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i PREVENTS SMALLPOX. Alabastine will not cure smallpox and other contagious diseases, once they have fastened their deadly grip upon their victims. It will do much, however, toward preventing their 6pread. It is a well recognized facts that cer- tain wall coatings do much to harbor disease germs and propagate same; that of all coverings wall paper is the most likely to hold the germs of disease for months and years. There are well authenticated cases where smallpox, scarlet fever and other germs have lain dormant for years, and have attacked persons afterward when the paper was removed. | Kalsomines stuck on the wall with @ecaying ‘glue are not much better than wall paper with its vegetable paste, Alabastine is recommended gener- ally by sanitarians, as a coating for walls in any style of work, as it is perfectly sanitary, is in the nature of @ disinfectant, presents a perfectly hard surface, is manufactured from @ cement base, and does not furnish a lodgment ground for disease germs. Years ago these matters received but little attention, but modern scien- tists, becoming appalled at the spread of the dread disease, smallpox, and the difficulty in stamping it out, have gone to investigating causes, and un- hesitatingly say that improper wall coatings have very much to do with this. Alabastine is recommended to be used on all infected walls, to destroy germs and to get walls once more in @ healthy condition. 4 How He Made Money. Conversation overheard on a train for Monte Carlo. Two travelers, un- known to each other, chatting famil- farly: “On your way to Monte Carlo, sir, that delightful and exclusive home for all gamblers?” “That’s exactly where I am going,” “And you will play just a little, I suppose?” “I do nothing else. It’s my busi- mess.” . “Gracious! You don’t mean to say you make a business of it?” “Yes, sir. Twice a day, regularly, and I never lose.” . “In that case, perhaps you will ex- plain your ‘system’ to me.” “Certainly, with pleasure. I play the violin in the band.”—Tit-Bits. | NO MORE TICKET SCALPING IN CHICAGO. Illinois comes into line with New York and Pennsylvania in vigorous ection against the ticket scalping thieves and forgers, three having been sentenced on Saturday, in Chi- cago, after a fortnight’s trial, one of whom profiting by his experience, pleaded guilty to a second indictment, while the trial of the others will doubtless proceed to another convic- tion. Chicago has long been a favor ite field for ticket speculation, and a blow against the nefarious practice could nowhere have been landed more effectively. The persistent and unit- ed efforts of the leading railroads of the country to exterminate the busi- ness, ‘which is simply one of petty lar- ceny, robbing the poor and the wage earners, are bringing most satisfac- tory results—From the Brooklyn Standard-Union. A Martyr. | “Are you aware of the fact that you sometimes make some very disagree- able remarks?” “Yes,” answered Miss Cayenne. “Is it not dreadful to have a circle of , friends that enjoy that sort of thing so much?”—Washington Star. The Peru-na Almanac. The druggists have already been supplied with Peruna almanacs. There {s sure to be a great demand for these almanacs on account of the articles on astrology which they contain. The subject of astrology is a most attrac- tive one to most people. The articles on astrology in the Peruna almanac have been furniswed by a very com- petent astrologist, and the mental characteristics of each sign is given, ! constituting almost a complete horo- scope. A list of questions and answers on astrology sent free upon request. ‘There will be a great rush for these books. Ask your druggist for one early before they are all gone. A brass band and fireworks are often mecessary in order to attract some men churchward, FITS permanent cures. o fits or nervousness after inst day's use of Dr. Kline's Great Nerve Restor- BE Sond for FREK 92-00 trial boule and treatise, ze. R. H. Kiaxy, Ltd., 991 Areh Street, Philadelphia, Pa The man who is trying to live a double life is generally a man who can’t live one decently. RE YOU SATISFIED ? Are you entirely satisfied with the goods you buy and with thé prices that you pay? Over 2.000.000 people are trading with us and getting their goods at wholesale prices. , Our 1,000-pagé catalogue will be sent on receipt of 15 cents, It tells the story. CHICAGO ‘The house