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— RENE | og Rickerby’s Folly 3 By TOM GALLON Coreen nrg QeLLLLLLL 0-0-0-0-0-0-0-:0-000-00000000000 CHAPTER XXIi—(Continued.’ “Olive’—he bent his head towards fer and put into his voice and into his ‘words all the earnestness he could com- mmand—‘“I swear to you that I am dy- img. Remember the time when first you came to this house to find me; re- member they told you that 1 was dead. It was not true; put your lips to mine, and tell me if you touch my lips or not ~tell me that they are flesh and blood! E4isten again! I have been put into this place in order that the bright flames you see all about us may reach me and lick away my life. Olive—for the love @f all the old days, comeback to life— ame back to love!” She heard—she understood; there wept in upon her, like light, the awful mature of the danger, the reality of what wars happening. It was a real end living woman, with fear and love knocking hard at her heart, that clung abcut the neck of Gilbert Rickerby and turned a face of horror ta the flam's that were roaring about ther.i. “Quick!” he whispered. “There— where the flames are least—by the dressing table—you'll find a razor fhere—get it—hack at these ropes. Oh, thank God, thank God, whatever hap- pens, you have ccme back to me? Quick!" She darted across to the .table; he eaw her through the smoke, tossing things wildly in all directions; she came back in a moment with something bright in her hand3. Sobbing with ex- efternent and anxiety and love and joy and all ecmbined, she bent over and slashed away at the ropes which bound ‘im fo the bedstead. When he was free fe staggered forward and fell upon his knees, trembling as though with an egue. i She ran again to the side of the room and came back with some water, which @he fossed over him. Her face was white and strained and eager, but it the fac> of a woman who knew what she was doing and why she did it. Gilbert Rickerby staggered to his feet md laughed aloud for the pure joy of fe and freedem. He dashed at the bed and tore off sheets and blankets and hangings, beat out the flames that were beginning to them, and began to tear them up fmto long strips. Olive understood what he was doing, and began, frantically, with teeth and fingers, to knot the strips together. When a rope had been yeade long enough and strong enough, he twisted an end of it about her. caught up the rest over his arm and struggled towards the window. The door was a living sheet of flame. and he yw that they had no chance of escape that direction. “Courage, dear heart.” he whispered. “fll Iet you down and slip down my- self. You are not afraid?” “Only for you,” she whispered in re- and stood, calm and firm, by his aide. He tere open the shutters and flung wp the sash of the window. In the stfliness of the night he heard the m of a policeman’s whistle and ecre the sound of running feet; the flames behind them, fanned by the wind. roared tp like a furnace. He gripped the girl by the waist and swung her up over the window ledge, steadied her @ moment, brushed her lips with this and let her go. From the garden fclow he heard a clear, quiet voice say that she was all right. Ge twisted the end of the rope over ‘the top of the shutter tnd knotted ft aly. The heat by this time as ter- ffic, the flames were licking all around fim. But he got over the window sill with a firm grip on the Yope. and lipped down into the cool darkness of the garden. As he touched the earth he felt the girl close beside him, cling- ing to him and weeping hysterically. ut that was only for a moment. Yhis cool, sane Olive, whom he had called back from darkness and deliri- was ready to do all that he asked, stion, and in utter trust of gripped hands and ran found the gate and wulled it open: and ran out into the street and sped away like happy chil- dren, hand in hand, with sobs and Saughter. for him. They eross the garden; CHAPTER XXII. Nugent Leathwood Pays in Full. When Mr. Nugent Leathwood left Gftert Rickerby tied up in that room af the deserted house, he may be said to have run down stairs with a very fight heart. Less than en hour previ- usty he had been placed in about the tightest corner a man well could occ- py—with the gallows looming heavily tefore him and with but little chance ape. But Mr, Leathwood had adroitly turned the tables on his and was now enjoying freedom, that enemy was tied up and Small wonder, then, while Goomed to death that he tripped down gaily and felt that fhis prospects were brightening. He entered the lower room and looked e@bout Him with the air of a man who thas a delicate business on hand and plenty of time in waich to complete it. The