train. The other engine struck the rear car, but it was not at hard blow ,and Hagerty’s promptness ed ten or a dozen lives. The Company has erdered a hund- some gold watch, suitably inscribed, and a gold chain for Engineer Hagerty, as a reward for his devotion .to duty and “using his brains” in time of emer- gency. Straight Across the Sky- Mrs. Bender—You ought to be ashamed of yourself, staggering up the lawn like that! Mr. Bender—Thash all right, Betty; even t-the moon geish full once in a w-while! M ; but the moon ab ight path.—Chicago Choice Farm Lands in Minnesota and Dakotas, near Big Stone Lake. Low prices, easy . Svecial R. R. rates. Write soon to Colonial LandCo.,Ortonville, Mian. The Savage Bachelor. ‘Those horrid Spaniards are so cru- the S: Journal. vage Bachelor.—Indiana polis Accounted For. Mistress—Bridget, didn’t I see two policemen in the kitchen last night? Cook— mum; but wan.of thim was only a supernumerary learnin’ the beat!—Puc Cured After Repeated Failures With Others 1 will inform addicted to Morphine, Laudwnum, Optum. Cocaine, of peverfe‘ling, harmless. bh cure. Mra. M. H. Baldwin, Box 1212, Chicago, lL Evi: events come from evil causes; and what we sufter springs. generally, from what we have done.—Ariste- phanes. Our grand business in life is not to sce what lies dimly at a distance, but to do what lies clearly at hand.—Car- tyle. Justice is the constant desire and et- fort to render every man his due— Justinian. Piso’s Cure for Consumption has been a God-send te me.—Wm. B. McCleliau, Chester, Florida, Sept. 17, 1895. The Florists’ Hall Assoetation of the United States carries $800,000 insur ance en hot houses. One man is probably just as good as another, but he usually eonsiders bim- self a little better. The reform candidate is never con- spicuous on the regular machine ticket. When «a woman cuts @ man’s. ac- quaintance she looks daggers at him. The pawnbroker should not be cen- sured for keeping his pledges. —| |