that tells the truth. WESTERN CANADA GRAIN GROWING, MIXED FARMING, ne ‘The Reason Why more wheat is grown in Western Canadainafew short months than elsewhere, is because vegetation 8 inp A portion to tie sunlight. The more northerly latitude in which willcome to perfection, the better oe. te epenghd eh per League See ee . . Area under cro} tern Canada, 1,987,880 ‘Acres. Yield, 1902, 117,928,764 Bus, HOMESTEAD LANDS OF 460 ACRES FREE, barge $10 form: entry. Pa basksnce of water and roel uldingcmavertat ei gtass for pasture and hay. a le @ sul foot, rainfall, and & cittatc atti; on eerteed ‘and adequate season of growth. for an Atlas and other ry @ following site Ss cea te eae an ; ‘of Immigration, Ostaws, . AK CHAPTER XIil. Richard Burt receives a Smile. Vance Rothesay, alone, noticed that there was some change in Kate Pur- cell’s face—what, he could not tell; there seemed a kind of hardening. He did not suspect the cause, for the girl had always kept herself so well in hand that she had betrayed nothing of her secret. , Yet he believed he had never been so miserably unhappy before. % Directly after dinner, with Charles Purcdft’s help, he mounted the stairs to his own room. He wished to be alone. He was deeply humiliated at the weakness which had led him to ex- press to Kate a feeling which it was dishonorable in- him to feel—far more to allow to be known. There was a battle within him, more flerce than that which Kate had en- dured. It was hard for him to lie still. He longed to leave the place; he felt as if in flight lay his only assurance of safety. It is true, he had said nothing but what many men might have said, and still have meant nothing but an admiration that might be harmless. But so well did he now know his own heart that he could not but feel that he had revealed more than he ought. Still Kate ,so rigorously had she con- trolled herself, had not revealed what she felt, and Rothesay had so little conceit that he had no idea of her thoughts of him. * Though he told himself he was glad she had not felt any tenderness, yet the very belief stung him with an in- tolerable pain. He was nothing to her —she never would have loved him. Thinking thus, tossing restlessly on his couch, he at last fell into a dis- turbed sleep, the last thing of which he was conscious being a resolve to leave on the morrow. Notwithstanding the strength of his resolution, he was not able to leave the place the next day; but on the day following he came down stairs, look- ing like a ghost, though with a resolve strongly written on his face. “Will you do me the kindness to or- der the depot carriage to come for me in time for the 10 o’clock train?” he asked of Mr. Purcell. é “But you are not strong enough;,it is the height of rashness. You should remain here a couple of days more, at least,” was the expostulating answer. Rothesay could not help glancing at Kate, and she said: “It does seem very rash, Mr. Rothe- say.” She had come to that condition when she was longing to have him go—as one who has anticipated some blow so long that one is impatient to have it fall. “You are very kind. I hope I shall sonie time be able to show my sense of gratitude; but I must be the judge of my own strength. If you will order the carriage, Mr. Purcell?” “Certainly, I will do so.” Purcell rose and left the room, and Vance and Kate were left alone. She longed to run away, but she could not well rise and leave directly. Rothesay was leaning back in his chair, unable to take his eyes from this girl whom he expected never to see again. He could not help it that he felt the parting from her to be like death to him, but he must prevent the revealing of that feeling. At last, saying something about some work out of doors, Kate rose to leave the room; but she was detained by his voice:' “Miss Purcell.” She turned, subduing the tremor that came upon her at the sound of his voice. “I believe this is my good-bye, for the carriage will stop here in a few moments. I am foolish, I know, but still I cannot help asking if I may al- ways think of you as a friend?” The words were very commonplace; but he felt that he could not go with- out speaking them, miserably cold and insignificant though they were. He held out his hand as he spoke, and she put hers into it. “I am your friend,” she'said. Some instinct made him say: “And if ever I need one who is truly a friend, I may rely upon you—I may call upon you?” “You know that