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ny ee See oe oe oe The Arnewood Mystery BY MAURICE 8. HERVEY. oe Author of “(Dead Man's Court,’’ ‘‘Somerville’s Crime,’’ ‘“Dartmoor,”” ““Maravin’s Mouey,’’ etc., etc. CHAPTER XIX—(Continued.) The light that had dawned upon me fm the bedroom at Hamps B seemed to grow clearer. If Dick gseriions were true (and IT saw no r son to doubt them) the murdered 1 simply an imposter who had per- ted the real Luke Arnewood, and bad too, with considerable clevernce he thing was, obviously, quite pos ble. One had only to suppose him in- timate crough with the real man to feari: his true parentage, to have $ to papers, and to have seen my A clever scoundrel would vertisement quickly his chance. The subse- quent ¢ spondence, backed up. by the stolen document nd the photo- graph, weuld follow, a matter of eourse. No one over here knew Luke Arnewood; the game seemed a sate . provided the real man did equently turn up. Had_ the en this risk, or was Luke one met sul adverturer Arbewood de: Té flashed across my mind that the man who had returned by the Wairoa auscd himself to be tattooed on d by a quartermaster. He had ehesen the initials L. A. for his arm, and the punning R. N. (wood) upon his | an imitation of the man ting. And now these with precisely the jens, were found upon the arm of the imbecile digger, y had pulled out of the n in conjunction with the Rainsforth had, that very Breast, cle he was person very same lette day, “ked to within a mile or so of this hafi, he conclusion tble as it was start- must haye watched opportunity to push Dicky’s protege down the sha ¢ s- fand in the full belief that his vietin y dead at the bottom. And, the evidence seemed to indi- y strongly that this resusci ed m the real heir to Arne- wood Hall. Well, if all this were in- deed so, the vengcance of Heaven had dy aken the would-be mur- di _ Was it still my duty to hunt down his slayer, or did my task end here? Y thought of my promise to Madge, that answered the auestion. Her broth- ther was still “wanted” for the Greek street murder, and, even though in- gene, 2 criminal lunatic asylum would still be his doom, upon the finding of the coroner's jury. So far as O’Brien and Grudgery were concerned (and Hawkins & Co., too, for the matter of that), the case might, perhaps, be re- garded as concluded. But for me, it would end only with the fulfillment of my mission. I needed help. kindly little Strong M ce? He w Why not take the n ent ly into sitting oppo- hought. id, abruptly, “light your pipe, mix yourself some grog, en to me. IT need your advice. may be I shall ne the help of “And, by the w my real name swered. iters) Van- is Dirk ithout further preface, I told him all the main facts of the cas knew them. supplemented by plain deductions as seemed to ¥rom his own narrative. He listened fntenily, but never put in a word until E had finished. “And yet I have heard men say there fs no God,” was his cou;men “Why, Dame me. if His hand ain’t plain to be seen throughout the whole piece! * “You'll pardon me, sir, but | can’t Bard- ly realize yet the wonder of it all. Ned a genth an of family and fortune! Nat Rainsforth (who, no doubt. tried ‘to Kill him) murdered here in Londen, and poor. silly Tom suspected of the erime! It just fair Ss me to take it ali in, just at first.’ “I quite agree with you there, Dirk,” X sented. “We must accept the facts as they are, though, and see if we can mot bring everything to a satisfactory “termination. So far as T judge, the weeting at the house in Rodney av- enue between the stranger and Blogg is almost certain to result in conversa- tion of a compromising character: not Imporsibly, the whole scheme of the murder m pak out, especially if they should quarrel. We must contrive to be present, or, l events, within ear- shot at the interview, and we must be prepared, if need be. to seize the two confederates. One of them is a power- fal man, and both may be armed.” “Very good,” said Dirk, quiet! then we fad better go armed, also. But I think if I once get my grip on this Blogg I shall need nothing more than a. piece of cord to tie him up with. Can you age the othe ae I answered, “you may safely leave the stranger to me.” “May I just one question?” he in- quired, 1 little awkwardly. “Would it not be simpler, and even