room, indeed, suited his purpose sdmirably; it was crowded with a con giomeration of furniture of all sorts, fallen into decay and covered with the dust of years. Old curtains and hang- fmer which had been pulled down or fhad fallen down from their places in other rooms, had been tossed carelessly en to the furniture which had origi- mally filled the room. “It'll make a fine blaze,” murmured Nugent to himself. “By Jove! this gets sid of Gilbert Rickerby with a veng- eance! It hides him, too, that’s the fheauty of it. No more fears—no more hhidings and dodgings; this mysterious Gilbert Rickerby will lie as safely un- der this heap of ashes as though he were buried in the deepest grave ever by man. Here’s farewell to Rick- erby’s Folly! I'm sorry for you—house end man alike—but you’ve stood in my sway, and must be swept out of it.’”” He struck a match and flung it, care- ‘tessly, 08 to the first heap of curtains which lay before him. In a moment a little column of smoke went up, and then a little line of flame leaped along and ran swiftly from one point to anoth- er. Leathwood chuckled softly to him- self, ran around the room, dropped 2 light here and there, and then retreated to the door. Quite a respectable blaze had started by the time he closed the door and began to make his way, into the second house. Wow, he had given very careful in- structions to Mr. Cornelius Veevers that that gentleman and the girl Olive were to be in waiting for him at the door, ready to depart instantly. There- fore, when he slipped through the pas- sage which led from one house to the other, calling softly as -he went, he was naturally very much astonished at Te- c iving no reply. He ran up on the stairs and thrust open the door of Ol- ive’s room, never dreaming for a mo- ment that the ginl and Mrs, Reeks were crouched within, with the dead Corne- lius at their f22t. Hearing no gound, he ran on, higher still, impatiently call- ing to the old man, and still receiving no reply. At the top of the stairs he stopped, bewildered and a little fright- ened. “I wonder if that old rascal has sold me?’ he muttered to himself. ‘He's just the sort to turn tail at the last and make a bolt for it; he never liked being mixed up in that first affair, and it’s quite possible he may funk this second one. But what on earth has he done with the girl?” His one desire was to get away from the place, and leave the fire he had started to co its own work, but he did not mean to go wi'hout the girl. He had striven hard enough to gain h2r, and the way was now absolutely clear; he had put his hand to the business, and did not mean to be defeated at the last moment. He started down the house again, calling the girl sharply by name. But it seemed to be a house of the cead—not a whisper in it anywhere. A strange feeling of dread crept over him; at the foot of the stairs he hesitated a moment, half-making up his n.ind_ to go away from the plece alene, without trotbling about Oliv>. but the thought came to only for a moment; the next he set his teech and swore that he would find her, whatever happened. Coming to the very bottom of the heuse, and finding nothing, a sudden thought came to him—a thought which appeared to give a direct solution of the matter. He laughed aloud as it struck him. “I never thought of that!” he whis- pered. “The little fool has gone to find her lover. She has been in the habit of going into that house; missing him here, she'd g0, naturally enough, to look for him there. Well, my mad beauty, I'll have you out of that!" He pulled open the door of the pas- sage which led from one house to the other and darted along it. As he burst into the room into which it opened, he saw, at the farther side, the figure of a woman just opening the door which led to the staircase communicating with the upper rooms of the house, She car- ried a light in one hand; turning, and seeing him, she dropped it, and was in- stantly in darkness; he heard that far- ther door close behind her—heard hur- ried steps upon the stairs, He ran for- ward, crying to her, frantically: “Ol- ive! Olive! For heayen’s sake, come back, Olive!” He stumbled across the room and was scme little time in finding the door. But he found it at last and pulled it open, and went blundering up the stairs, still erying her name. Reaching the first floor, he glanced down the other staircase, which led to the room in which he had kindled the fire. The smoke floated up to him chokingly, and h> could hear the fierce crackling of the burning wood. With his excite- ment and anxiety at fever heat, he dasted up the stairs, past the room in which he had left Gilbert, still crying the name of the gitl. And, above him, he