you may,” she made answer, thinking héw unlikely it was that such a time would ever come. Then she turned away and left him, and half an hour later Mr. Purcell as- sisted him to mount the carriage that was to take him to the railroad station. He lifted his hat, his pallid face illumined by a sad smile, when he leaned back on the seat and was driv- en out of sight. Kate was glad that her father left the house soon after for the day. She was thankful to be alone in the battle that she must fight, that she might go on with her life, and let no one know from her manner of the wound which she concealed. Meanwhile, Rothesay reached the station, bought his ticket, and sat down upon a seat on the platform, hoping the fresh air might revive him. He was glad to realize more than ever this morning that his physical powers were returning to him. He felt much stronger, despite his exertions, than since his illness, and the fact made his courage rise—the courage that should help him to conquer a love that was dishonorable. There were very few peaple at the little station—one or two countrymen and the stationmaster. Suddenly Rothesay heard a step be- hind him, more light and elastic than the others, and a voice asked: VWI VV VV VV A Daughter | of the Beach K AAAAAAAAAAASADAAAAAAANA t N N NX NX N N “Am I late? Has the train gone?” Rothesay turned and saw~ Ralph Caryl walking up the platform, his figure looking graceful as ever, his face having that insolently-assured air that is sometimes so aggravating. At the same moment Caryl saw Roth- esay, and stopped abruptly. There was a flush on Caryl’s face and a light in his eyes that betrayed that, early as it was, he had been drinking enough to excite him. “You here?” he exclaimed. “By Jove, a fellow néver knows when he is going to meet his friends. I thought you were shut up in Purcell’s cham- ber, still playing at having a fever. So you’ve decided to give up the game, eh?” Evidently, the sight of Rothesay was very infuriating to Caryl, or he would never have given way to his temper thus. Though he had known Rothe- say was at Purcell’s, and all the cir- cumstances, he had not seen the young man until now. Rothesay had risen, and was leaning on the thick stick that he required to walk with. His face had flushed a deep scarlet when he had seen the man who had thus addressed him; now it was white as snow. 4 “Beg my pardon for those words,” he said, speaking very low. “Gad! are you talking to me, Rothe- say, when you say such words as those?” cried Caryl, coming nearer. “Yes, am talking to you. Beg my pardon, instantly, for insinuating gross falsehoods about me!” “Pshaw!” Rothesay did not know but that he had his usual strength; his anger made him strong. “So you refuse?” his white lips ut- tered. By this time the three or four peo- ple who were near had gathered about the two men. “Certainly. And may I take this op- portunity, Rothesay, to inquire after your sister’s health and happiness? It is long since I had the pleasure of meeting her.” The last sentence was half lost, for Rothesay’s stick descended across Caryl’s face, and Rothesay’s voice cried: ‘ “Coward! Beast!” Then Rothesay sank back on his seat, whiter than ever and trembling violently. Caryl staggered back, his nose bleed- ing profusely, his eyes blinded for a moment. He heard Rothesay, as if speaking of a dog: “Can’t somebody take the wretch away?” Men now tried to interfere, after it was too late, as usual. Caryl thrust. them away, and pushed forward near Rothesay and said: “None of us Caryl’s are apt to for- get a blow. Don’t you forget that!” “Can you get out of my sight?” asked Rothesay, wearily. At that moment the train came up, and Rothesay entered a car, still feel- ing so excited as not to realize his weakness. Caryl also boarded the train, but he went into the baggage car, found some water, and at last succeeded in re- moving the stains from his face. His shirt was spattered with blood, and he buttoned his coat over it. He knew that a ridge of purple and red was quickly swelling up on his face, and he was furious at the thought. He was completely sobered now, and he bitterly repented having given cause for the quarrel. He hated Rothesay ,but he had been a fool, a thoughtless fool. He would have given almost anything had not the affair occurred. “Perhaps some idiots would think I ought to challenge him, but the day of duels has gone by, and that would be getting into a