safer, to leave est of these two villains to the T answered, “it would, and In- ‘spector Traill would only be too pleased to have the job thrown into his hands. But my personal pride and—well, a great many reasons—impel me to see the thing through without police help.” “Say no more, sir.” rejoined Dirk. “Your reasons, whatever they are, are ‘more than sufficient for me. Only tell spe at what time and where I am to weet you to-morrow, and I'll be there, fully prepared, to the minute. Luckily, we don’t show to-morrow, and I can take a day off without any reference to the boss. As for Ned and Tom, it'll be a sort of Sunday for them. and they'll be as right as trivets until I get back.” “Very well, Dirk,” I said. “Meet me Were at 2 o’clock. Take a couple of my earis, in case you forget the address. ‘and now, help yourself to a night-cap and get back home; it’s past 1 o’clock smow, and you may need a good night's ‘eest for to-morrow’s work.” Despite his protests, I insisted upon seeing the worthy little Hercules into hand. I felt upon good terms with him, with myself and with all the urely, never had such an stroke of luck ever be- agent as had resulted m my visit to the Hampstead Roi show. CHAPTER XX, Blackmail. Somewhat to my prise, the news- yendor to whose accidental recognition | of Tom Webb I owed so much, did not put in his usually punctual apy but when I remembered the extra s ereign IT had given him, his absence did not surprise me much, zm could “ce ebrate a bit of luck,” like most of his tribe, and was probably not exactly in form for p: Almost ¢ ston called at my rooms, dressed in his very best suit, and looking broader and stronger than ever. He carried a pa cel, which proved to contain a leng of strong rope, and from his hip-pocket Phere, these pos tion. ow I feel re: scrimmage that may turn up, tho Id rather hé good rough-and-tum- ble for choic I took a revolver, also, and we start- ed eastwards, pretty confident as to the result should the expedition end in a tigh By previous rangement the Weiroa steward, Mr. Gr had agreed to keep Billy on board that afternoon, and when we reached the docks we ound that he found that he had kept his promise. He also told me that Blogg had resigned his place on board, although he there- ficed a month's wages, and yratt had obtained leave of ab- sence “to visit his sick mother.” fe don't quite trust Blogg.” r rked the steward, drily, “that keep an eye en him. have the least idea he’s being st owed himself by a ‘tec, but he i though, and been for some time back. Now, then, Billy, you know © ly what you have to do; just what s gentleman tells you, and ask no questions.” “Um fly, sir.” replied the boy, with one of his foxy leers. “We'd better get there a bit ahead of them too, hadn’t we? Without these gents wants ter get in by the windo And he looked doubtful width of sheulder. Ther sly, sound sense in this ‘ted upen it forthw us to the gates, ym account, Mr. Gray,” I whispered, slipping a ten-pound note into his hana, “fT trust yowil have some good news for your wife before morning.” ed nk you, and good-luc red, with a grateful look well in hand, si he ceded by Billy, we walked on to Redney Avenue, near which the boy halted out n jironmonge: “It ’as j struck me, ” he re- ked, ow an augt a good- sized gimlet would come in ’andy. You se, last time T could ‘ear most of what id, but I couldn’t see ‘em, on ac count of the door.” “The lads right,” said Dirk. me get it.” “Let “He soon emerged with the required tool, wrapped up in brown paper, which he described as “a half-inch.’ Pily chuckled and rubbed his hands. though whether with the prospect of perforating deors or spying upon Mr. Blogs, he did not inform us. We had decided to leave the question of our entrance into the hovse to him, and he took the lead with a full sense of his own importance. He certainly posses- sed the elements of s in his cunning young brain—coolness and audacity. We'd better not wait till it's quite dark,” he remarked, “for fear the oth- ers might get in afore we're ready for ‘em. It's dusky enough already, I reckon, seein’ the ‘ouse is set back a good from the road. Well, I'll walk in, carryin’ that gent’s pareel, as though IT was a shop-boy, and knock at the ’all door, just to make sure there ain't no one there yet. If there is, an’ they answer the