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ero oe The Arnewood Mystery BY MAURICE EB. HERVEY. oe Author of “Dead Man's Court,’’ ‘‘Somerville’s Crime,’’ “Dartmoor,” ‘‘Maravin’s Money,”’ etc., etc. ee oe 7) CHAPTER IX. (Continued.) T still possess the original handbill iven to me that evening, and it rans as follows: £5,000. FIVE THOUSAND — £5,000 POUNDS. REWARD. Whereas. upon the morning of No- vember 20th, the dead body of Luke found in a nd nd Arnewood, Gentleman, was ging house, Greek Street, Soh ‘reas, upon the medical evidence need at the inquest, a verdict re- ned of Wilful Murder against one, ‘khomas Webb, and another person or ersons unknown. The above reward will be paid by the undersigned, his tors or agents, for such “2 as may lead to the conviction of the said Thomas Webb, or any other r yn or persons concerned in the said murder. RICHARD (Captain ARNEWOOD., lusileers, Aldershot.) nad Military Club, Pic- 91st Hawkins & Co., 160 Exeter . Strand, W. C. O'Brien & Grudgery, Har- court. Street, Dublin. lt certainly looked a striking notice in print. And, since Captain Arnewood was so eager for publicity, I struck off six copies for immediate insertion in as of the leading dailies. Appar he had overlooked them, ithy CHAPTER X,. My Client Puzzles Me. Punctual as I was to my appointment I was not more so than whom hext morniz in Arnewood, y awaiting my ig the Morning Post as I en- but he had not noticed the re- notice in the agony column, and was, apparently, greatly pleased when 1 showed it to him. “An excellent idea of yours, Mr. Ww .” he remarked, “and one which strange to iy—never occurred to me. However, what with the newspa- pers and the Dill posters, matters should become lively for the man who strargled Luke Arnewood, eh?’ et us hope so,” I answered. “The readers of the great lies must num- ber several millions, and they are of all Glasses. Within a few days the news of the reward will have spread throughout the United Kingdom, and your poste will serve to keep public interest alive in the matter. But, can IT found he demanded, pausing— in the act of decapitating an egg—for my reply. “Simply beeause no aetual »s in the crime could claim the re- ard without putting a rope around his own neck as well as around that of the actual murderer; and I believe that the man who planned your cousin's necom- death is too cle av Z cidental discoverer of his secret live. This, T may add, is also In- spector Traill’s opinion, Indeed, he goes the length of asserting that the inissing lodger, Webb, was made way 1 in obedience to the old murder * goodness sake, don’t quote addie-iiehded inspector's theories!” hé exclaimed, irritably. “I have placed affair in your hands, not in his!” Jery well, Captain Arnewcod, I re- ined, feeling strongly tempted te ile at his persistent antipathy to the police. “My own individual opinion is that, for the reasons I have stated, too much reliance must not be placed upon the reward, however well advertised, It forn such in- y your lib- m however, bring ition as will fully jus ity and foresight.” ~Yime will tell.” was his comment upon the not over-hopeful forecast. “Meanwhile, I want to get those post. ers off-my mind. How am I to pro- mply write me an order upon your printers for their delivery to Hawkins & Co. Our people will do the vest through the big agencies.” “Come! That's what I call business!” he exclaimed, h ily swallowing his coffee as he proceeded to write the re- quired order. I then urged him, as gently as I eould, to write to the Home Secretary, and, if possible, see one of the Upper Secretaries forthwith at the Home Office. “We stand to lose rather than gain,” I pointed out, “by appearing to act in- dependently of, or at cross purposes with, the police, however widely our methods of inquiry may differ from theirs.” <7 suppose you know best in a mat- ter of this sort,” he answered, some- what reluctantly, “and I'll follow your adv What is the use of employing an expert and ignoring his instructions? it’s some comfort to know that the ad- -vertisements are out and the posters well under way. Oh! by-the-bye, my solicitors want me over in Ireland. “There’s no reason why I should not run ‘s to-night, 2. s there? “None that I am aware of,” I replied. “What I mean is that my presence in ‘London is not essential, so far as you are concerned ?” “Certainly not. In facet, there are