could hear the feet going on. “She’s mad, indeed!” he muttered, as he stumbled on. “I'll be lucky if I get her out kefore we're overtaken by the flames. I almost wish I'd left her alone. Curse this darkness! How the smoke comes’rolling up!” He. stopped at last, bewildered, and struck a light; glancing up as he did so, he saw the flitter of a woman's dress just above him. Still crying that name, he started in pursuit once more begging the flying figure before him, with every word of endearment that oceurred to him, to stop an@ listen to him. He had reached the top of the house; fumbling blindly in the darkness, and heering with terror the roar of the flames below, he plunged through an open doorway and found himself in a room; struck a light again. and saw the figure he sought at the farther end of it. Holding the tiny flame above his head, he advanced toward the figure, with one hand stretched out to touch it, and spoke, in a voice of entreaiy “Olive, my sweet girl, don’t run away from me iike this! We are in daager. I have come to find you—to save you. You have nothing to fear; ecnly come with me at once. Olive, do you hear me?” The woman before him came slowly forward, keeping close\against the wall. By the flickering ligth of the match h+ saw her coming along, shrinking from him, and with her face bent down, so that he could not see it. Then, as she got near him, she darted past and gained the door, slammed it quickly and set her back against it. Nugent, going nearer, with that tiny taper in his fingers, looked at the face of the woran—turned .o him for the first time—and dropped the light, with a ery: i “Ursula!” They were in complete darkness, and he.could not see the woman’s face, but he had seen it in that one instant, and he knew the voice when she spoke, “Yes, Ursula,” she said. “Not the girl.you thought to find here, not the. baby for whom you have cast me aside; but Ursula Sewell, the woman you called your wife a long time ago; the! woman to whom you made promises” that were never to be broken. Do you remember? I expect you do; at any rate, here in the darkness, you and I have a reckoning to make, an account to settle, for the last time in life.” He could not see her face, but he had a picture in his mind of the resolute figure standing before the door; he had another picture in his mind of the roar- ing furnace he had started down below them. Time.was precious, and his very life depended upon what he said and what he did. Slowly, in the darkness, he crept nearer to her. “Ursula, don’t be a fool. You know perfectly well that I was not seeking the girl; that I” “Don’t lie to me!” came ker voice, flercely, out of the darkness. “I’m not lying; I swear I’m not,” he pleaded, nervously. “I came—came in search of you; I wanted to warn you that the house was on fire, that here is not a moment to lose if you would es- cape. For Heaven's sake, be reason- able, and come away from that door!” “No; it’s too late for you and I to escape; you'd better think of yourself, and make your peace with whatever Power you believe in, while there is time. Don’t come near me. You shall not pass this door while I have the power to cling to you and drag you trem it. Stand back!” The man knew only too well what raging fury he had to deal with in this wronged woman; knew that he would stand a greater chance for life against the flames than against her. It was horrible to stand there in the black darkness, hearing that steady roar be- low him and facing this resolute crea- ture without the power to move her. “Ursula—for the love of the old days —listen to me. I have been mad—des- perateily mad—ever to turn away from you; but I will atone. Don’t carry this thing too far; you don’t know the danger in which you stand—the danger that threatens us both. Listen to the roar of the fire!” “Yes, I hear it,” she replied, calmly. “There’s plenty of time for us to dis- cuss matters: it'll take a long while for the fire to reach us—and then the end will be swift.” “The end!” he gasped. don’t mean—” “Oh, yes, I do. Nugent Leathwood, if you had given me one word of tend- erness—one word which showed me that the ‘old things you whispered to me when I was an innocent girl had a spark of truth in them—I would have done anything to save you. Hush! do not speak now. It’s too late to say what you might have said; you would only say it because the fear of death is on you. Think what you've lost, for the want of one word!” In the darkness the man was creep- ing nearer to her, although she did not know it; his hands were stretched out to grapple with her when she least ex- rected it. Yet all the while, he spoke as gently and as pleadingly as ever, “So you won't give me the chance I asked for? Why, my dear girl, you, surely don’t think that the mad feeling that I had for that child had anything permanent about it, do you? I wanted to see what stuff you were made of. I was coming back ‘o you, Ursula; as, surely as I stand here before you, Come—let us escape!” “No, it’s too late,” she said again. “You are are lying to me, as you have always lied. You were seeking me, were you?