knock, why, I just ask if Mrs. Brown lives there,’ an’ ‘ooks it. But. of course, there won't be no one, an’ so round I goes to the as bold as though I lived there. Then I shins up the ladder and in through the window, same afore, an’ opens the front door for you two gents, arter I whistles.” “That boy'll die in gaol yet, if he don’t get hanged,” muttered Dirk, shaking his head. as Billy sauntered down the footpath, swinging his par- cel and whistling “Ta-ra-boom-de-ay” in realistic errand-hoy style. i It was our special business to see that no policeman was watching his movements; an easy task, seeing that there was not a guardian of the law in sight. In a remarkably short space of time we heard the whistle-signal, and were admitted into the house. it was quite dark in the hall, but our y uthful guide had profited by his previous experience, and now produced a small bull’s-eye lantern in great tri- umph. Te lit it, tested the slide to see that it worked smoothly, and led the way down stairs into the kitchen. It was a large one, and fairly well fur- nished with cooking utensils but show- ing no signs of recent use. It had two doors beside the one we entered by, and both were locked, though the keys had not been removed. One opened in: toascullery. The other gave entrance into a small room containing various adds and ends. brushes. hoxes af sean. ab and foreing a hali-erown into his | about the strength of it, and wants to | He don’t seem to } } | stai ad kept his promise | | marked advantage. ete., and, apparently, had once been used as a sort of store room. “This is our plant,” remarked Dirk, delightedly. “Could scarcely be better for our purpose. We've only got to lock the door from the inside, bore a couple of holes, as suggested by our smart young friend here, and we'll see and hear all that goes on splendidly, Billy, my lad, just take your boots off and slip up into the hall, so as to be able-to warn us should you hear a latch-key in the front door, will you?” “All right, guv’ner,” said the boy, with a longing look at the augur. “I'll keep cavey. If you hear a cat miaow- ing up stairs, deuse the glim right away. and lock the door.” at about yourself?” I inquired. “Well, I'd rather get back here, of course,” he replied, “but I mightn’t get down fast enough, specially in the dark. Besides, ’tain’t no dead certain- ty as they'll meet down here at all this time. There’s ’eaps of other rooms up stai So I'll just ’ang about on the , and perhaps dodge down later on, me as afore. So, go ahead with yo holes, guv’ner.” “[ don’t believe that lad will hang, after all,” growled Dirk, as the boy dis- appeared, noiselessly. “He could see and hear everything safely by remain- ing with us, and yet he’s taking a big risk up stairs, upon the off-chance of being useful. There's grit in him, sir!” I thought so, too, and registered a mental memo. very considerably to Billy’s subsequent advantage. Mean- while, Dirk had got his augur at work, from the kitchen side (to insure clean, unsplintered holes), and our peep-holes were speedily made. There was the risk, of course, that they would be 1% ticed; but this risk, such as it was, haa to be taken, Then we stacked the con- tents of the room in a corner, so as to allow ourselves elbow room without danger of upsetting anything, and, ex- tinguishing the lantern beforehand, awaited the cat-call. Waiting under such circumstances is an excellent tegt alike of a man’s nerve and his temper, and [T must confess that the Dutch- man's racial phelegm gave him a I was becoming quite irritable from excitemen:, waen the welcome feline cry at length reached our ears, and the watchful Dirk had quickly locek us in. A minute later some one entered the kitchen, which was thereupon illumin- ated by an execrably-feeble hand- lamp. This the neweomer placed on the central table, and, as the light fell upon his face, I surprised to ree- ognize, not the stranger, but Mr. Phil- ip Blake. ‘The master has come, in- stead of the man,” was my natural in- renee, (To Be Continued.) Earnings Versus Salary. is in the employ of our a Philadelphia salesman, “a young man who is assistant book- keeper. He’s a steady chap. minds his own business, and is as shrewd as they make them. The other day the senior partner of the firm, who seldon econ ‘ound, made a tour of