worse mess. No, I can’t afford to challenge him, but I'll pay him for this hideous mark on my face. Yes, I'll pay him well for that. Still I was a donkey to speak as I did, and now everybody will know where I got this mark, and how I am going to see Kate Purcell in this fix? Can’t do it—even if I haven’t the brass to do that. No, I must lie low for awhile. Yes, twas a bad move. I wish I hadn't drank that whisky of Burt’s this morn- ing. This little job will make my work all the harder, Well, Rothesay is off the field now, and Julia has Burt to manage. I shall have to let her take charge for awhile, that’s plain.” He sat on one of the trunks in the baggage car, and smoked furiously while he mused thus, and felt the horrible welt across his face growing bigger every moment. He told him- self that this was the worst mismove he had ever made. ‘When the train reached Boston, Rothesay rode to a hotel and took a room where he lay down a couple of hours, conscious of the way in which that moment’s excitement had shaken him. He could not recall his thoughts from the fact that he was obliged to leave Kate Purcell; that he was pre- vented from ever speaking any warm- er words from those of frieridship to her while Caryl was there. Caryl, he feared with too much rea- son, would seek to win her, for amusement if for nothing else; and Caryl had the power to be very atten- tive, and he had no reason for think- ing Kate could have loved him. . He must leave her there like a bird towards whom he saw the serpent ap- proaching. There was no way of pre- venting the catastrophe he foresaw— the dreadful catastrophe of Kate Pur- cell’s becoming in love with Ralph Caryl. 4 The thought was maddening, but he could not shake it off. Did he not re call too plainly the power Caryl had attained over his sister? And he had the insolence to mention’ that sister! It was incredible! Rothesay trem- short time he left the hotel on is way to the cars that were to take im to Miss Lauriat’s home. In vain he endeavored to feel elated at the thought of meeting the woman who was soon to be his wife. Wa’ he fickle? was he false? that he cared so little now for one whom he had be- lieved he loved well enough to marry? It was hard to shut out all such questions from his mind. Well, he was going to do his duty. He felt impa- tient now to be united to his betrothed he had that feeling, so common, that, once married, he would be held by a kind of safeguard; his very thoughts would be different then. Down at the beach, on the south shore of Massachusetts Bay, Julia Caryl was improving her time. She was rather disappointed when she found that Vance Rothesay had left. She had counted upon having a side game with him that should give interest to her real business. Now she wished she might meet Dick Burt; she had never yet smiled upon him. Wishing thus, as she stood at the dcor of her boarding house, she saw a sturdy figure on the beach, making its way towards the Purcell house. “There he is!” she whispered. “Is he really in love with that soft-voiced thing? If she only loved him now, what fun it would be to get him away from her!” ‘ She stood still, watching him. The next moment she saw Kate Purcell leave the house and walked slowly down toward the water, apparently not seeing the man, who, when he saw her, slackened his pace, but Julia could see that he was watching Kate intently. In a few moments Kate turned off in a different direction, and then Burt hurried on and overtook her. He said something which caused Kate to stop. Then Julia wished there was a sheltering rock near them where she might overhear their con- versation. Dick was furious when he saw the expression of Kate’s face, when she believed herself unseen. Some jeal- ous instinct told him that she was thinking of Vance Rothesay—the man whom he had brought there. He al- most wished he had left the injured man in the storm to die before he had lent any help. , Though Burt felt thus when he ac- costed Kate, he was firm in the re- solve to keep the promise he had given her not to mention love. “What is it that’s troubling you, ae asked, suddenly coming upon er. Instantly her face resumed its usual expression; the look of intense des- pair left it. “Troubling me? Why do you ask that?” smiling with an effort that cost her dear. “Because your face showed some sorrow. You are not grieving for any- thing?” walking beside her, and un- able to prevent himself from gazing