one or two points in connection with your late cousin’s antecedents which you might elucidate better on the spot han I could by mere correspondence with Messrs. Grudgery & O’Brien. you make a note of them?” “With pleasure,” he a =. sheet of note paper with childish eagerness. o almos' “Pire away!” “ask them whether your cousin, in any of his later letters to them, gave any definite information as to his po- sition financially. What I want to get at is whether or not he would be likely fo arrive in London with any consider- able sum in his possession.” oe “T understand,” remarked the cap tain. “Anything els “Yes, one more thing, I answered, speaking wery deliberately and fixing my eyes full on his face. ‘fo how ma persons and to whom did he communicate the fact that the missing heir was coming home by the Wai- roa?” er some moments Captain Arne- wood siared at me blankly, pencil in hand. The question had clearly sur- prised. if not startled him; but, al- though I am a good physiognomist, and had the advantage of taking him unawares, L co detect no positive indication of any y fear upon his pale, thin counte What I read there vy rather an expression of sud- denly-aroused anxiety. I was fairly > but I ited for him to k without appearing to notice his hesitation. “That seems to me a question,” he id, at lengt with a poor attempt-at a smile, it ean be answered with any sort of accuracy. But I'm afraid it can’t. The Arne- wood succession has been ordjnary very clever club gossip in Dublin for months past, everyone knew that old Basil's returning to claim his and gran¢ inhe “Ve rejoined, quietly; Did every- know he was returning by the co ain the same anxious, worried and the same hesitation in reply- y reference to the Wairoa evi- y struck some chord in Captain wood’s memory which jarred his y neves sorely. . He pressed his hand to his left side, as though in sud- den pain, and walking, with obvious effort, to a sideboard, helped himself to some brandy. “It’s nothing,” he said, faintly de- clining my proffered arm. I shall be likely.” T “put that is not the point. ene all right in a minute or two. I suffer from weak heart-action.” His prediciion proved true. The at- tack of faintness passed off almost as quickly as it had come on, I am not much of a doctor, but I could see that the iucident was no mere device to awkward topic, and that his as the true one. Yet, ai- person suffering from heart liable to be stricken down at any moment, I could scarcely suppose that there had been no casual connec- tion between the recent attack and my reiterated mention of the Wairo There was @ s..eleton !~ the cles somewhere. But what that particular skeleton was I had yet to discover. Now, it was obviously my cue to keep my suspicions to myself. I ac- cordingly dropped the Wa 2 entire- ly, and confined my remarks to the subject of heart troubles. All invalids love to talk of their ailments. Captain Arnewood was no exception to the rule, and I soon had him entirely at his ease again. I wanted to under- stand my man better. “T’ve always known that my heart is all wrong,” he explained, “but it is only within the past month or so that it has ed me any serious trouble. ion to cross over to Ireland s for about a fortnight, and ill during almost the whole of my stay there. Since my return to London I have been ever so much bet- ter; in fact, the twinge I had just now was the first I have experienced for more than a week.” “And yet you propose starting for Dublin to-night?” “TL cannot help myself,” he rejoined. “Tam beund to put in an appearance as the new owner of the family es- tates. But I shall cut my visit as shert as possible, I can aussure you. I have come to regard Ireland (although Tam an Trishman myself) as a verita- ble graveyard. And yet, up to the time of my last visit, I liked the country, and the climate suited me _ well enough.” “That's rather strange,” I remarked. “Did you take med advice?” “Yes: but the doctors, as usual, dis- agreed. The nearest approach to an intelligent explanation I could get was that the damp air favored certain rheumatic tendencies, which, in turn, reacted upon the heart. Anyhow, and whatever the reason, Ireland no lon- ger agrees with me, and I shall not stay there a day longer than°I can pein I literally dread going there at For the first time I began to enter- tain some slight misgivings as to my exciteable