—yet you ran like a madman up here, erying the name of that girl. That was seeking me, was it? Try an- other story, Nugent Leathwood, for that cne won't serve.” “Then, perhaps this will serve,” he cried, and darted straight at her. She caught him as they met, and held him, for a moment, at bay; then his supe- rior strength bore down her arms and swung her away from the door. He tore it open and sprang out—only to dart back again, a moment later, with a roaring sea of flame behind him, lighting up the room and licking in at the door and along the boards of the floor. Even then, in the supreme mo- ment of danger, he turned on the wo- man and cursed her for the thing he had done himself. “See what youve done!” he cried, haif-whimpering in terror. No chance~ of getting down that way. I must try another.” He made a dash for the window; but she caught him around the arms and held him tightly; almost shouted in his ear; for the roar of the flames made it difficult for any words to be heard: “You shan’t go—I’'ll hold you to the last. You think you're going to escape again—you think you're going to find “You; surely, that girl. Shall T tell you where she is?” “Let me go! I won't roast alive like this; let me go!” He struggled fierce- ly, twisting about in her strong grip; but the mere brute courage had gone out of the man, and she held him, easi- ly. ‘Where is she?” “Gone—with her lover—with Gilbert Rickerby!” she cried, with her lips close to his ear. He twisted out of her grasp then and staggered back, staring at her with wild eyes. He saw in a moment that she spoke the truth; that this last, di- abolical plan of his had come to naught —and that the very thing he had plot- ted so long to bring about had been frustrated, and that the lovers had escaped, while he was left to face the death he had prepared for Gilbert Rickerby. “How do you know this?” he gasped. “He cculdn’t possibly have got away unless—” - “Yes, unless. You forgot to make your rlans complete; the girl must have escaped and gone straxght to him. I missed her; I meant to find her. ran into this house, and as I went up the stairs, I saw the girl fn front of me; I saw her go into the room on the first floor; I saw Gilbert Rickerby in the room waiting for her. Then I heard ‘your voice below, calling to her, and I drew you up here and trapped you” The news seemed to have put fresh energy into the man; he made for the window again, with an oath, and tore open the shutters and flung up the low- er sash. A great roar—not of flames alone—from outside, met his appear- ance; he started back, and the light in the room fell upon his face. Above the rear of the voices down below, one, pares liao ars atic Siacameie ait him, “That's the man” cried the yoice—no_ other than that of Mr. Hubbard. eS ara a warrant ont exnynat, fen far murder—on my information. That’s the man!” Nugent Leathwood heard a confusion of voices below; saw the gleaming met- al of helmets and engines; heard con- tradictory shouts from those who were nearest to the burning house. Baffled and bewildered, and scarcely knowing what he did, he turned and dated back again towards the door; back by the flames—and so stopped and faced Ursula Sewell, who stood still in the middle of the room. calmly and cortemptuously looking at him. “Now, see what you have done!’ "he cried, flinging out his hands in despair. “This is your love for me—that you will drag me to death like this. On the one side this accursed fire, that no man can break through alive; on the other side, a slower death by the gal- lows awaiting me. And but for you, I might have been miles away by this time.” “The fault !s not mine,” she sai, slowly. “Look in my eyes, and tell me if you see fear in them. I have done no wrong, and there is an eager crowd outside ready and anxious to catch me if I sprang from that window. Yet I prefer to stay here to meet death, side by side with the man who will curse me with his last breath, perhaps drag me down to perdition with him. That's my love for you, Nugent Leathwood, a love you never understood, and never creamed th value of a love stronger than death, outliving all neglect and ill-usage, and scorn and shame. What does it matter to me that death comes, and comes swiftly? I know no life without you, and