intently at her, his eyes revealing what he had forbidden his lips to speak. Kate was too truthful to deny his question, and she said, with a laugh: “It ts folly to ask a woman such a question. She has a thousand things to make her sad.” “If I could only comfort you!” he exclaimed, so fervently that she grew colder. “That is impossible. Don’t let us talk thus any longer. I must go in.” But he followed her, and some dem- on made him say: “I hope you are not mourning the absence of Rothesay, while he is rid- away to his bride.” He saw his mistake, and was vexed with himself for having made it; but he knew he might do the same pine again. He was not sure of him- self. She drew herself away, and her voice was freezing in its angry re- pellence as she said: “You must excuse me from listen- ing to you!” and she moved rapidly away. ~ He hurried after her and .endeay- ored to take her hand, but she eluded him, and he stood still, looking after her, telling himself what a fool he had beens and yet more determined than ever to win her. He knew it was not easy for a woman to forgive such’ a thing as he had said. Oh, he was a blundering idiot! For all that, he was going to have this woman for his wife. As he stood there, gazing after her, Julia Caryl, watching him, began walk- ing rapidly toward him, thinking: “Now is the time; now I will see if I soothe the savage beast.” A moment later, Dick heard a sweet voice behind him saying: “Mr. Burt, how fortunate that I happened to come upon you! I was wishing so much to meet some one who could entertain me! My brother is gone, and I am just perishing with ennui!” * Dick’s first impulse was to be furi- ous at this intrusion, but when he turned toward the speaker at her first words and saw her eyes, full of a flat- tering and enticing expression, his mood changed somewhat. “I am very sorry, but I fear I can- not entertain you,” he said, gruffly. Julia knew that this was a man who would need something more decided to enchain him than the subtle atten- tions that might work their charm on a more refined person. She was prepared to be quite open in her flattery of him. “Do not say that!” she exclaimed, with a pretty gesture, “or I shall be in despair. I shall think my first impres- sion was true.” Of course, he grew a little more in- terested. Had this beautiful woman thought of him? “What was that?” “That you disliked me, and that you were sorry I had come.” Burt was confused, and yet pleased. “There is nothing to beat women in the notions they take,” he ex- claimed, his black eyes looking more closely nt Julia; and then he con- tinued, “if your supposition were true, then I have changed my mind.” “Certainly he is not 4 gentleman,” again decided Julia. But she confessed to herself that there was a certain power about him. Notwithstanding his want of refine- ment, there was a certain power about him which almost made her half afraid—a sensation she very rare- ly experienced. She did not reply, save that she threw into her face a look of relief and gladness which elated him. “Will it amuse you, and help kill time to take a sail? The wind is just right to go to the lighthouse,” he suggested. Thanks! I should be so glad. You really do me a great kindness,Mr. Burt, for I am so fond of sailing on the salt water, and it is so very rarely that I have the chance.” Miss Caryl, as she spoke, smiled up into Burt’s face in a way that woman had never done to him before; and that look, brilliant and lavishly sweet, went through his veins like wine. Juia was not, after all, such a haughty, icy woman—or rather the thought deep down in his heart as she had meant it to be, was that there | was something in him that made her unbend. (To Be Continued.) About Left-Eyed People. The man who spends half his time trying to classify people said he never saw so many left-eyed passengers in one car. “What do you mean by left-eyed pas- sengers?” asked his companion. “People who use their left eye more than their rfght,” was the reply. “The species is not common, and of course, none but a student in ocular science would be able to detect, off-hand, the few who mwe do meet. person advertises his peculiarity at once; not so the left-eyed man. Asa rule, it takes an oculist to determine which eye has been used most, but there are certain peculiarities of the pupil and lid that can be taken as pret- ty sure signs by the trained’ observer. “Left-eyed people are made, not born. Most of-us have been blessed by na- ture with eyes of equal visual power, but the attitude we strike when read- ing or writing causes us to exercise one eye more than the other, and the first thing we know we are right orleft- eyed. This is a one-sidedness that should always be taken into considera- tion when buying glasses. A right- eyed man with left-eyed spectacles, or vice versa, is at a decide ddisadvant- age, ahd it is the optician’s business to see that he is properly fitted.”