client's sanity. The differ- ence in climate between Dublin. and London, within a week of Christmas, could scarcely be so greatly to the dis- adventage of the Irish capital as he seemed to imagine. Indeed, the very reverse seemed far more likely, at this particular season. And yet, his dread of Ireland was very real. Why? Was it merely one of his fads? Or was the cupboard that contained the skeleton situated in the Emerald Isle? While I was endeavoring to think out answers to these questions the captain chatted away freely, and I al- lowed him to talk himself to a stand- still. I then assisted him to draw up a short memorial for the Home Secre- tary, and left him contentedly writing eut a fair copy of the document. He exacted a promise that I would keep him informed, by means of a daily re. port, of the progress of affairs; and he undertook to obtain replies from the solicitors to the two questions I had proposed. Finally, he wrote a check in favor of Hawkins & Co, for £200 on account, although I had not eyen hinted at any such provision. “I like to do things my own way,” he remarked. “You'll have to pay for the printing and advertising, and your inquiries must not be cramped for lack of funds. And now good-bye for the present, and good luck.” I cordially reciprocated these good wishes, and so for the time being (a | ed for sale wa | very brief time it turned out) we part- “Very good business, indeed,” was Mr. Hawkins’ verdict when I handed him the check. “It is a pleasure to work for a client so generous and con- siderate as Captain Arnewood. We must, we really must, get at the bot- tom of this mystery, Mr. Weston—for his sake as Well as our own, And, by the way, you must not cramp your pi sonal expenses.” As a matter of fact, IT never did. Still, it was pleasant to be allowed eyen a freer hand than usual. CHAPTER XI. The Steward Finds a Cluc. To judge frem the appalling number | of letters which reached the office—to | y nothing of a steady stream of call- | ers—the £5,000 reward had sunk deep into the minds of many persons pos- sessed of more leisure and imagination than money. I opened these letters at first hopefully, and finally despairing- ly. The so-called “information” offer- Ss usually of the vaguest and most worthless déscription. A large number of correspondents premised (under guarantee of strictest secrecy On my part, and in considera- tion of a round sum in advance) to re- veal the name and whereabouts of a man they “suspected” of complicity in the crime. Many others simply pro- pounded theories, which I was invited to adopt upon the pay results sys- tem. Several offered their services as detectives, on reasonable terms, ete. Out of several hundreds of letters, but two proved worth the trouble of perusal. Mr. Gray (the steward, it will be remembered, of the Wairoa) wrote briefly, but to the point. He hoped shortly to find a reliable clue to Mr. Arnewood’s movements for the first hour or so, at all events, after leaving the ship. “I had intended this tip for the po- lice.” he explained, candidly; “but, of course, I'll follow the big money. I've a wife and family to think of. If all goes well you'll hear from me again within twenty-four hours.’ Remem- bering the man, this sounded promis- ingly. The other letter was from a fellow- passenger, who, after expressing his regret and horror, informed me that he had been asked by deceased, j be- fore the vessel entered the dock, if he could recommend a quiet bachelor’s hotel of good class; and that, in reply, he had suggested the “Beresford,” Convent Garden. He remarked that Arnewood made a memorandum of the address, and certainly left bim und the impression that he would follow his advice. He trusted that this clue might be of some use, and signed him- self “H. C. Burton,” giving his ad- dress as the Union Club, Birmingham. Clearly there were possibilities in this communication, also. The callers, if not quite so numerous as the letter-writers, were just as irm- tatingly remarkable for vagueness of statement, They were all brimful of advice, opinions and theories, but not one of them knew aught of the dead man or of his movements. The only ble helpful outcome of some scores of vexatious interviews was my engagement, at thir shillings a week, of a newsvendor who had known Tom Webb well, and who, rightly or wrongly, believed he had recently caught a glimpse of him in some slum in Clerkenwell. “Then, why on earth didn’t you fol- low him up ked, incredulously, “What for?” he retorted, d Be Ws give the bloomin’ ’tecs a lift? Not much. ‘Tom must know he’s wante thinks I, and, if he’s druy to hide his- self, ’tain’t my business to split on ‘im an’ do myself no good.” “Was the police reward out, then?’ IT inauired. “No,” was the reply; “it warn’t.” I guessed as muc! The man really believed he had seen Webb (with whom he must have been on intimate terms to speak of him as Tom)(, but was too loyal to betray him to the po- lice—gratis. Our big reward made all the difference. “Well,” I said, “I may as well tell you at once that IT am sure you are mistaken, and that the man you saw was not Webb at all. But I will give you a fair chance of verifying your epinion, I'll give you thirty shillings a week, with one shilling a day extra fer expenses. s0 as to enable you to give the whole of ycur time to hunting up Webb. How does that suit you?” “First-class,” he answered, briskly. “No harm, I suppose, in carrying a few papers about with me? The po- lice might have a nark on me, if they saw me loafin’ around empty-handed.” “All right,” I responded. “Ply your present calling enough to keep out or trouble; but, for your own sake, don't neglect the job I’ve intrusted to you. Report yourself here every morning at 10 o’clock, and the cashier will give you six shillings. Here’s half a sover- eign to start you. And now, off with yeu!” “Thankee, sir; never fear!” I had very little doubt that he would attend, with great punctuality, for his daily pay, and could only hope that he would do his utmost to earn it. If only poor Tom Webb should be discoy- ered, after all! What possible explan- ation (short of complicity in the crime) would he have to account for his dis- appearance? With my utmost effort of will-power I thrust this maddening and wholly unanswerable question from my mind, and resolved to pay Mr. Gray a surprise visit. I made myself comfortable during the cold drive this time, in a fur-lined overcoat which, in additiom to keeping me warm, would be calculated, I thought, to impress the steward with a proper sense of my dignity and im- portance. I drove straight to the docks, not even calling at the White Bear on the way, and was again fortu- nate in finding Mr. Gay on board the Wairoa. He received me with all his former civility, and, being off duty, gladly accepted an invitation to ac- company me astiore. At my request, he piloted me to a quiet little hotel, where, in a private room, we could converse at our ease over cigars ana refreshments. “Have you anything fresh to add to this?’ I inquired, producing his lette:, “I bave come upon the off-chance that you might have.” “Yes—and no,” was his sor#xwhat enigmatical reply. “Let me explain, Ali my inquiries on board proved fu- tile, until, 1 chanced to hear from one T'll turn up reg’lar, of the cook’s boys that a stranger (who had somehow boarded the ship before she was made fast) gave him a shilling and a letter which he was to deliver at once to a saloon passenger tan.ed Arnewood. The boy saw noth- ing more of the stranger, but pocketed the shilling and proceeded to execute his commission. “Not knowing Mr. Arnewood by name, he naturally inquired from the first steward he met, who happened to be the bathman, Spratt. Spratt took the letter from the boy (despite the latter’s protests), saying he would de- liver it himself. As this probably meant the loss of a tip, the boy natur- ally resented the baihman’s action, and kept an eye upon his movements, with a view of subsequently claiming a share in any resulting gratuity. Spratt examined the address and en- velcpe very carefully, turning it over several times, and finally opened it. Tle read the contents eagerly, replac- ing the letter in a fresh envelope from the writing table in the saloon, re-ad- dressed it, and then coolly proceeded to deliver it to a passenger (presuma- bly Mr. Arnewood) in one of the state rooms.” “The dickens he did!” I exclaimed. “This is decidedly interesting. I have met this Mr. Spratt; and have his sol- emn urance that ke neither saw or heard anything of Arnewood after the ship entered the channel. Excuse me for anticipating you. But does a somewhat grimy person named Blogs come into your narrative, also?” “Well, as a matter of fact, he does,” assented the steward, in some sur- pri “as