never have known one.” (To Be Continued.) To Prevent Railway Accidents. An automatic railwey accident pre- venter, invented by Rudelph Bartel- mets, an electrician, has been tested by a body of railway managers with sat- isfactory results. The main idea is to put the engineer in direct communica- tion with all the signal boxes by an electrical apparatus on the engine, con- tact being effected by a third rail. The signalman can thus make a red light burn on the locomotive in front of the engineer, while an electrical belt will ring until the engineer switches it off. On the other hand, the contrivance causes a bell to ring in the signal box as soon as the train is within 3,000 yards. Finally, if one train approach- es another on the same rail within 3,000 yards, red lights turn automatically on the locomotives. The invention, it is believed, will go a long way towards renderig actions by collision impossible. —Berlin Correspondence of Chicago Chronicle. From_ Brides to Bride- grooms, It is cnly comparatively recently that prides have begun to give wedding presents to their bridegrooms. Jeweled pins, sets of studs, links, a suit-case or dressing-bag, a dog cart, a saddle, a set of harness, and old engravings have been scme of the gifts made in this way during the last few weeks. It used to be considered that the bride was doing her chosen one so much honor that all the onus of present-giving lay on his side ‘his, of course, was a polite fic- tion. A glimmer of the real state of the case seems to have broken in on the Presents minds of the brides, and they now ac- knowledge some sense of obligation by presenting some article or articles of value to the man who rescues them from the reproach of spinsterhood, gives them an establishment, and some portion of (by no means all) his worldly goods.—London Truth. More Than a Million in Prison. Russian prison statistics, lately pub- lished, reveal seme startling, facts. Four years ago the number of prisoners in Russia was 764,373; now it has risen to 842,729. If the inmates of the mili- tery prisons, the peasants in houses or correction, and the prisoners in trans- Caspian jails were counted, it would be found tkat 1,000,000 of the subjects of the ezar are.incarcerated, not including the Siberian exiles, who humber 77,160, nor the 3.328 convicts in the Saghalin prison. The budget appropriates about $6 per prisoner per annum, the expenditure aggregating $7,500,000, of which sum $35.25 is squandered on books and pa- pers for the miilion prisorers.—St. Pe- tersburg Cable to New York World. As a Peace Disturber. “Cyril Trevannion!” exclaimed the high-spirited girl, “how dare you call upon me in such a plight. Have you ‘peen drinking?” “Werse than that, Pulsatilla,” replied the youth, who had knobs all over his face and a discoloration under one eye. “T’ve been fighting.” “Pighting! And have you the assur- ancé te come to me and boast of it?” “T have, Pulsatilla. I licked him. “Whom, you disgraceful wretch?” “The North Side slob that said we headn’t any good-looking girls down here in Hyde Park.” “Oh, Cyril!” And she soothed him tenderly and put balm on his bruises.—Chicago Tribe une. How High Can a Balloon Rise? The altitude that may be attained by a. balloon depends, first, upon its sh secondly, upon the filling of gas, and, thirdly, upon the weight being carried. A balloon of ordinary size—43,000 cubic feet—-carrying the smallest weight— that is—one person—when filled with iltuminating gas, may reach 20,000 fect. In order to ascend higher, we need, first of all. a bigger balloon. One may say it was a happy chance that the Royal Meteorological Institute of Berlin was rfrovided with a balloon of the unusual dimensions of 300,000 cu- fic feet, The German emperor fur- nished £500 for makjng experiments with it, and the meteorological institute decided to make use of this opportunity for studying the highest regions of at- mosphere.—Harper’s Magazine. An Absurdity. - “Suppose, ” said the friend, wno had pack and found your wife married ancther man?” ington Star. Lawson—Waite is a sort of an elev- enth-hour man, isn’t he? Dawson—Worse eras You can't ad until depend on Waite's getting debe creiett was beaten | “That’s an absurd proposition,” ale swered Mr. Meekton. “Henrietta would never be so careless with me as to let me go away on a sea yoyage.”