— New York Times. A Fair Business Woman. Mrs. Twitter—Oh, I've no patience with my husband sometimes. He says that women have no heads for busi- ness. Mrs. Flutter—And after the splendid work you have done at our church fair! Where is the man, I'd like to know, would could sell goods at 300 per cent profit? Women have no heads for business, indeed!—Boston Transcript. A Plea for the Wooden Shoe. “We have wisely taken to wearing sandals,” says a physician. “I hope that before long we will learn the sabot. Do you know that a great many diseases are due to leather shoes— due to the wearing all day long of tight leather that is often, in bad weather, water soaked? And do you know that by the wearing of wooden shoes, which keep the feet dry and which do not ‘draw,’ all those diseases might be avoided? I have several pairs of sabots, and so have my wife and children. They cost about 30 cents a pair, and keep the feet dry, without cramping them or making them unhealthily tender. I believe that the wisest thing Americans could do would be to take up the sandal and the sabot, discarding altogether the shoe of leather.”—Philadelphia Record. Due to a Bad Language. “It is a queer language,” said a bewildered Frenchman. falls into’ ze subway, and it goes up in smoke, and ze firm goes under from ze fire, while ze goods go down on account of ze smoke and ze waittaire when ze fire goes out. “Ze wife runs up a bill at ze shops, ze bookkeepaire runs up ze column of figures in ze ledgaire, ze husband runs from ze collectaire, ze shop- keepaire runs over to ze court, and ze attachment runs about a mosth, and zen it runs out. “Ze gamblaire sees ze poor foreign- er, ze foneigner sees ze gamblaire’s bet and raises it; zen he sees. a flush royale, and zen ze police seize ze whole business. Ze gamblaire sees ze wardman, and ze foreigner sees his money no more. It is a strange lan- guage you have in ze great country of America.”—New York Tribune. A Mournful Finish. There was excitement in the hen house. The turkey on the top roost gobbled himself hoarse with frenzy, and every other hen in the establish- ment cackled like a punctured tire. “Young Flatten Fluffy was monkey- ing around the yard!” exclaimed the messenger who had just arrived, “and met the boss with a large hatchet.” “And how did he behave himself?” asked the flurried chorus . “Oh,” said the messenger, “he lost his head completely.”—Judge. Earnings. Clark—See here! You told me if I took a course of instruction from you it wouldn’t be long before I’d be earn- ing $100 a week. Professor Skinner—Well? Clark—Well, I’m getting $10 a week. Professor Skinner—But, honestly, now, don’t you feel that you’re earn- ing $100? Every clerk feels he earns ten times as much as he gets.—Phila- delphia Press. 3 ~ Bantering. . “Laugh all you please!” hissed Row: land Ranatt, “but I will show you some day how I can sweep everything before me on the stage.” “Yes,” giggled the sweet singer “probably you can get the position of supe, to use your broom when the sand-dancers are through.”—Chicago News . « Defined. Freddie—What’s. a winter resort, dad? Cobwigger—A place where there’ no winter.—Bxchange. A left-handed | “A horse | _ WHEN BACKS ARE BAD, : ‘Bad backs ' aré caused by eick kidneys. Most back- ache — pains are kidney pains. Backache is the first symptom of kidney disor- tious troubles follow. It’s only a short step to urinary derangements — diabetes, _ dropsy, Bright’s disease. Read how to be cured: CASE NO. 24,613—Mr. Joseph Calmes, foreman of the Harter mills, Fostoria, O., says: “I just as ardently recommend Doan’s Kidney Pills today, and it is the month of October, 1899, as I did in the summer of 1896, when, after taking a course of the treatment, they cured me of kidney complaint and backache, which was often so acute that I was unable to sleep at night and had difficulty in remaining ou my feet all day. I am still free from the lumbago or any annoyance from my