inspec- tion, and as he approached the assist- ant bookkeeper he noticed the solemn expression on his face. Desiring to be congenial, he said: ““Flow are you, young man? I see you are at your wo That is good. Close attention to business will always bring its own reward. Tell me, what are you earning now a week? “The young man, with a moment’s hesitation, answered: “Twenty dollars, 5 but IT only get half of that. ”— New York Tribune, Historie House Sold. White Webbs, Enfield, is to come un- der the hummez on the 1: day of this month, In 570) Queen Elizabeth granted old White Webbs ouse to her physician, Robert Huicke, and “Guido stated in his confes- sion that Father Garnet took the house from “Dr. Hewicke.” The house gained its greatest notoriety in con- nection with the gunpowder plot, and a carnival is held every year on the November in the district. aid at the house with the consp’ ors from the Wednesday till the Sunday before his arrest on No- vember 4, 16¢ period that Har nb Ainsworth makes his remantiec marriage take place in the forest with Vi heroine in his “Guy Fawke This forest is part of the original Enfield Chase. a portion of which is included in the estate of about fifty acres.- Londor. Leader. Produce Little Shock. In North Africa all the wounded men agree is to the very small amount of shock produced by the Mauser bul- let, many stating that they went on seme distance after feeling that they were hit, one man telling me that he did not notice being hit at all until he began to feel dizzy and found that he had lost a lot of blood. One notable circumstance is that the vast majority of the wounds are in the extremities. This the men attribute to the wild firing of the Boers, and to the fact that they were generally hit just at the moment of leaving or taking cover. A New Motive Power. While one group of inventors is at work on liquid air as a motive power, with a temperature enormously below zero, another makes a claim of. re- markable merits for superheated wa- ter in light and heavy transportation. The water is heated in upright steel tubes to 150 degrees above the tem- perature of steam in a locomotive. When released into an engine it ex- pands nearly 1,000 times and performs the services required of a storage. pow- er—Indianapolis News. Gatacre Had Gumption. Gen, Gatacre, a day or two before embarking, remarked to a military friend that our forces were not by any means going to an easy task in South Africa. “It was no child’s play in the Souden,” said he, “but it will be stern work against the Boers, and I can tell you that I don’t expect to be present at an unbroken succession of victories. We shall win eventually by sheer per: severance.”—London Daily News. The Incomes of Sovereigns. Russia’s Czar has an income of $1,000 per hour, the Sultan $850, the Emperor of Austria $500, the Kaiser $450, the King of Italy $330, Queen Victoria the same, the French Presi- dent $250, the King of the Belgians $85 and the President of the United States $7.50 per hour.—Chicago News. A MINNESOTA FARMER WRITES OF WESTERN CANADA WHERE HE !S NOW LOCATED. The Farms in His Neighborhood Are Belng Rapidly Taken Up by Former Residents of the United States. The following extracts from a letter written to Mr. Benj. Davies, Canadian government agent at St. Paul, Minn., give an excellent idea of what is said of Western Canada by those who have gone there during the past two or three years. “When we first arrived here and took up our homes on the prairie near Dalesboro, Assa., for a short time we had a fit of the ‘blues,’ but now all hands are settled to business, hale, hearty and contented, enjoying the finest winter we have ever seen. We have got very comfortably situated, with considerable preparations for a crop, and all hopeful. I think this is a very fine country, and if the past sea- son’s crop is not an exception, which they claim not, I believe this is going to be the wheat field of the West. It is filling up fast. In this township last spring there were 25 quarter-sections of land vacant and today there is not one. I can stand at my house and count ten houses where there was not one last spring, with six more to go up this spring. This is only a sample of what is going on all round. We intend to build a church next summer, right close to my place, so we will be strictly