you will presently see. The boy, it seems, appealed to Spratt for a reward, and received a sound cuffing for his pains; whereupon he vowed vengeance against his tyrant, but re- solyed to wait a more favorable oppor- tunity of denouncing him than could be found in the hurry and bustle of disembarkation. Still brooding over his wrongs and watching his enemy’s movemerts, he presently saw him in earnest conversation with the fifth en- gineer, the very man you just men- tioned, Blogg. At any other time he would have paid no attention io this, as the two men were known to be chums. But the bathman’s tampering with the letter made him suspicious, and he watched. “By this time the gangways were in position, and the passengers were scrambling ashore in their usual head- long fashion. Among them was a tall man, ¢: ing a small brass-bound va- lise, in whose movements Spratt and the engineer seemed strangely inter- ested. Immediately he landed, he was accosted by the same stranger who had given the boy the letter, and led away, semewhat hurriedly, to a broug- ham, in which he at once drove away, leaying the stranger, apparently, to pass his luggage through the ecastom house. “When the brougham went Blogg sprang hastily to the gangway, as though about to start in pursuit, but (perhaps realizing the unlikelihood of overtaking it) went quietly ashore and kept a watchful eye upon the sirang- er, little dreaming that he was being shadowed himself just as carefully by the boy, who was now resolved to see the thing through, even if he had to take French leave of the ship for a few hours to do so. Vell, the stranger succeeded in clearing the luggage (which merely consisted of two portmanteaus and a box) smartly enough, and had them conveyed to a spring-cart, which he had in waiting by his own servant. He then took his seat beside the latter and drove Citywards, in the track of the brougham, followed by Blogg at a smart run. Whereupon the boy start- e@in pursuit of Blogg.” “Quite dramatic,” I remarked. “Is it not rather strange, though, that these incidents should have attracted no at- tention?” “Not very, if you take into account the hurry and confusion of disembark- ing,” replied Mr. Gray. “Everyone is too busy to pay much heed to any busi- ness but his own. You must observe, also, that the prompt dispatch of Mr. Arnewood in a private brougham and the handling of his luggage solely by a stranger and his servant were clear! devices to cbviate the necessity of hir- ing a cab or employing porters. The whole affair was evidently planned to burke subsequent inquiries as to Mr. Arnewood’s movements, and (as_ it would seem) with his own sanction.” “How far did Blogg and the boy fol- low the dog-cart?” I inquired. “It soon passed out of sight, but Blogg kept on doggedly in pursuit for about two miles, pausing now and then, apparently. to make inquiries. At last, thoroughly blown and ey hausted, he jumped into a passing hansom, The boy, having but a shil- ling, and dressed as he was, was una- ble to follow suit, and had to abandon the chase.” “Did he take the enh “He says he did, but forgot it again before he could borrow a pencil to jot it down. He was anxious, moreover, to get back to the Wairoa before his absence should be discovered, and, fa- vored by the confusion, managed to sneak on beard unquestioned.” “And Blogg?” “He did not return to the ship for nearly three days. This prolonged ab- seree without leave very nearly led to his dismissal; but he got around the skipper, with some fairy-tale about a sick mother at Deptford, and escaped with a severe reprimand.” “This, then, is the clue you refer to in your letter, I suppose?” =” “Yes; but I hoped to improve it by later news about Blogg. Ever since the boy told me his story I haye bound him over to secrecy and have intrusted him with a special mission to watch both the bathman and the engineer. I ascertained yesterday that Blogg would be going to town to-day. He has done so, and so has the boy. I ex- pect to learn something when the lat- ter returns.” “You have acted with great judg- ment,” I said, cordially, ‘and you have certainly found a clue which should prove of the utmost value. I must see this boy of yours.” “He may be on board now,” rejoined Mr. Gray. “He is sure to return some time to-night. Will you await him on board? At the worst, I can offer you a wide choice of state-rooms to