kidneys, and unhesitatingly declare that I am only too pleased to re-endorse my opinions of Doan’s Kid- ney Pills.” A FREE TRIAL of this’ great kid- ney medicine which cured Mr, Calmes will be mailed on application to any part of the United States. Address Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N, Y. For sale by all druggists, price 50 cents per box. Would Like to Experiment. “TI read, the other day,” he said, “of a fellow who hypnotized a girl and then kissed her.” “You’re not a hypnotist, are you, George?” she asked. “No,” he replied. “Why?” “Because,” she returned, wistfully, “TI believe I’d be a splendid subject.” Brooklyn Eagle. PATENTS. List of Patents Issued Last Week to Northwestern Inventors. Henry Amundson, Alexandria, Minn., nail bin; Alfred Anderson, Frazee, Minn., stove hood; John Crowley, Du- luth, Minn., tie plate; Edwin Fabian, St. Paul, Minn., car coupling; William Haight, Minneapolis, Minn., railway rail; Eugene Holston, Duluth, Minn., garment; Herbert Penney, Minneapo- lis, Minn., water tube boiler. Lothrop and Johnson, patent attorneys, 918 -912 Pioneer Press Bldg.. St. Paul, Minn, Beware of Ointments for Catarrh That Contain Mercury, As mercury will surely destroy the sense of smell and completely derange the whole system when entering it through the mucous surfaces. Such articles should never be used except on preseviptions from reputable physicians, asthe damage they will do is tenfold to the good you can possiblf derive from them. Hall's Catarrh Cure, manufactured by F. J. Cheney & Co., Toledo, O., contains no mercury, and is taken internally, acting directly upon the blood and mucous surfaces of the system. In bu: Hall's Catarrh Cure besure you get the genuine. It is taken internally, and made in Toledo, Ohio, by F. J. Cheney &Co. Testimonialsfree. Sold be “tr ‘ists, ated 75e per bottle. 11's Family Pills are the best. A Bank Officer. “Phwat’s Michaer doin’ now, Mrs. Flannigan?” “He’s assistant teller in the bank.” “An’ phwat’s an ass’stant teller?” “Well, the teller tells him the stove needs coal an’ he assists it in,”— Brooklyn Eagle. WESTERN CANADA'S HARD WHEAT GROWING LANDS. Sixty thousand Amertcan farmers found homes on the rich soll of the Canadian Northwest in 1902, the finest hard wheat growing land in the world. If you are in- terested in the Canadian Northwest, sub- scribe for the Weekly Free Press, Winni- peg, Canada, the leading farmers’ paper of Western Canada. It contains a mass ot information every week relating to the Canadian Northwest, its lands, its varied resources, climatic conditions, regulations respecting government lands, etc. Sub- scription price $1.00 a year. Sample copies sent on application. Wonderful. “Szo: Miss Mary, dey tell me dat you shall tell my character by my hand!” “Well, to begin with, you are a Ger- man.” “Ach! . it is vonderful!”"—Tit-Bits. KEEP A BOX HANDY. Rev. A. L. Tull, Pastor M. E. Church, Ashland, Wis., says: ‘For severe burns there is nothing like Cole's Carbolisaive. It aote like magio, re leiving the pain almost instantly and cures with. out scars. It is invaluable for skin irritation: and sores of all kinds.” Be sure and get Cole's 2% and 50 cer ts, by all good druggists. The Weather Always Comes. “You don’t always annouce thr weather accurately,.do you?” said the mild but persistent citizen. “Perhaps not,” replied the prophet “but you ought not to complair Whether we announce it or not, you always got your weather promptly, don’t you?”—Washington Star. Stops tne and Works Off the Cold Laxative Bromo Quinine Tablets. Price25 . Retort Discourteous. Clarice—I've been engaged sevia times. Bunice--You have had hard luc ‘2 haven't you, dear?—New York Times. Mrs. Winslow's Soothing Syrup.’ For children teething, softens the guins, reduces > ‘atoination. allays pals. cures wind eolle, aca bona ny oe ee ee are not tie epend uj develop their views. ae eae g° Piso's Cure cannot be too bighi: en of cough cure.—J. W. O'Buen, Ape bebe NN., Minneapolis, Minn., Jan. 6, 1900, Women may never break into ¢ n- gress, but she will continue to oe speaker of the house, just the same. Politeness pays. When a bill | ol lector calls you are out nothing by ce questing him to call again, PUTNAM FADELESS DYBS «lor ‘| more goods brighter colors, with Jess work than others. Give some men credit, and you s‘art them on the road to the almshouse. i | 1 bomel —+—-—

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