in line. It would have amused you to have been here last spring. There were crowds of land-seekers, and some- times in the spring the prairie is not very inviting, and of course lots were discontented. There was one in the crowd who jumped on me for putting a letter in the paper, only for which he never would have come ,here, and he was very hostile, but eventually he got a place and today claims he would not take a thousand dollars and move out, so I am glad he is satisfied. “Well, my dear sir, as Arthur Fin- ney is about to move out in March, with his family, and also one of my sons, anything you ean do for them to assist them along and to make things smooth as possible, will be greatly appreciated by me. I will close for this time, and will write from time to time to let you know we are living. Drop us a few lines to let us know how things are moving in St. Paul. “Yours Respectfully, “ALEX. CAMERON.” QUEER INSCRIPTIONS. Mottoces on Old Sword Blades Show the Sentimentality of Fighters. Rovgh as the fighters of old were, the inscriptions which they put on their swords often showed not only considerable poetic instinct, but senti- mertality. “Faithful in adversity” is such a sentence engraved on an old sword of the seventeenth century. In a collection of blades of the sixteenth eentury are these inscriptions: “I quarrel.” “God give me speed that my foe be beat indeed.” “With this defense and God's will, all my enemies I shall still.” “In battle I will let my- self be used.” “When I my sword uplift in strife, God give the sinner eternal life.” “Trust in God, bravely war, therein your fame and honor are.” “Your aim alone be God’s great name. Who dares deny, strike thou him lave.” Every soldier fine, look on this sign, and use his hand for God and the land.” On blades from the eighteenth cen- tury are these inscriptions: “Nothing better in the world thou hast than to hold loye and friendship fast.” “I serve.” “A good blade I1—who would deny—let him meet me and I will hola will cost him or blood or gold.”— New York Press. Will Sugar Be Our King. TLe werld moves and its motion is constant and surprising. Any one who would have predicted a few years ago that the center of the sugar-producing region would shortly shift from the tropical to the temperate zone would have been laughed at. But this pre- cisely what has happened toward the close of the nineteenth century. Two- thirds of the world’s sugar crop is now produced from beets raised in the tem- perate zones of Germany, Austria, Fravee and the United States. Twen- ty years ago the beet sugar crop in the world was one-fifth of the entire production. The past year the cane sugar crop-was cve-third of the beet sugar product. While the production of cane sugar has scarcely doubled during the twenty years, sugar from beets has more than quintupled. Meauwtkile the price of sugar has fall- en more than half. It is easy to fore- sec the time wher the Western farmer may be the greatest producer of sugar in the world. Then, sugar, instead of cotton or corn, may be the king of Avierican ereps.— Leslie’s Weekly. Alas! Too True. Poeticus—The poet is never so happy as when writing his poems. Cynicus—I know something he likes to do even better than that. Poeticus—What? Cynicus—Read them to his friends, —Judy. Then She Wanted It Too. Mrs. Willful—My husband told me if I didn’t like this brooch you'd ex- change “it for me. Jeweler—Certainly, madam. I'll be only. too glad, as four different ladies of your set wanted it.—The Jewelers’ Weekly. ‘Weary’s Advice. “Say, Weary, I'm thinkin’ of going on the stage as Romeo.” “How's dat, Limpy?’ “Why. dey say dat de new Romeo in de New York gran’ opry never shaves.” “Well, den’t you go on, Limpy, till you hear fof a Romeo dat never bathes.”—Cleveland Plain Dealer. Negotiations have been in progress with a view to amalgamating a large number of hotels in the north of Ire land. White Arsenic as a Poison, Is not white arsenic formula for spraying an improvement on Paris- green, as the latter is so difficult to hold in solution? C. H., Lima, Ohio. Rural New Yorker publishes the fol- lowing replies: The white arsenic formula has been perfectly satisfactory, and we have used quite extensively for three sea- sons. So far as we have heard from those using it, it has given general satisfaction. It is an improvemegt on Paris-green, both as regards efficiency and cheapness, We use it in connec- tion with Bordeaux Mixture altogeth- er; the lime in the Bordeaux Mixture prevents injury to foliage which would occur if the arsenic formula were used alone.