—Wash- BULL MCOSE AT BAY. Fights a Pack of Wolves in Sight of Two Woodsmen. Last Friday William Burnett and J. J. Gaynor, two Duluth explorers, wandered at some distance from their claims, thirty-five miles back of Chica- go bay, in Cook county, to look at cer- tain lands. While trudging along they came face to face with a great busi moose. Neither of the men had a gun. The men realized that the moose meant mischief, and they shinned up a balsam. The moose came up and pawed the showshoes and seemed dis- posed to await developments. Nearly three hours had passed, when a pack of twenty wolves cau- tiously approached une tree. The but moose was game, and sign.fied by his actions that he would fight. The wolves were at first a little discon- certed at the turn in affairs, but ap- parently reasoned that if they could not get a couple of men for supper they would be polite enough not to grumbie, and take what was set before them, -which was moose—a living mountain of moose. The wolves ap- proached the moose from all sides, and then vegan a battle, the like of which few men have ever witnessed. He struck at the wolves with his forefeet and antlers and kicked at them with his hind feet. The wolves evidently all had in view the idea of hamstring- ing the moose. A certain number would engage the moose at the head, but most of them were snapping at the hind legs of the great game ani- mal. Mr. Burnett says that the agil- ity of the moose was remarkable, and he was as strong, apparently, as a lo- comotive. He caught and flung the wolves about like chips, and nowls of anger and pain rung through the woods. At last, while making a mad lunge to toss some of the woives, the moose shed his antlers. Atter one startled look, when he realized that he had lost his head weapon, the moose turned and fled at top speed.—St. Louis Globe-Democrat. A Disappearing River. A recent report from C. T. Prall, one of the hydrographers of the survey, has reported the existence of a stream whose water in the summer season en- tirely vanishes midway in its course. The river is known as the Dry Fork, a small stream in northwestern Ltah, tributary to Ashley creek. About four- teen miles from its source in the Uinta mountains this stream reaches a large basin or sink, whose walis are from 75 to 100 feet high, except on the up- stream side. The poo! is apparently bottomless and the water in it revolves with a slow circular motion, caused either by the incoming waters or by suction from below, or both. The only visible outlet to this pool is a narrow rock channel from which a little water flows, but -s soon lost to sight a few hundred yards below. A measurement of the main stream just above the pool showed a volume of ninety-six cubic feet of water passing each second, but this entire flow dis- appears in the basin and the stream for miles below is perfectly dry. About seven miles below this interesting pool were found several springs, one of them is a large hole twenty-five feet in diameter and twenty feet deep, which at times are empty and agaia luted with water. It is thought that the water which disappears in the upper pool, flows underground, deep beiow in the gravels, which form the bed of the stream, and in times of heavy rainzall appears again in the large springs below. His Miraculous Escape. For four days and four nights in the depths of the earth, wandering in abso- lute darkness through winding gorges, crawling on hands and knees through slimy passages in the jagged rocks, halting at times on the brink of awful precipices, growing faint from hunger and almost crazy from hardships which he was forced to endure—these are a few of the experiences that befell Capt Caleb Johnson, a Mississippi river pilot, when he attempted recent- ly to explore the mysteries of Dead Man's cave at St. Genevieve, just across the river from Red Bud, Ill. But with all of Capt. Johnson’s ex- periences the cave remains as much a mystery as ever, for he was without light for most of the way, and has no idea to-day how far or where he wan- dered. He only knows that he entered the cave in Simms’ hollow, on the bank of the river, on Monday morning, and that on Thursday afternoon a farmer found him in a sinkhole on his farm four miles from the entrance. Nothing was, therefore, accomplished, save, perhaps, to take away the superstition that no one could go into the cave and come out alive. Knitting in Favor Agaio, Women are beginning to knit and crochet again. Tnis is no haphazard guess, but an actual fact, ‘gleanea from the wholesale houses, where tne sale of wool during the tast year was double that of any recent’ year. In one house the letters from women re- veal an interest in many unexpected lines. Who, for instance, weuld ex- pect to see a letter written in the angular hand, considered fashionable, asking for directions for stocking knitting? Yet such a letter is not un- usual. Perhaps before long we may pS WANTED TO GO UP TOWN. Story Told by Lew Doekstader of an Absent-Mindcd Man—He Was Not ‘Speaking of absent-minded