sleep in.” I at once accepted the offer, and wi presently adjourned to the Wairoa, (To be Continued.) - number of the SQUAW IS A WIFE. WILL SHARE IN MILLIONAIRE’S ESTATE. Romance of the Old Gold Days in Call- fornia Recalled by a Bitterly Con- tested Sult That Has Just Been Closed by tho Decision of a Court. Indian Lucy, who, as a dusky-hued maiden, sat upon the knee of John R. Hite, a California gold miner, twenty- eight years ago, and solemnly de- clared “Conna me oha,” while Hite, with equal gravity, replied, “Meenee conna longa,” has been declared the legal wife of the millionaire mine owner, though with the declaration comes annulment of the marital tie, for which she prayed. Thus has been de- cided one of the most unique cases ever tried in an American court, and one which has attracted attention throughout the United States. An In- dian marriage under the old statute has been declared valid, and as a con- sequence John R. Hite will be called upon to share his millions with the woman who, in times of adversity, occupied his humble miner’s cabin and administered to his wants, but who, when wealth lay at his feet, was thrown aside, as a cast-off garment, to have her place usurped by a white woman. The other day Judge Joseph P. Jones, before whom the celebrated case was tried, handed down the long-looked for decision. It not only makes “Lucy” Mrs. Hite in the eyes of the world, but allows her $50 monthly alimony, pend- ing further action for a division of community property and gives to her attorneys $4,000 in fees. Though the decision does not so mention, it is ob- vious that Hite’s subsequent marriage to Celia Nougues, who nursed him through a critical illness, is invalid. Next will come a suit for the wife’s share of the wealth the millionaire has amassed, and doubtless long delays and stubbornly contested appeals, which may drag along for years in court. The history of this unusually interesting case, at points, is as dramatic as the early life of John Hite and “Lucy” was romantic. In 1858, Hite, a tall, muscular and handsome southerner, came to California and drifted into Mariposa county. He was a favorite in the mining camps, and when he took a pretty young Indian woman into his cabin, after the irresponsible fashion of the early days, there were none to question his right. She followed him about on his prospecting tours, and it was her keenness which located the spot, which, from Hite’s first prospect- ing, developed into the great Hite mine and made its owner a millionaire. This pretty Indian woman died, but a younger sister, “Lucy,” survived, and though she was then the mistress of another’s cabin, Hite induced her to come to him, and he gloried in the ownership of the prettiest squaw in the county. Then, after a time, those In- dian words were spoken which meant to Hite, “I am your wife,” and to the girl, “I am your husband.” Lucy grew old and Hite tired of her as his wealth increased. Finally, in October, two years ago, the millionaire married a former nurse, casting off ‘“Lucy.”” Then came the suit for acknowledgment and wealth, the decision of which has just been handed down. The action was for divorce on the ground of infidelity, naming Cecilia Nougues as co-respond- ent, though she had gone through the marriage ceremony with Hite, for ali- mony and a division of community property. In answer Hite declared he had never married “Lucy,” disclaimed her title to ‘wife,’ declaring Cecilia Hite was his lawful wife and denying the existence of any community prop- erty. The divorce action was begun in Mariposa Sept. 25 of this year, but subsequently was transferred to San Francisco. A bitter legal struggle ensued. So intense did the conflict wage that it engendered hard feelings among the attorneys, and at one time the “lie” was bandied in the court room, direct- ed at Attorney W. W. Foote of Hite’s counsel, who had charged in a stinging speech, that blackmail was being at- tempted. The scene at the time was one of excitement, heightened by talk of “guns,” “assassination” and other similar expressions. Finally the case was ended and Judge Jones retired to Mariposa county to prepare his dect- sion. Prior to this time the Supreme court was appealed to to make an order allowing “Lucy” alimony and sufficient funds out of Hite’s hoard with which to prosecute her case. 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