—W. J. Green, Ohio Experiment Station. eee The white arsenic has nothing to recommend it, except the fact that we get a uniform product. The arsenate of soda, which is produced by boiling white arsenic and caustic soda, is hor- ribly, injurious to plant foliage, and unless it is completely neutralized with lime or in some other way, it is very dangerous. In the use of arsenic as an insecticide, the chief point to be looked to is the amount of actual. ar- senic in the mixture, and its insolu- bility. Paris green comes as near to being insoluble as any material on the market, but it varies seriously in the actual amount of arsenic, even when pure, that is, free from adulterations and when made by the same manu- facturer. Personally I have had very little experience with the white arsenic formula, and what I have seen of it makes me hesitate to recommend it. We have something very much better in arsenate of lead, or as it has been called, “Gypsine.” This is more easily made than the white arsenic mixture, is always uniform, is absolutely harm- less to foliage, and if once the farmer becomes used to it, will give him iden- tical results when used under similar conditions.—John B. Smith, New Jer- sey Experiment Station. of e8 We have not made very extended trials of white arsenic as an insecti- cide for general purposes, because of its color, being so like many other harmless substances it will much more endanger life than Paris green, and the uncertain results obtained by the aver- age farmer or horticulturist, in the combination of the arsenic and soda. I do not think it in any way superior to Paris green—S. T. Maynard,Massa- chusetts Ex. Station. New Zealand and Other Kinds of Apples. For about 15 years we have been ex- perimenting with Russian varieties, and it has been established that they are a failure in our variable climate, says John Gabler in Rural World. It was thought that they would be very hardy, coming from the north of Eu- rope. Nature is contradictory. Rus- sian apples, as Emperor Alexander and Belle de Pointoise, were nearly killed jast winter. The wood was discolored, while those coming from southern countries stood the winter finely. The saying is now, “Our ideal apple has to come from the south,” and on this theory our pomologists at Washington are working, too. A few years ago they forwarded me a collection of Hun- garian apples. Some of them are very promising. Lately they have sent me twelve varieties from New Zealand, and in those New Zealand varieties I have great faith. The Bismark apple, which comes to use from that coun- try, is hardy as an oak, and is a per- fect success here. Those little trees I have here will be full of apples again this season. The New Zealand has a fruiting pe- euliarity not found dn any varieties of apples we have, that is, they bear on the young wood, just like a peach tree. They are rapid growers and the stronger the tree grows, the larger the fruit will get, until they produce ap- ples weighing from two to three pounds. It seems this blooming peculiarity on the young wood not only the Bis- mark has, but some more of the New Zealand varieties, because I noticed flower buds on the scions, which I re- ceived this winter. It takes years of time and labor for such experiment- ing, but it is a great charm to see something new coming forth. Effect of Salt in Batter. Several years ago I experimented by taking three ounces of butter; ounce No. 1 was salted and worked and formed in a block same as 1 do all finished butter; ounce No. 2 was salted and worked but I tried not to evenly distribute the salt; ounce No. 3 was not salted. It was put in the cellar for two days. It was then brought up and examined. No. 1 was perfect in every way, No. 2 was badly mot- tled, No. 3 was of a light color. The light spots in No. 2 were of the same shade as No. 3, the yellow spots were same shade as No. 1. This test satis- fied me that not working the salt evenly through the butter caused it to get mottled, and that salt also changes the color of butter, says a contributor to National