men,” said Lew Dockstader, “one day last week I saw the worst case that has ever come under my notice. A middle- aged man ran up the down-town side of the Thirty-third street station on Sixth avenue and thrust a $1 bill through the window. There was a train in the sta- tion at the time, and the man rushed rest the ticket-chopper, carefully drop- ping his 95 cents in the box. Waving his ticket in the air, he made a dash for the train. As he put his foot on the platform of the car the gate was shut in his face, knockiag him sprawling up- on his back as the train rolled away. The ticket-chopper and several others on the platform rushed to his assistance and helped him to his feet. “ ‘Never mind, sir,” said the chopper; ‘here comes anotier train,’ after being assured that the anxious passenger was not injured. “Oh, it don’t make much difference, after all,’ answered the middle-aged party; ‘I wanted’ to go up town, any- how.’ ow, if that isn’t the limit,” said Mr. Dockstader, “I want to know what is.’"—New York Times. A Very Strong Letter. La Farge, Wis—Wm. T. Payne of this place has written a rather start- ling letter to the papers. He says: “T was in great yain across my back for four weeks, and was taking medi- cine from a doctor all the time but it did not do me any good. “I bought a box of Dodd’s Kindney Pilis, arid had not taken more than four or five doses when I noticed that they were doing me good. “They helped me right along, and I kept on using them till I had used four boxes, when the pain left me altogether. One box of Dodd's Kidney Pills has done me more good than five dollars’ worth of doctor’s medicine. “This remedy has certainly worked wonders in my case, and.I feel it my duty to give it the credit due.” ‘Every man who claims to have been hypnotized is either a liar or crazy. That's all there is to that. STATE OF OX10, Clr Of TOLEDO, Lucas County, * Frank J. Cheney makes’ oath that he is the senior {bet pes of the firm of F’. J. Cheney. &Co., doing iness in the City of Toledo, County and State aforesaid, and that said oie will pay the sum bf ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS for each and every case of Catarrh we cannot be cured by the use of Hall’s Catarrh Cure. J. CHENEY. Sworn to before me and subscribed in presence, this 6th day whe een A.D. i GLEASON, (Sean) ‘Notary Public. Hall's Catarrh Oure is taken internally, and acts directly on the blood and mucous surfaces Sold by Droge! Hall's Family: Bilis are the best. Just Pride. Chatterly—Who is the proud with the haughty bearing? Tatterly—She's a champion ping-pong player.—Town Topics. * lady Big Indastries Built up on Small Articles. Few people realize the wants and re- quirements of the eighty millions of peo- ple in the United States. Who would think that it requires over a million dol- lars capital to carry on the package dy business in this country, and that there are twelve different factories in the Unit- ed States that manutacture package dye? One of the largest package dye factories in the world is that of the Putnam Fade- less Dye Co., Unionville, Mo. In this fac- tory alone over three million packages are put up every year. When you know that each package colors from 3 to 6 pounds of goods, or that the ou‘put of Putnam Fadeless Dyes alone will color from 9 to 18 million pounds and that tt would require more than £00 cars to haul this amount of dyed goods, you will re- alize the magnitude of this seemingly small business. _ $50 to California and Return. The Minneapolis & St. Louis R. R. will sell tickets April 20-27, May 27- June 8, good for sixty days, at $50. The only line with morning sleeper from Minneapolis making direct connections with through trains at Omaha and Kansas City. For full information call on W. L .Hathaway, C. T. A., No. 1 Wash. Ave. So., Minneapolis, or F. P. Rutherford, C. T. A., 398 Robert St., St. Peul. Short Cut Cure Fer Pain As pure as it is sure. Abso- dutely nti oles not soil the clothing, Cures Rheumatism and all weakness and pains of limbs and muscles. For rains, burns, cuts it is un- equalled by any other remedy in the world. ‘leves neu- ralgia and nervous headache almost instantly. Taken in- ternally, itcures colds, coughs, been reading ‘Enoch Arden,’ that you/see women resume the old-time cus-| went away on a Sea voyage and came/}tom of carrying their knitting wher- ever they go. Knitting in trains and poats may become fashionable, al- though it is to be hoped that the fad will not extend to crowded cars. A knitting needle in the hands of a reck- Jess lady may be quite as dangerous a weapon as a hat pin. jto read any rather, Mimpliths: dante Sane arn iat oe ee SrORD: che. Ce seed at mca i —— oo oe