Stockman. So many dairy writers advise too low temperature of cream for churning. We churned 25 pounds of butter today,Jan. 2, and temperature of cream was 69 degrees F. The butter came in very nice granules. Had we _ started to churn at a low temperature we might be churning yet. Some writers advise as low as 54 degrees. If any dairyman will come and churn our cream, say 12 gallons, at 54 degrees and get but- ter in one hour, he can have all the butter he can churn out of that amount of cream. Dishes for watering fowls should not in the winter be placed where the wind will blow over them, as this tends to take away the heat in the water and cause quick freezing, Unfulfilled Programme. Visitor (in Kansas —town)—What made you people cool off sogsuddenly toward General Funston? Native — Well, when he walked through the city he used the bridges instead of swimming the streams.— Baltimore American. Barnacles on Ocean Cables. The recent investigations for cable laying in the Pacific Ocean have re- vealed the fact, that if not upon rock bottom, they become encrusted with seaweeds, heavy enough to break them. This is like dyspepsia, which grows until it breaks down the health. Hos- tetter’s Stomach Bitters will cure it, as well as indigestion, liver and kidney troubles. An Expurgating Typewriter. Bobbs—I see that a man has invent- ed a typewriter that you just sit down and talk to and it writes out every- thing you say. Dobbs—I guess I'll keep mine. She doesn’t write everything I say, and I’m glad of it.—Baltimcre American: Than Words.”’ What does Hood's Sarsa- parilla do? The answer comes full - throated from a gigantic chorus of healthy men and happy women. ‘It does just what it.claims to do.”’ It purifies the blood as nothing else can. The number of those who answer thus is legion and their sentiment is unanimous. Kidney Trouble —“‘Grip left me with severe pains in my back and kid- neys. Could not walk without support. I began taking Hood’s Sarsaparilla and was soon relieved. Am also cured of catarrh and indigestion.’” W. A. Reed, 47 Mowry Avenue, East Providence, R. L _Hood’s Pills eure liver rte to take The Selfish Thing. “No, mamma,” sobbed the unhappy young wife, “George doesn’t love me. 1 found it out last night.” “Oh, my poor child,” the mother ex- claimed, “what has happened? Ah. I see it all! You found a letter in his pocket!” “It wasn’t. that,’ the miserable young weman answered; “he ame home and told me that he bad had his life insured.” “Well?” “Well, if he really loved me, wouldn’t he have had mine insured instead of selfishly going and having all this pro- t ion put upon himself ?’—Chicago ‘Times-Herald. GUCCESS FOR THE DAIRY. To secure the best results in the care of milk aud butter, attention must be given details. The milking must be properly done, and all vesse!s used must be kept scrupulously clean by washing morning and night in hot water with Ivory Soap, then rinsing weil in cold water and setting out to air and sun. ELIZA R. PARKER. A Misnomer. n who spends all Bg in the library nights writing for dear “Who i his days ¢ and all h life?” Ie? He's one of the busiest people alive. He writes those long. chatty chapters signed The Lounger.’ ”"— Washington Star Friendly Comment. “Tam afraid my speech was a little too long,” said the orator. “No,” said his friend, “I dent think it was, considering you were ouly t ing. If you had had anything to it would have been better to kave used fewer words.”—Indianapolis Press. THE Pleasantest, most powerful, effective and never failing REMEDY for Rheumatism Masi. LA GRIPPE and CATARRE! If all knew what thousands know of the efficacy of “S Tbk MARE PYROPS” as a Curative as well as a Preventive of any Ache or Pain known to the human body. there would not be a family in all America without a bottle of ‘5 DROPS!" Send for trial bottle, 25, or large bottle, con- taining 300 doses, $1.00, 6 bottles for $5- SWANSON RHEUMATIC CURE CO., 160-164 E. Lake St., Chicago, Ll. nD EL POM et. SLICKER in the hardest storms, Ask for MONEWDY for OLD SOLDIERS Union soldiersand widows of soldiers who made homestead before 22,1874 of less than entries June 160acres (no matter ee ne ey ’ bd if they have not sold their additional homest: rights, should address, with full particulars, give ing district, &c. HENRY N. OOPP, Washington, D.C. dé :